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Prompt: "So there I was,like, COVERED in hot oil.."
Pt. 3 of @mustardyellowsunshine ’s wonderfully invigorating writing prompts is another sentence challenge. Once again. I will be delving into the world of my Ballet! AU. Simply because you guys seem to like it so much! this time im aided by a delicious cup of wine and come soothing music. Please forgive the rambles. *cracks knuckles* Lets get this show on the road!
@inunanna @grapefruitwannabe as always, i write for you two beautiful ladies.
Enjoy!
Inuyasha sat with his back against the glass in the ballet studio, a cool bottle of water in one hand and a small towel in the other to wipe his brow of sweat, listening intently to the story being told to him. A gentle smile gracing his lips as its teller waved her hands around animatedly.
“Yeah, I had to go on stage wearing this GOD AWFUL feathered headdress and Sango was in this little-bow-peep style dress and a bonnet and next thing I know, one of the live sheep goes crazy and mows over Hojo, like straight up takes out his knees, and takes a dive straight into the crowd!” Kagome laughed, unscrewing her own bottle of water and taking a sip.
Inuyasha let out a snort and fiddled with the towels corner as he pictured the ridiculous situation. “Does stuff like that always happen at the French Ballet?”, Inuyasha asked, looking up to take in Kagome’s relaxed figure. She was sitting cross-legged in the center of the room, gently massaging the tops of her feet. Surprising enough, her feet weren’t terribly calloused or red. She seemed to take great care of them to ensure comfort in the pointes. “Uhm the proper name is The Opera National de Paris and.. actually yes. There were two other incidents in similar nature while i was there.” She giggled, shaking her head as a smile spread across her lips as she recalled far away memories. “Do you speak french?” Inuyasha asked, toying with his water bottle cap. He had noticed the proper inflection she used on the words and wondered if her year spent in Paris had yielded any reward.
For some reason he wanted to keep hearing her talk. Usually he avoided any and all communication with humans and demons alike. But with her, in this moment, it felt magical. Here she was, like a celestial being, her skin baring a slight glint from their impromptu dance session. And her voice rubbed against his canine ears like a soothing balm to his soul. He didnt want to leave and break the spell. So the best way was to keep her talking.
“Juste un peu. Assez de passer.” Kagome smirked, holding up her thumb and forefinger an inch apart and squinting her eyes for emphasis. “Did you just say you had to go poo? Cause we just officially met and thats hella nasty.” Inuyasha joked, cocking an inky brow in her direction and allowing a playful grin to dance on his lips. At that Kagome burst into laughter, the sound dancing between them like a dandelions seeds in the wind. Kagome raised up her arms, stretching, and allowed her body to be taken back until she rested on the floor, her legs still crossed. “Do you know anything other than Japanese?” Kagome asked, turning her head to look him in the eye, her stormy grey meeting his honey irises. “I had to learn a little bit of Swedish when I worked at a spa for a while..” Inuyasha shrugged, shivering at the memories of having to clean the onsen and public showers and change the linen in the massage rooms. The oils had always given him the worst headaches. “Well do you remember any of it?” Kagome asked, her own eyebrow conveying her interest.
Inuyasha sighed and straightened his back, his eyes falling into a disinterested half-lid. “ En unge spydde i badet igen. Var är desinfektionsmedel?” He asked, obviously drawing on past irritations. “What does that mean?” Kagome asked, a playful laugh bouncing on her words. Inuyasha watched for a moment as her ribs moved gently with her breaths. “Well..” Inuyasha groaned, scratching his head, “It means ‘A kid threw up in the bath again. Where is the sanitizer?’ Unfortunatly it was something i had to ask quite often..” he growled, shaking his head at the memories.
“My mom took me to a spa for my 18th birthday while I was on holiday from competition.” Kagome sighed, shaking her head, her bangs shifting side to side as she recalled the event. Inuyasha watched intently, nervously picking at the towels corner. He knew how emotional he tended to get when talking about his own mother, and if had known his story would lead her to talk about her own then wouldnt have brought it up. “I didnt mean to-” he started, fumbling over his words. He was cut off by her hand waving in his direction. Her eyes were now closed as she recalled the story. “Its fine. I remember my mom and Sota and even Kawaguchi-sempai in positive tones. I honor them by talking about them. They impacted so many people. They deserve it..” Her voice was a whisper now as she drew her legs into a bent position, allowing her to reach her shin and touch the thick scar that reminded her of the day two years ago that nearly destroyed her.
“Any way. I was freshly 18.” Kagome started, a new happy tone in her voice as she chuckled. “I was young and shy. I had only been touring for 6 months with the NNT” She acknowledged Inuyasha’s cocked brow in question and continued,” Thats short for the New National Theatre in Tokyo. Anyway, I still wasnt super comfortable with my own body in public. Hell, at the time i could barely change in the dressing room without turning beet red! But I agreed to go with Momma. I was only in town for a week and had never been to a spa before.”
She re-adjusted to sit up and look at him, her knees bent up to her chest as she absent mindedly rubbed her scars. “So first thing they do is take us to our own rooms, yeah, i didnt even have mom in there. And the guy, YES A GUY, gave me a sheet and told me undress and lay on the table. So he leaves and i look around the room and its got all sorts of curtains and candles and stuff with mood-lighting. 18 year old me is coming out of her skin at this point but Momma payed for it so I got undressed and got under the sheet and put my face in the little holder thing and just tried to not die from embarrassment,” She stopped momentarily to take a sip of her water and Inuyasha leaned forward, listening intently to this slice of her past.
“Next thing I know, dude comes back in and he’s super awkward about it now. Later I found out that he had been told I was traveling with the NNT and wanted to relax and the pressure of massaging a ballerina git to him because as soon as he gets in there he is stuttering when trying to explain to me what to do. And that makes me nervous because I don’t know what to do. So he grabs the oil and is massaging my legs when he goes around to my feet without telling me and his sleeve hits my foot and I jerk and scare him.. and his elbow hits one of the candles and wax splashed all over the curtain and goes up in flames. So he’s freaking out and throws water on it.. and it explodes!” Kagome shook her head as she chuckled at the sheer hilarity of it.
Inuyasha’s eyebrows were raised in curiosity, this really did sound crazy. He watched intently as Kagome sighed and covered her eyes with her hand, readying for the best part of the story. Her other hand gestured limply to the side,“ and so I’m screaming and the guy just sprints out of the room yelling ‘fire, fire!’ And so I just grab the sheet and run out of there. Well running and oily feet dont mix so i end up slipping and busting my ass and tailbone. The fire alarm goes off and everyone is outside and i see mom and the other patrons and I notice they are all in robes.. and I’m in a sheet. And then I notice a different kind of burning. The dude has apparently grabbed a heating oil… so there i was ,like, COVERED in hot oil and wrapped in a sheet and the media shows up. I get a microphone shoved in my face and cameras are flashing next thing I know I’m on every tabloid this side of Tokyo with a shot of very unflattering side boob and a whole ass cheek completely covered in oil..” Inuyasha burst into laughter at that because he suddenly recalled that exact picture.
It had been less than flattering because of the flash on the oil and her shocked face paired with the large purple bruise on her butt. Not to mention her hair had looked like a birds best from the bun. The article had read “Local ballet prodigy from the New National Theatre Ballet, Higurashi Kagome, gets herself into a slippery situation while on Holliday”
” I looked like a bruised oil slick.” Kagome groaned, flopping back onto her back remembering the PR nightmare the week following the incident had been.
Inuyasha smiled gently and took in the woman infront of him who had opened up to him tonight. Usually she held herself with such poise and grace. Her stoic demeanor in the studio seemed intimidating to those unaware of the carefree and gentle woman beneath the surface. But he looked at her now, laughing and blushing at an embarrassing memory and saw so much more. He wanted this. He wanted the carefree easiness that came when talking to her. He wanted her to laugh, because damn it if it didn’t brighten his world. Taking a breath, he readied himself for his next words. His heart fluttered in his chest and his cheeks and inner ears reddened as he shrugged his shoulders, averting his eyes.
“…a cute bruised oil slick.”
#this was so long#i started rambling again#did this add anything to the story?#was this even good#i need halp#i kinda like relaxed inu#imagine that situation though#inuyasha#kagome#inukag#ballet!au#inuyasha fanfiction#inuyasha fanfic
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hi ! enhypen smut prompt request ! can i have the reader whos a female say #4 with jake or sunghoon whos a hard dom ?? if u can , can u add how the reader and the partner are enemies who got lots of sexual tension so they kinda trease e/o a lot with words and actions ? u dont have to use that plot but thank u♡
A/N: This is one of my favorite works now lol i hope u like it :) <3
Warnings: unprotected sex, rly brief oral (f recieving), degredation
Word Count: 2.9 k
“But it’s a Tuesday,” you tell Jay while zipping up your backpack.
“So?” he says. “Don’t be lame.”
“I’m not lame, just responsible.” you sing your bag over your shoulder.
“Yeah, that’s lame.” he walks with you to the lunch tables. Jungwon and Heeseung are already there chatting it up.
“You guys are coming right?” Jay asks them and they nod. “See? You gotta come.”
“It’ll be fun noona,” Jungwon says. “And you have to come because Heeseung hyung and Jay hyung are probably gonna leave me for girls.” he rests his head on your shoulder for a moment.
“Why don’t you get yourself some girls too.” you suggest and he shakes his head.
“I’m too shy.” he says quietly and you giggle.
“Alright fine, I’ll go.” you finally say and they all celebrate. “Jake’s not gonna be there right?”
“Uhm,” Heeseung looks over to Jake’s lunch table nervously. “I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think so?” you cock an eyebrow.
“He won’t be there,” Jay says. “It’ll be fine.”
You feel someone bump into your shoulder as you walk to history.
“What the hell?” you say and turn around to see who the culprit is. Of course it’s Jake. He shrugs with a half smile. That fucking ass.
After a few more classes you head home and start preparing for the bonfire party. It’s at a beach so you decide to wear your favorite bikini under your shirt and shorts. Your phone begins to buzz and it's a facetime call from Jungwon.
“Hola~” you greet him.
“Hi~” he says. “Can you take me there? My parents are at work.”
“Sure.” you say while putting all of your essentials into a purse.
“Also,” he hesitates. “I think Jake hyung is gonna be there.”
“What? How do you know?”
“I heard him talking about it during p.e.” he says quietly and you groan.
“Fuck, I don’t wanna go anymore.” you say.
“No you have to go, I will die without you.” Jungwon pleads. “It’ll be fun, we'll just stay away from him.”
“It’s gonna be hard to stay away from that giant ego taking up the whole place.” you roll your eyes.
“He’s not that bad noona, he’s actually pretty nice.” Jungwon shrugs.
“Don’t betray me like that,” you scold him. “You’re on my team alright?”
“Okay okay.” he surrenders, giggling.
You pick Jungwon up and give him the aux for the 30 minute drive to the beach.
You guys groove to SZA together.
Jungwon rolls down the window while you're on the highway and sticks his head out like a dog. He kind of is like a dog (in a good way). He’d be a shiba inu.
“Whoooo!!” he screams as the wind whips through his hair, you smile.
When you get there you park your car and get the beach towels from the backseat.
“Did you put sunscreen on?” you as Jungwon and he shakes his head. “Why do you never listen to me?”
You get a bottle of sunscreen out of your purse and rub a dollop on his face. He scrunches his nose.
“It feels like you're rubbing cake batter on me.” he complains.
“You’ll thank me when you’re fifty and you aren’t a wrinkly wreck.” you tell him while spreading it over his cheeks.
“Can we be done now?” he whines and you sigh.
“Fine.”
You two approach the crowd of people suntanning, drinking, playing volleyball, and playing in the ocean.
You drop your stuff next to Heeseung’s and Jay’s before looking around for them. They’re playing volleyball with who on the opposing team? Jake Sim.
Jungwon must’ve noticed you shooting lasers through your eyes because he grabs your arm. “Come on, let’s go swim.” he tugs his t-shirt over his head and jogs over to the water.
You follow suit, only feeling a little self conscious about stripping with Jake Sim only so far away. But it’s only because you don’t want to be vulnerable in front of your worst enemy, right?
Jungwon’s already relaxing among the waves when you get to the shore. “Why’d you go so deep?” you call out to him.
“It’s not that deep,” he says back.
You swim around with him for a bit before forcing him to look for pretty shells with you.
He gasps. “Baby crab!” he rushes to pick it up. “Look.” he holds it up to you.
You try to pet it without freaking it out. “What if it bites you?”
“It won’t, we’re friends.”
The sun is nearly gone by the time you’re done shell searching and swimming so you head over to the bonfire. You wrap a towel around yourself and snuggle up to Jay. He scrunches his nose.
“It’s cold,” you defend yourself.
Heeseung hands you a white claw and you crack it open.
“What are we doing now?” you ask but you can’t hear Heeseung’s answer over the sight of Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki sitting right across from you. You notice how the bonfire highlights the muscles in Jake’s chest and arms. The warm orange light washing over him makes it look like he’s glowing. Is this what Apollo would’ve looked like? “Huh?” you ask Hee.
“We’re probably just gonna play dumb highschool games.” he says.
You inhale and take a big swig of your seltzer.
“Truth or dare time~” Bree sing songs. “Sunoo truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Sunoo answers.
“Do you have a crush on anyone and if so, who?” she asks and he rolls his eyes.
“I have a crush on myself.” he says confidently.
“Fair enough, you go now.” she says to him.
“Heeseung hyung, truth or dare?” Sunoo asks.
“Dare,” he replies and Sunoo giggles.
“Give your phone to Jay and let him text anyone anything he wants.”
Heeseung groans and throws his head back. “Oh God.”
Jay cackles an evil laugh. “Gimme.”
Heeseung reluctantly hands Jay his phone. “You’re gonna text Sophie aren’t you.”
Sophie Morales, Heeseung ex. They broke up only a month ago after half a year of dating. This was about to be brutal.
“You know me so well.” Jay smiles.
“Please don’t say anything too horrible.” Heeseung pleads.
“Sophie,” Jay narrates his text message. “I miss you and your huge tits. Also I’m sorry for not telling you while we were dating but your feet are really fucking ugly.”
Heeseung buries his head into his hands, laughing. “Fucking Christ.”
“And your breath stinks,” Jay continues. “At least your boobs are nice.”
This is what I get for befriending males. You think to yourself.
“Alright that’s enough.” Heeseung snatches his phone away while everyone giggles. “My turn since I was the victim. y/n, truth or dare?”
“Truth,”
“What’s your biggest regret?”
“Becoming friends with Jay, because he’s insane.”
Jay guffaws. “I’ve been nothing but good to you.”
You roll your eyes.
The game goes on for a bit until it lands on Jungwon.
“Noona, truth or dare?”
You’d usually go for truth, but you didn’t want people to think you were boring. “Dare.”
“I dare you and Jake hyung to talk to each other in private for at least five minutes.” he says, crossing his arms.
Your eyes widen and you look over at Jake, he looks like he wants to drown himself.
“What? Why?” you ask urgently.
“Because I’m tired of you guys hating each other for no reason. Now go.” Jungwon shoos you away.
“Yeah go talk.” Niki says to Jake.
Both of you don’t budge. Jay tugs at your arm. “Come on, Jake and y/n becoming friends!”
The whole group starts chanting. “JAKE AND Y/N BECOMING FRIENDS!”
You had to admit that their enthusiasm was kind of endearing, so you swallow your pride and walk over to the lifeguard tower. You hear him not far behind you.
You climb up the stairs and let your feet hang over the ledge of the patio.
He sits down next to you.
You let a few moments of silence pass before speaking up. “I don’t want to be here as much as you do, so let’s just wait for the five minutes to pass and then go.”
“Damn,” he says. “Do you really hate me that much?”
You roll your eyes. “What do you think?”
“What did I ever do to you?” he scoffs.
“I don’t need to justify my feelings.” you cross your arms.
“Why are you so dense?” he grumbles.
You whip your body over to him. “I’m the dense one?”
“Yeah,” he says proudly. You want to slap the smug look off of his pretty face. Normal face. Slightly, almost, barely good looking face.
“Such a prick,” you mumble, turning away.
“What’d you call me?” he scrunches his eyebrows.
You look him right in the eyes. You never noticed how dark and piercing they were. “A fucking prick. Cause you are one.”
His black hair is still damp and poking into his eyes. His lips are parted and they look so soft that you almost want to kiss him. But he beats you to it.
I should push him away. Push him away you dumbass. You kept telling yourself but you couldn’t do it. His lips felt too good against yours.
Your arms snake around his waist as he lays you onto your back.
You wish you had a hundred hands so you could touch all of him. Two weren’t enough. He feels like silk and he tastes like red velvet.
He pushes your jaw up so he can get to your neck. You exhale as his tongue dances on your skin. He grinds his hips into yours and you let out a small moan. Why are you letting him affect you like this? Idiot.
“I thought you hated me?” he smirks while kissing your chest.
“I do.” you breathe out.
“You sure?” he asks, his fingers traveling down your stomach and into your bikini bottoms.
“Mhm.” you say.
He kisses your collarbone. “People you hate don’t make you wet like this.”
That just makes you throb even more.
“Fuck off,” you say and he backs up.
“Really?” he says. “Because I will.”
You roll your eyes and pull him in by the back of the neck.
“Touch me,” you say and he happily obliges. You knew were in public but it was dark and honestly, you didn’t care.
“Such a slut,” he says while running a finger up and down your slit. “If you wanted me this badly you should’ve said so sooner.”
“I don’t want you asshole.” you breathe out as he circles your clit.
“You just asked me to touch you princess,” he kisses your neck. “I think that’s good evidence.”
You rub your fingers through the back of his hair and tug it back, exposing his neck. He lets out a small moan. You kiss his neck, sucking and nibbling every now and then. When you pull away there’s at least three red blotches that go from his throat to his chest.
“People are gonna see those you know?” he says.
“Whatever.” you roll your eyes.
“Are you marking me or something? Telling everyone that I’m yours?” he boasts.
It’s confusing how your anger is feeding into your lust for him.
“Shut up and fuck me.” you say and he cocks a brow.
“Maybe if you ask nicely,” he kisses your cheek sweetly. You want to wipe it off and slap him in the face.
“Who do you think you are?” you scoff at him.
“Come on dont play with me,” he pushes one finger into you and you moan. “I can tell that you want it.”
It was true. You were practically gushing.
“More,” you say, wanting another finger.
“Where are your manners?” he smirks.
You swallow your pride. “Please?”
“Good girl,” he says and it sends tingles down your spine.
He pulls your bikini bottoms to the side and rubs his thumb up your slit. “Such a pretty cunt.”
Your thighs are already trembling.
“I really thought you’d still be hating me right now.” he says lowly. “Do I make you that weak?”
You snap to your senses for a moment. “Fuck you.”
“I am.” he snickers and you roll your eyes.
“Don’t give me attitude princess.” he warns you with a dangerous smile.
“Or what?” you test him.
“Do you really wanna find out?”
“What do you think you’re intimidating or something?” you ask and he scoffs.
He sits up and grabs your arm. “Get up.”
“What?”
“Get up.” he says sternly and you do.
He grabs your hand, leading you somewhere.
“Where are we going?” you ask, agitated. If you really didn’t want to go you wouldn’t, but you secretly wanted to continue what was going on.
“My car.”
“What? Why?”
“You’ll see.”
“Hey! Where are you going?” Jungwon calls out. “Don’t leave me!”
“I’ll be just a second!” you reply with an unsure smile.
“Backseat.” Jake says as you approach his Mercedes.
So bossy, you think.
You sit in the back seat and before you know it he’s pulling you into his lap.
“Let’s continue shall we?” he says and you don’t waste any time getting your lips on his.
He pushes your hips down onto his and you whimper. You were already so wet and this was just making it worse.
“Please, I can’t wait any longer.” you say, not being able to hold it in.
“For what?” he nips at your neck.
“I need to feel you inside of me.” you plead.
“That’s better.” he tugs his shorts down and pulls your swimsuit to the side.
You grab the base of him before slowly sinking down. “Fuck yes.” you moan in relief.
He fills you up perfectly and his tip brushes your g-spot every time you bounce.
“So fucking tight.” he growls, holding onto your hips tight.
Your legs begin to tremble from the pleasure so he grabs you by the waist and lays you on your back.
He snaps his hips into yours and you whine.
He smirks. “Look at you all spread out for me,” he kisses your neck. “Taking this cock deep inside you.”
Your fingers trail down to rub at your clit. “Please don’t stop.”
He flips you over into doggy and tugs your hair, bringing your ear up to his mouth.
“Tell me how bad you want it.”
“Really bad,” you whimper.
He smacks your ass and you let out a small squeal.
“Touch with yourself while I fuck you.” he lets you go and you rest on the door. Your fingers move to play with your pussy.
His hands are tight on your waist as he pounds into you.
You feel your knees start to give out and your cunt start to pulse around him.
He chuckles. “Are you close sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” you exhale. “Please make me cum, please I need it so bad.”
“Why should I think you deserve it?”
“Please, I can’t hold it any longer.” you say and he stops his movements completely.
He gets close to your ear. “You get to cum when I say so okay?”
You accept defeat. “Okay.”
You start to get more and more flustered as he continues to fuck you just right.
“Fuck Jake I can’t,” you whimper and hold onto the car door for dear life.
He pulls out suddenly and you complain before feeling his tongue on you. Your body tenses up from the pleasure.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says and you arch your back, pushing your pussy into his mouth. He moans against you.
After only a couple circles on your clit with his tongue, you’re ready to come undone. You grab onto his hand.
“Wait wait I’m close,”
And before you can utter another word he slams his cock into you and brings his hand around you to rub your clit.
“Cum on this cock sweetheart, I know you can do it.” he encourages you.
He smiles as your moans get louder and more high pitched.
Your legs start to shake and he grabs you tight. He comes up to your ear. “Be a good girl for me won’t you.”
Your eyes roll back as bliss runs through your entire body. He was probably the best lay you’ve ever had.
Your body goes slack as he cums inside of you.
“Fuck,” he growls and slowly pulls out. He picks you up and holds you in his arms as you try to ride out the trembling.
“How am I supposed to clean up?” you ask.
“Maybe you can swim again?” he jokes and you punch him in the arm. “Do you still hate me?”
“One hundred percent.” you say confidently.
“Are you kidding?” he scoffs. “My kids are in you right now.”
You fake gag and he laughs.
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Rent-a-Boyfriend
I need to get drunk, FAST, Kakashi thinks, taking a seat at the bar and signalling to the bartender. He wants to forget this evening ever happened as quickly as possible. He is never going on another blind date arranged by his so-called friends again - the guy they’d set him up with was some creepy artist with a ponytail who straight up asked to sculpt his dick, and when he politely declined, told him it was okay, size didn’t matter to him. Naturally, Kakashi’d dipped the moment the guy was distracted flirting with some other dude and scurried off to a nearby bar to drown his woes and seriously consider ghosting his friends forever.
Speak of the devil, his phone starts buzzing in his pocket, but he ignores it in favor of taking a swig of beer instead. He is NOT talking to them right now. Just because they all found love doesn’t mean he needs to as well, especially not with their ‘help’. They make it seem so easy, like he isn’t even trying. Yeah, right. It isn’t as if the perfect man is going to just fall into his-
“Oh my God, help me,” a man hisses, barging over and plopping right into his lap. Kakashi gets a faceful of long brown hair (which is quite delightful considering it’s wonderfully soft and smells like flowers) and has to repress a giggle as it tickles his nose before remembering he’s supposed to be in a bad mood. Nice hair or not, Kakashi is about to shove the stranger off when he twists around to look up at Kakashi with the most gorgeous brown eyes he’s ever seen, wide and pleading for mercy. A worried frown wrinkles his forehead, crinkling the faded scar over the bridge of his nose, and he bites his lips anxiously. Suddenly Kakashi will do anything for this man, including murder. “My asshole ex is here.” Okay, he was kidding about the whole murder thing, but he’s not above a firm talking-to. Maybe even a long-winded discussion about boundaries if need be. “Please, please pretend to be my boyfriend so he’ll fuck off and leave me alone.”
Kakashi blinks.
Pretend? Hell, he would love to actually BE this cutie’s boyfriend, where’s the application, sign him the fuck up. Kakashi almost says this aloud, but the desperate, almost wild look in the man’s eyes quiets his instinctual smartass remark and forces him to actually take things seriously for once. He nods imperceptibly and wraps his arms around the man’s waist, pulling him closer just as a douchey-looking guy with silver hair struts up, glaring at him poisonously.
“Who the fuck is this?” he spits out.
“Piss off, Mizuki,” the man in his lap snaps back. “He’s my boyfriend, obviously. Why don’t you go vape in the alleyway or something?”
“Bullshit. I don’t believe you.” Mizuki’s eyes narrow dangerously as he studies Kakashi. “...Prove it. Prove that you’re actually dating him.” The man stiffens in Kakashi’s lap.
“Don’t be ridiculous! He doesn’t have to prove anything-”
“Leave him alone, he gets enough stress from teaching brats every day,” Kakashi cuts in. The man jerks around in his lap, gaping in surprise for a moment before carefully schooling his face. “He was up late correcting papers again last night. I felt bad, so I brought him his favorite Ichiraku ramen for lunch and walked the dog for him. I even offered to play CoD with his little brother.” He leans forward, pulling the man closer to his chest protectively. “Now...why don’t you get lost?”
“...Fuck you.” Mizuki’s glare darkens even further.
“Fuck you, too.” Kakashi sends him off with a cheery wave that turns into a middle-finger once the guy’s back is turned.
“How the hell did you know all that stuff about me?” the man in his lap asks once Mizuki slithers away to lurk in the shadows. He looks up at Kakashi uneasily, almost frightened. “Have you been...stalking me or something?”
“Never met you before in my life,” Kakashi replies, then goes on to explain. “According to my friends, not only am I a smug know-it-all and complete smart-ass, I’m also incredibly observant.” He takes a deep breath and begins. “You have red ink marks on your fingertips, presumably from a cheap red pen. The only reason for you to be using one of those is if you’re a teacher, grading papers, and judging from the bags under your eyes, I can easily guess you’ve spent more than a few nights up late grading. You have a rather fresh stain on your shirt, ramen, judging from the smell, with a unique aromatic spice added to the broth that’s only used at Ichiraku - I recognize it, having eaten there a few times. I know you have a dog because there’s fur on your pants, but it’s too high up for it to be from a cat, so therefore it must be from a medium-sized dog, perhaps a Shiba-Inu going by the length of hair and reddish tint. And as for your brother, the cell-phone in your pocket has a case that is a rather unfortunate shade of neon orange. Given your fashionable outfit and kempt appearance, you’d never have picked it yourself, therefore it had to have been a gift, and a sentimental one at that. A parent would never have purchased something so ridiculous for you, and you wouldn’t actually use it if it was a gag gift from a friend, so it could only have come from a younger sibling, obviously a brother, who I assume is teenaged based off the practicality of buying you a case for your cell-phone instead of something silly or useless like a keychain.” He finishes in a rush and takes a breath.
“...Oh,” the man breathes out softly, his eyes wide with awe. Then he frowns. “Wait. How did you know about the Call of Duty thing?”
“He’s a teenager,” Kakashi snorts. “Of course he’s into fucking CoD.”
“Ugh, true,” the man laughs, relaxing in Kakashi’s arms, which he, admittedly, doesn’t want to remove. “God, is there anything you don’t know?”
“Your name and number,” Kakashi blurts out, then immediately wants to slap himself. What is he, an idiot? Hitting on this man right after he’s been accosted by his ex? That’s just...it was just-
“Damn, that was smooth.” The man leans back in his lap, looking him up and down, considering. “...I’d say you earned the name, at least. I’m Iruka.”
“Kakashi. Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” Iruka cocks his head and hums. “You know, it was kinda hot when you went all Sherlock like that.”
“My friends wouldn’t agree,” Kakashi scoffs, deciding his arms feel quite good where they are, as does Iruka. “Especially after I ruined Asuma and Kurenai’s surprise pregnancy announcement-”
“You didn’t.”
“I thought it was obvious! Her feet were swollen!”
Iruka laughs so hard he almost falls out of Kakashi’s lap.
Almost.
“Anyway,” Iruka says once he can breathe properly again, “thanks for pretending to be my boyfriend, I really appreciate it.”
“My pleasure,” Kakashi replies with cheer. “I was more than happy to offer my services.”
“Then you wouldn’t mind keeping up the act until my ex leaves, or I do?” Iruka asks, nodding at the shadows where Mizuki is slumped over a beer, glaring at them. “What are your going rates?”
“I’ll give you a discount,” Kakashi tells him. “My only payment is you stay in my lap the entire time.”
“Deal.” Iruka grins wickedly up at him, throwing an arm over his shoulder and getting comfortable. “Although, as my pretend boyfriend, you should totally buy me a drink.” Kakashi grins back.
“Sure thing, babe.”
Maybe he won’t have to pretend for long.
(Written for @kakairu-fest KakaIru Month 2021, Day Twenty-Four Prompt: Fake Dating)
#kakairu#KakaIru Month 2021#Fake Dating#hatake kakashi#umino iruka#naruto#kakashi is a smooth mother fucker#but not really
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headcanons/matchups for childe and dazai!
A special matchup request from:
@attista !
okok then could i request a bungou stray dogs & genshin impact matchup ?? personality wise : im VERY chaotic and can get easily hyper, to the point where my friends can’t rlly control me. sugar just does that to me :(. i’m also very logical and follow my brain over my heart, even if it means it’ll hurt me or somebody around me - i struggle with empathy anyways, so doing something logically is best in my mind. alongside that, i can be pretty blunt if something needs to be said. i will sugarcoat it sometimes, but most of the time, i’ll just say what’s on my mind if it’s to help the person !! even with all of that though, i’m kinda awkward and shy with new people, i just don’t know how to act around them and don’t really speak a lot in groups. hobbies: i like to play video games and to read when i wanna relax, walks with my dog are also something i absolutely ADORE. recently, i’ve been getting into art and writing a bit more as well :) ideals: i believe that my friends should not go above me, as selfish as it sounds, they’re not family and if it’ll make me suffer, i’d rather not allow that. however, i would never ever take somebody’s significant other or date somebody my friend has said they have a crush on. i know how it feels so i’d rather just help my friend that way. murder seems fine if it’s necessary, you can’t really stop it in the criminal world. however, i do not condone it. my mbti is intj, but i’ve also received intp a few times ?? not sure how that works. appearance: i’m a 5’3 (160cm) female with shoulder length brown hair, which will be dyed a magenta soon :). my eyes are blue and my skin is pale as a sheet of paper. i weigh around 108lbs (49kg) and have a kinda hourglass body shape ?? my pronouns are she/they and i’m bisexual with a male lean ! hope i did that correct :)
I ship you with (Genshin Impact):
Childe!
A romantic relationship between you and Childe would involve:
~fights! childe always love a good fight and he would fight you physically and mentally for fun
~he'll also try and help you try and help you with your empathy issues
~he'll introduce you to more people but he'll try his best to read your body language to see whether or not you're uncomfortable
~teases you a LOT about your height difference with him and likes to carry you from behind when you least expect it
~likes to have witty battles with you and takes you to art museums and will buy you gifts with historical meaning behind them
~his favorite type of date is whenever you win mario kart against him (or any other video game) because he just loves seeing a smile on your face and you getting cocky around him
~he will MATCH your hyperactivity. wanna stay up late all night and just jump on your bed? no problem he will do that right away! he will even grab marshmellows and do weird chubby bunny challenges with you
~he admires your honesty and the reasont to why he loves you so much is because of how you're not afraid to tell people the truth
~he sees your hourglass figure so gorgeous and likes to put his hands on your waist to admire them
~he will go all out encouraging you to get magneta hair, as well as try and get hair products that is good for dyed hair
~he understands your ideals pretty well and find it hella convinient especially with his line of work
~loves headpatting you, cheek kisses, as well as snuggling with you on bed
~will LOVE to adopt a dog with you
~if you're living in an apartment, then he'll probably get you a cute toy poddle that won't stress you out too much to take care of
~if you live in a house, corgis, shiba inus, golden retrievers, and etc, anything you name it, this man has done his research!
~loves dogs as much as you and will not hesitate to take you on dog cafe dates!
Dazai
a romantic relationship with dazai would include:
~cuddles! he would love cuddling with you especially with the 20CM height difference, where he would be the big spoon, as well as his legs crossed holding you within his arms
~he would also love to debate with your logic and see how witty and charming you are
~dazai would know when to match your hyperactivity energy and when to help you calm down (maybe a snack, cuddle session or something)
~he would love to go adopt a dog with you but if you live in an apartment, he would dress up as a dog as a joke (just like what he did at WAN!)
~he would help you open up with people but you can signal him whenever you don't feel comfortable with new people
~he would take you to library dates whenever you wanna relax, and take you to art museums if you guys still have time
~he will take time off the ADA just to follow you (in case he feels like you are being followed) because this man CARES a lot about you
~dazai tends to get a bit protective with you because the last person he cared for died when he wasn't watching them
~dazai finds your ideals way too convinient as his line of work sometimes find situations where murder is inevitable and sometimes even necesarry (but he had been trying to evade situations where casualities are as little as possible)
~loves your honesty and love how you can be straight with people without beating behind the bush
(that's it~ sorry i didn't write much, you can text me whenever youw ant it longer!!)
#genshin impact#genshin headcanons#genshin imagines#genshin childe#childe x reader#genshin x reader#genshin matchups#bungou stray dogs#dazai osamu#dazai x you#dazai x y/n
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The Wolf Among Us
Bigby x OC
Summary: Sonya Blaze, A.K.A. Hell Rider, is a half fable, half mundy girl who comes to Fabletown to learn more about her side of the folktales. She works alongside Sheriff Bigby Wolf as his newest partner and together they strive to find out who's behind the unexpected murders in Fabletown.
TW: Mentions of death, gore/blood, alcohol, smoking, drugs, sex implications, suicide, guns and ofc language.
A/N: just a little filler for now.
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Chapter 19: Off Day
As they arrived, Bigby looked around, taking in the new sights. He hadn't been on this side of New York, considering he never bothered to interact with the mundane side of the city.
Sonya parked and took off her helmet, sighing as she looked up at her previous home. "Home sweet home...", she muttered as Bigby got off and dug into his pocket. "You need some time with that?", she asked teasingly.
He gave her an unamused look and lit his Huff n' Puff. He took a long drag, enough for big puffs of smoke to exit his nose before he drops the cigarette and smushes it under his foot. "Let's go.", Sonya says and leads him up to the house.
She pulled out the keys and opened the door, looking around to see a living room and smiled widely. "Pico!" She grins at the sight of a light orange fluff whose head pops up in attention.
Bigby looked over her shoulder to see a Shiba inu running toward her. Sonya kneels down and picks the excited dog up, whining and barking happily.
She set her bag on the couch and sat on the floor with the dog, Bigby followed behind and stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room. "You can sit down, y'know...", she says, making him scratch his head and sit down next to her on the couch.
Pico looks over at Bigby and growls lowly. Bigby frowns. "Easy, boy.", Sonya warns. Bigby snapped his attention to her. "I hope you're not talking to me."
Sonya chuckles and shakes her head as she pets Pico. He looks up to hear something walking downstairs and runs over to the sound.
They looked up to see a shorter woman who sleepily walked down the stairs and looked at them in surprise. She looked like Sonya, or rather a slightly older version of her. Her skin was a bit darker than Sonya's, her eyes almost a dark honey color. They seemed to light up when they caught onto Sonya's smile.
"Hi, ma.", Sonya greets, getting up. The older woman rushed to her daughter, bringing her in a tight hug. Sonya hugs her back, swaying back and forth before her mom cups her face to examine her. "Where have you been? You're a mess!"
She glanced at Bigby. "Who's he?" Sonya looked at Bigby with a smile before looking back at her mom. "Mama, you remember the place Dad kept talking about?", she asked. Her mom nodded. "Well, this is Bigby Wolf. He's practically the protector of Fabletown. and he's my... boss."
Bigby stood to shake her hand. "It's nice to meet you." Her mom smiled. "You too, I'm Theresa. I hope she hasn't been giving you any trouble."
He rubbed behind his neck. "It's actually the opposite…" Sonya rolled her eyes. "We've been through a lot."
Theresa frowns at her. "Is that why you couldn't update me on anything?" Sonya nods. She glances at Bigby, "Can I tell her?" Bigby thought for a moment before sighing. "I don't see why not. She already knows about us."
"You can tell me after we do something with this head of yours. I can't believe you let it get this bad!", Theresa complained, giving Sonya's arm a slap. Sonya frowns. "I haven't exactly had time to groom myself, Ma."
Bigby waited as Sonya was pulled away to get her hair washed. He looked at the dog who stared back at him. Be rolled his eyes but raised an eyebrow as the dog walked over to him and sat by his feet.
Bigby looked to his left to see a photo set on top of a lamp table beside the couch. He examined it to see a younger version of Sonya, Theresa and a man and a baby he didn't know. He assumed the man had to be her dad. "She looks so happy...", he muttered.
His attention snapped to his right as he saw Sonya walk out of the kitchen with a towel draped over head. She pulled the towel off to reveal her shorter, wet, coiled hair, some curls stuck to her face, some dripped onto the towel.
She gave him a sleepy look as he looked back at her in curiosity. "Did you cut it?", he asked. She looked at him with confused eyes and shook her head. "Of course not. Water just makes my hair shorter.", she says, picking Pico up and sat down by Bigby's feet. She pulled Pico into her lap and rubbed his back and his head.
Theresa comes into the living room with a small container of grease and a blow-dryer. Sonya glanced at Bigby. "If you can't take the noise, you might wanna cover your ears."
Theresa looks at him. "You have sensitive ears?", she asked. "You could say that.", he replies. "You still haven't caught onto what fable he is, Ma?", Sonya asks.
Theresa thought about it for a moment, and shook her head. "I'm not sure." Sonya chuckles. "It's in his name."
Theresa looks at Bigby for a moment before her eyes widen in realization. "You're the big bad wolf??"
He nodded, rubbing behind his neck again. "I wouldn't have thought so. I thought you would've looked a little more... hairy.", she says. "And maybe a little meaner."
He smiled awkwardly. "Yeah...I'm trying my best not to be as monstrous as I was before."
"They made him sheriff but still treat him like trash.", Sonya deadpans. Theresa frowns, while she starts to apply the grease to her daughter's head. "Sometimes people don't wanna see the change in someone because they're so stuck in the past. The best thing you can do is move on.", Theresa says.
Sonya nods in agreement. "I gave up trying to be everyone's friend. Realized not everyone deserved my kindness and just stuck with whoever accepted me for who I was rather than someone I wasn't."
Bigby took in their words and frowned a bit. He hated that they were right. He did care about what other fables thought of him, simply because he was trying to change.
It didn't help much that they kept bringing up his past in the Homelands. It wasn't fair. But he supposed he didn't deserve a better life like everyone else. No one else went around eating pigs and grandmas.
Sonya noticed his silence and tapped his foot in reassurance. RIght after, Theresa started blowing out Sonya’s hair, the sound making Pico rush up and run to his bed and Bigby wince a bit before he started to get used to it.
Moments later, Sonya started to fall asleep and Bigby took note of that. He didn’t understand how she could fall asleep with something so loud in her ears. “I don’t know what you guys went through, but y’all must’ve been working hard.”, Theresa says.
“We did solve two murders…”, he says, making her turn to him in shock. “What happened?”, she asked. He explained what happened, gently informing her about her daughter being targeted as she silently listened and did her daughter’s hair.
“She protected me… a lot more than I can say anyone has done… She’s got guts.”, he says. Theresa finally finishes, now aware of Sonya’s soft snores. “She gets her impulsiveness from her daddy. I think that’s why she got her powers. She just accepted without thinking. Expected me to just be okay with that.”
Bigby glanced at Sonya’s sleeping state. “When she rushed in to save me...she told me she panicked. She didn’t have to, but she did. I’m grateful.”
Theresa gave him a smile. “She does that a lot. Always has to play the hero. I kinda expected that out of her brother but I think he admires her for that. He didn’t get to know his dad very much… so she stepped in.”
‘That’s why she said that about T.J….’, he thought. “I think she did a good job.”, he says. Theresa appreciated him. “Me too. She took on the role all by herself. She knew nothing about being a boy, but helped him whenever I couldn’t. Sometimes I hated it and I felt helpless that she seemed so independent at such a young age.”, she frowned softly. “It hurt. Made me feel like I wasn’t doing a good job as a mother. But she always reminded me that it wasn’t my fault.”
“She does her best at everything. She can be lazy but if its something really important, especially as important as what y’all went through, she won’t stop. She’ll overwork herself until she passes out.”, she says, looking at him. He nods. “I kept telling her she could take a break. She only took a nap when we were almost close to finishing up, we just got some food last night too.”, he confessed.
Theresa sighed. “I hate that she does that. She’s gonna die quicker if she doesn’t take better care of herself.”, she says, fluffing Sonya's hair. She smiles. “She hasn't been taking care of her hair, but it got longer…”, she mutters.
She frowns again. “She’s probably gonna be out for a while.”, she turns to him. “If you can get her up to her room, that’d be helpful. I’ll cook y’all some food while y’all are here.”, she smiles. “I haven’t had to cook that much in a while.”
He nods as Theresa gets up to go wash her hands and starts on food.
Bigby leans down a bit to gently shake Sonya awake. She mumbles, frowning in her sleep and relaxes her face. He shakes her again, getting no response. He sighs and picks her up, with Pico following behind him as he carries her up the stairs and is met with a divided hallway.
There was one room on the left of the hallway that had easy access to the stairs, and another door to the farther part of the hallway.
He went to the right side of the hallway and noticed a hanging nametag on a door that had Sonya's name and he walked up to it.
He entered the room, his nose being hit with her potent scent. He was almost sure if she went missing, he could find her.
He looked around her room to see a XL twin bed covered in black and gray sheets. She had a purple rug under her bed that seemed untouched and fluffed. An empty desk with just a monitor on top and a black desk chair, and a purple dresser that blocked her window and seemed to be a bit dusty.
He saw a full body mirror that had small polaroids taped onto it, and his curiosity spiked. He looked around at some posters she had on the walls, snorting at some of them before he gently laid her down. Pico struggles to get into her bed before he finally does and snuggles up to her.
Bigby smiled a bit and continued to look around her room and sits down in the chair. He squeaked a bit from under his weight as he leaned back a bit. It was a lot more comfortable than his rustic, ratty chair back in his office. He almost considered taking it.
He closed his eyes for a moment before sighing and getting up to leave her room. He walked back down the stairs and into the kitchen where he smelled seasoned meat. He looked over at Theresa as she smiles at him. "She still asleep?"
He nodded. "Is it okay if I step out for a bit?" She nodded, saving her hand in his dismissal. He left the kitchen and left the house to pull out a Huff 'n Puff, lighting it immediately. He took a long drag of the cigarette, sighing out softly and letting out a large puff of smoke.
As he leaned against a lamp post, he almost contemplated his own mother. Theresa seemed so kind, it almost made him wary of her regardless of her knowing about fables. But her daughter's a half fable and the way she talks about her and treated him more like a person rather than a monster…
He considered letting his guard down, just a bit. He finished the cigarette, stomping it out before he walked back inside. The smell of the previous meat entered his nose dully. It smelled good, though.
He walked back into the kitchen, peeking his head around the corner and saw Theresa loading barbeque brisket into a bun. His stomach rumbled loudly, making Theresa jump a bit as she turned to him, placing a hand on her chest as she laughed.
"You scared the shit out of me.", she says, gathering her composure. "Was that your stomach?"
He nodded, scratching behind his head in slight embarrassment. "Well, luckily for you, the food's finished.", she says, smiling.
She handed him a plate and had him sit down at a table. He softly blew onto the food before taking a bite. When he took the first bite, he nearly gulped the rest, making Theresa grin. "Glad to know it was good.", she says.
She took his plate before handing him another one and smiled at Sonya walking into the kitchen, yawning. "That was quick.", Theresa says.
Sonya grumbles. "Pico wouldn't stop kicking me." She saw Bigby eating and smiled. "Finally got you some food, huh?"
She walked over to get herself some food and hummed in delight once she took a bite. After they'd finished eating, they talked for a while until noon arrived.
Sonya and Bigby stood up. "We gotta go before the princess bites our heads off for being gone too long.", Sonya says, rolling her eyes and giving her mom a hug. "Try to keep in touch, please.", Theresa says. Sonya nods and leads Bigby to the door. Sonya exits just in time to see school buses dropping off kids.
Bigby starts to follow her but is stopped by Theresa. "Please look after her.", she asks. Bigby gives her a reassuring nod before leaving. He closed the door and looked to see Sonya hugging a boy about the same height as her.
He walked over to them, catching the boy's attention. The boy frowns a bit. "Who's he?" Bigby almost snorted in amusement at his attempt at being intimidating.
Sonya turns to Bigby, “This is my brother, Eric. Eric, this is Bigby, my boss.” Eric looks Bigby up and down. “He better be.” Bigby raises an eyebrow with a soft chuckle. Sonya gives Eric’s arm a slap. “Cut it out.”
Sonya sighs, looking at Bigby. “Let’s go.” He nods, following her to her bike. She starts it up and looks at her little brother. “Stay out of trouble.”, she says, making him nod before she rides off with Bigby.
The Woodlands
She parks outside the gate, letting him off. He looks at her in confusion. “You’re not coming?” She shook her head. “Nope.” He crosses his arms. “Why not?”, he asks. “Ask your Deputy Mayor.”, she says, bluntly before driving off, leaving him in confusion.
“What does Snow have to do with…”, he muttered before walking into the apartments and made his way to the Business office, seeing the previous line had been gone. He walked into the Business Office and walked up to Snow.
“Mr. Wolf, what’s wrong?”, Snow asked. “Sonya’s not coming into work. I’d say that’d be fine, considering the circumstance, but somehow you have something to do with why she isn’t coming into work.”, Bigby says, making her pause. He raised an eyebrow. “Why is that?”, he asked.
She smoothed her hair, taking a curled strand of hair behind her hair. “Well, the case is done. I told her she can take some time off until there’s a new case.” Bigby’s eyes narrowed a bit before he nodded. “I guess that’ll be for a while… I suppose that’s fine.”, he says, and shakes his head at Bufkin drinking a tall bottle of wine.
“Do you ever get tired of drinking a whole bottle?”, Bigby asks. Bufkin drunkardly smiles. “Nope!” Bigby sighs a huff through his nose before walking to the mirror. “Hey, mirror.”
The green face appears, looking at the man stoically. “Hello, Bigby.” Bigby scratches at his stubble. “I gotta know where Sonya’s going. Can you show me her?”
The Mirror hums. “You know our rule.” Bigby rolls his eyes. “We ate, talked and parted ways, now can you, please, show me Sonya Blaze?”, he rhymed.
The mirror shows Sonya entering an electronic store he’s never seen. Bigby frowns, looking closely at the store name. “Best buy…?”, he mutters. “Where’s this at?”
The mirror hums, coming back. “5th avenue.” Bigby sighs. “Okay.”, he says and walks away. He walked out of the Business Office to walk into his own, and closed the door. He walked over to his desk, plopping down in his chair and grumbles at the paperwork that waited for his return.
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Ateez: honeymoon thread
Hello fellow atinys, my blog reached 500 followers and I would like to thank everyone, who enjoys my stories 🥺 I’m really happy that someone out there gets to read them and it maybe put a smile on their face ☺️ So this is a 500 follower special. It’s a long thread and also kind of a sequel of my wedding post. I planned it for quite some time, but I also procrastinated and everything was overwhelming in life. Now I’m back (kinda) and will start to work on the requests I got. ✨
Hongjoong
Planning: although you both were extremely tired, you insisted to plan everything yourself, so it turned out exactly how you imagined
Location: Italy
Accommodation: several cozy hotels in bigger cities
Food: it’s Italy so you can bet your ass there is a lot of pizza, spaghetti and ice cream involved
Activities:
- you would start your honeymoon in Rome, where you wander around and fall in love with the city
- the architecture and museums are extremely beautiful, so you’re even more happy that you get to experience it with Hongjoong
- visiting Verona and pretending you were Romeo and Juliet (but with a happy ending)
- eating a lot and wearing comfortable clothes as you walk around so much
- Hongjoong is particular affectionate during this trip as he showers you with compliments all the time and never lets go of your hand
- exploring Venice by boat and singing some dramatic song that you once heard in a opera
- wearing couple jackets he designed himself which feature your initials 🥺
- he filmed parts of the trips as he would like to make a short film, which you could enjoy afterwards
Seonghwa
Planning: since you both hated it, you were hiring someone to do it for you, at least you had prepared a mood board and the general direction of your trip
Location: south of France
Accommodation: fancy all the way, either a really nice hotel or a little castle (or chateau how you say it in French)
Food: grapes in the form of wine
Activities:
- prepare yourself for the luxurious trip of a lifetime
- you’re arriving there and everything is ready for you both
- first are reFrEsHMents (which means alcohol)
- full course meals (and yes, this includes your husbands looks)
- boat trips and visiting tiny islands for the day
- taking a lot of selfies
- enjoying the sun and the food (and Seonghwa in swimwear)
- skinny dipping in the sea
- hot nights in the hot tub
- testing wine and feeling a little pretentious
- visiting a chateau and running around there like a music video
- Seongwha saying ,,so ha“ when he sees you
- kisses your hand and hair all the time and is more clingy (or thirsty) than usual
Yunho
Planning: you try to plan without the stressful part, so you ask a professional for help and it’s really smooth from this point on
Location: nationalparks in the USA
Accommodation: small hotels along the road (not Motels)
Food: normal restaurants, but also a lot of burgers
Activities
- it’s like a roadtrip, but way more comfortable
- you sleep in cozy little hotels and visit some bigger cities along the way
- wandering around the nature with Yunho is actually really fun
- although he is quite hyper around everyone he enjoys the calmness of your trip
- always holding your hand and kissing you
- you visit several national parks like Yosemite and could gaze at the stars during the night
- englishi Time
- he is no longer yunhoe bit yunhusband (i’m sorry)
- buys dumb souvenirs like mood rings which you religiously wear from then on
- thought that he saw a bear and almost started crying
- singing really loudly in the forest
- oh and also outdoor sex
Yeosang
Planning: 8 months before the trip, but he actually always had ideas; planned his wedding and honeymoon years ago when he first met you, he also made a mood board and it helped a lot
Location: Japan during the cherry blossom
Accommodation: a traditional house with a lot of privacy, an onsen but also room service, does not look like a hotel but has all the privileges
Food: lots of chicken; Japanese dishes, but also snacks whenever you go out to explore
Activities
- you would first explore Tokyo and visit everything the city has to offer
- as the city is really beautiful but also hectic, you would visit Nara-park and pet the deers to relax
- you would let some street artist paint a portrait of you both as it’s a really fun idea to remember the trip
- shiba inus everywhere and Yeosang melts every time he sees one of them
- ,,Look at how cute they are. We need to adopt at least one in the future“ (and you would, because they are so adorable)
- fotoshootings with the cherry blossom
- after a week in the urban area you would travel along the coast
- Yeosang rented a car for it and you stayed at different hotels along the way, which you also booked prior
- you visited a little island where a lot of bunnys live and had the best time there
- Yeosang always buys souvenirs whenever you visit a new city or attraction
- he especially loves the postcards as he plans to do a collage with them for your honeymoon fotobook
- driving along the coast would be peaceful and filled with laughter, Yeosang giggling to himself and feeling like all of this might as well be a dream
- ,,I never knew it was possible to love someone so much until I met you“
San
Planning: you booked the trip 6 months prior and you gradually became more and more excited for it, although both of you aren’t really into planning, you did it with a lot of excitement and talked about it for hours on end
Location: South Africa
Accommodation: a huge wooden house in the middle of a resort that focuses on reserving the wildlife
Food: a huge variety of fruits and meat, the dinner is a feast every single day of your stay (and so is your husband)
Activities:
- the journey itself would be really cute as you were flying first class and cuddled all the way until you arrived
- San even mumbled in his sleep how excited he was to finally go
- when you arrived you took it really easy, just relaxing at the resort, which also had huge beds and a stunning outdoor area with a whirlpool
- the first evening you relaxed in that whirpool, while spotting some giraffes in the distance and it just hit you like ,,Wow, look how amazing life could be” (bish, I wish)
- you never really believed that you would ever be this happy, finding someone that you loved and going on adventures with him but here you are
- and of course San felt it too, but you just sat there enjoying it, holding hands and not saying anything
- the next couple of days included going on safari, climbing a mountain, standing under a waterfall and chasing sunsets
- it was the perfect balance between adventure and relaxing
- because of your husband you always felt a calmness by his presence
- ,,I wish we could do this all over again, San.“
- ,,Well, we have the rest of our lives to go on adventures like this.“ 🥺🥺🥺
Mingi
Planning: like the wedding itself it happened quite fast without much planning
Location: Australia
Accommodation: several hotels as you also rented a car
Food: some really strange exotic food, but mostly real meals with the occasional burger and cocktails
Activities
- the focus is on having fun, enjoying every moment and just going with the flow
- after all its Mingi, who has a lot of spontaneous ideas
- why not go snorkeling or run naked around the beaches?
- or that time he was convinced that he saw a shark and you both panicked and screamed (but it was a dolphin)
- going to a concert at the beach and dancing until your feet hurt and he has to carry you
- also sleeping at the same beach as you two were too drunk to find the way back to the hotel
- Mingi being extra clingy and giving some people the stink eye, who look too enthusiastically at you
- he wrote a rap for you (inspired by your honeymoon) and performed it by the ocean
- it’s like having the best trip of your life and realising it doesn’t end when you get home, because having Mingi as your husband is a great adventure and he spends every day trying to make you laugh and love life
Wooyoung
Planning: the location itself was decided a long time ago, but the activities are more spontaneous, just going with the flow
Location: Iceland
Accommodation: first in a hotel, then in a mobile home
Food: fresh food like fish and also a lot of snacks
Activities:
- your honeymoon and accommodation were a little unconventional
- you started in the city of Reyjkavic and visited the touristy sights
- you stumbled around the Icelandic phallological museum and decided to go inside for the lols (and had a lot of giggles)
- after a few days in the city you ventured out to the beautiful nature of Iceland
- it started at the blue lagoon, which was the most relaxing thing and you were just hanging out and sipping slushees (they are really good, I had the time of my life lmao)
- then you drive around and it feels like absolute freedom
- you feel like exploring a whole new world as they are a lot of waterfalls and geysers
- Wooyoung feels like he is falling in love with you even more (if that’s even possible) and if he hadn’t already, he would marry you then and there again
- star gazing as there is no air pollution and it’s amazing how many stars there actually are
- visiting the diamond beach, which sparkles and has you feeling like little kids
- long morning snuggles and random hugs throughout the day
- and he would also be your personal photographer and scream how cute you are
- your honeymoon would also include really random stuff (like the penis museum) like skateboarding in the middle of nowhere (like Walter Mitty - the absolute legend) or hiking because you felt like it
- never a dull moment with your husband that’s for sure
Jongho
Planning: he wanted everything to be perfect so you started pretty early (1 year before)
Location: England
Accommodation: small hotels with cozy interior
Food: pretty normal food, you also tried fish & chips once (and it was nothing special)
Activities:
- would hold your hand during the whole flight
- you started your honeymoon in London which you loved at first sight
- the hotel was really central, so you could walk to a lot of sights
- London by night was magical and you visited many museums which had great artwork and were free
- theater nights and going for a walk along the Thames
- after a week you started to explore the cities around London like Oxford, Brighton and Cambridge
- and everything was so stunning and with Jongho by your side you could literally cry, because does it get much better than this??? (well no)
- Jongho declares his love for you at least once a day and although it was so cheesy it still got you giggling and feeling all mushy inside
- he loves all the old buildings and biscuits, so you would probably visit again sometime
- it’s a really nice and somehow relaxing trip although you get to explore so much
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Scars On My Heart
Orginally Posted on FFN and Ao3 for @superpixie42
"It's just a stupid cut," InuYasha snapped as he tried to scramble backwards without wincing, "It'll get better in the morning. I don't need you to clean it."
"Oh yes. Whatever could go wrong," Kagome countered scathingly as she watched the black haired boy literally back himself into a corner, "Why bother cleaning a dirt covered wound? It'll just seal up all that dirt in the morning and you'll get blood poisoning. No big deal."
Inuyasha smirked despite himself before his glare returned full force.
"You just want to see me naked," he tried hoping her embarrassment would get her to leave him alone.
"Oh. You got me. That was my plan all along," Kagome bit back sarcastically before giving him a withering glare, "Shirt. Off."
"Make me," he snarled and Kagome sighed.
"You're so immature."
"You're immature."
"Great comeback," Kagome snorted, "Doesn't sound like something a child would say at all."
"I'm not a child!"
"Then stop acting like one," Kagome clipped back as she raised an eyebrow, "You want to keep going? We've got all night and I'm not backing down until you let me see your wound."
The stare down that followed would've sent chills down even Naraku's spine before InuYasha admitted defeat and began shrugging out of his clothes.
"Not like dirt even got on it," he muttered scathingly, "Stupid woman. Being all dramatic."
Kagome ignored the insult as she collected the linens and disinfectant she had laid out. Scooting towards the seething man sending daggers at her with his dark eyes, she gently wiped away the smeared blood before her hand paused. Wiping again, she realized that some of the dark pink streaks weren't blood smears at all.
"What are these?" Kagome whispered as she traced a few with her finger and Inuyasha's angry countenance faded as he looked down.
"Nothing," he replied indifferently, "Hurry up already. That shit burns my nose."
"They're scars," she whispered as her eyes traveled across his chest. It was littered with them. How had she never noticed before?
"Are you blind? They've been there woman," he hissed as insecurity welled in his chest, "Like I said. They're nothing."
"I've never seen them," she replied softly as her gaze drifted upwards to his neck. Several purplish jagged lines adorned his throat. Like multiple someones had tried to slice it at one point or another. A shaky sigh escaped her lips.
"When did these happen?" she asked quietly as she traced a particular nasty one on his throat with her finger causing him to shiver. Not because it felt good either. He'd always assumed she'd been able to see them. A cold feeling of dread settled uneasily in his gut.
"Years ago," he admitted nervously as his eyes searched her face. She looked so sad. He swallowed thickly and unfortunately the movement accentuated the pale purplish lines causing Kagome's eyes to widen incrementally.
There were so many of them. Not one or two or even three. Dozens of people had tried to slit his throat. Dozens.
Forcing his chin up so she could inspect them more thoroughly, she really should've seen what followed coming. Hell hath no fury like an insecure half-demon.
"Get the fuck off" he snapped as he roughly pushed her away before instantly regretting what he'd done when Kagome fell onto her back. Her head making a soft thump as it made contact.
"Wait. Shit. Are you okay? I didn't mean..." he hissed as he scrambled forward and gently helped her back up, "Sorry. I just..."
"It's fine, InuYasha," she sighed as she rubbed the back of her head. He looked more miserable and horrified than she'd ever seen before.
"I hurt you," he whispered as his human eyes seemed to scan her body for injuries before, finding nothing worrisome, he finally relaxed. Kinda.
"I tried to pop the personal space bubble," Kagome laughed softly, "Should've known better."
"The what?" he blurted before the rest of what she'd said registered.
"You think I'd hurt you," he accused as his heart broke and she shook her head.
"I'm not saying that," she comforted as she gave him a reassuring smile, "Just saying I shouldn't have tried to do that."
Whatever she was doing was having the opposite effect of what she wanted. InuYasha suddenly looked so incredibly lost and scared and unsure of himself. Obviously unnerved by what he'd done and upset about what she'd said. If it wasn't so sad, she might've laughed at the uncharacteristic behavior. It was weird. Just...weird.
"Do you want to look at them?" he finally asked as he cast her a quick glance. He could fix this, he thought. He needed to fix this. He'd hurt her. Oh god he'd actually hurt her.
"The scars you mean?" she clarified and he nodded. His mind still replaying the last excruciating minute over and over and over. His self loathing building until he very seriously almost puked. Stupid human emotions. Making him do shit and feel.
"Do you want me to?" She asked hesistantly and he shrugged in reply. Truth be told, no. No he didn't. He didn't like being stared at on a good day. Especially when those stares focused on part of himself that were different.
All this time he'd assumed she saw them. Even on occasion when he felt like punishing himself, he almost thought she found him attractive despite his married skin, and demon traits. The demonic traits she obviously wasn't bothered by but the scars she clearly had never noticed before did. They seemed to bother her a lot.
Was she disgusted by him now? He had just gotten used to her genuine acceptance too. Assuming that she really didn't care about his appearance but now he knew the truth. It was entirely possible her vision was so bad she just didn't know.
Maybe she couldn't see what he looked like at all. That would explain a lot actually.
Either way he needed to fix all of this. He needed to fix it now.
Swallowing thickly, he nodded as he moved back into the corner and waited for the doom that was inevitably coming.
"Why don't I see these when you're normal?" Kagome asked as she scooted forward and began looking at the scars of his chest more closely. The small line over his heart that had clearly been placed there by Kikyo's arrow. The deep purple puckered one where Sesshomaru had thrust his hand through his stomach. But there was a series of healed gashes wrapping around his side that had her particularly concerned.
"I dunno," he muttered awkwardly. Being examined so throughly made him uneasy. She seemed so intrigued by those marks on his skin and not in a good way. Had she really never noticed before? What else had she not seen?
"I normally have dog ears, ya know," he muttered in an unsure tone that had her looking up at him instantly in amusement.
"No duh," she giggled, "What do they have to do with these scars?"
Well that was one less thing bothering him. She wasn't blind as a...
Wait, what the hell? What did she mean what did his ears have to do with...
"Are you really that stupid? I only have these because of those ears. Because of what I am," he snapped angrily as he glared down at her.
"I didn't mean..." Kagome groaned as she sat back on her knees and gave him a patient glare, "I was just wondering why you said that."
"Because you're acting like this," he gestured to his exposed torso, "Is new. Like it hasn't always been there."
"I've seen you literally naked before and you don't have these when you're your usual self," Kagome pointed out with an amused smile that fell when he merely looked confused, "At least to human eyes, I guess. Can you see them all the time?"
He let out a shuddering breath as he tried to get his anger back under control. Why were emotions so much harder as a human?
"They're lighter normally. More silver," he admitted finally as he awkwardly shifted his weight. He'd always assumed...
Maybe the others couldn't see them either. The scars invisible to human eyes. Shippo noticed. InuYasha knew he had. There were times the stupid brat seemed a little too focused on the worst of these blemishes when he thought no one was watching.
"Maybe that's it then," she hummed as she glanced over her chest before her eyes drifted back to those deep grooves wrapping across his stomach from the back.
"What's this one?" she asked quietly as she reached out and ran her finger across one of the shockingly deep valleys. He cringed and sat up a little straighter so his back was nearly flush against the wall. The scars on his chest, though numerous and ugly themselves, were the least of his problems. His chest wasn't a veritable topographical map complete with enough sprawling grooves that someone might mistake it for tree bark. At least the part she was looking at now had some smooth areas.
"It's a scar stupid," he clipped back hoping that the insult would end this line of questioning before swearing silently when her hand suddenly slipped behind him and her eyes widened in horror.
"Let me see your back," she breathed and he shook his head.
"I'm still bleeding," he pointed out as he desperately tried to change the subject, "You need to finish what you started. What about blood poisioning?"
"The bandage will have to wrap around your middle which will require me seeing your back," she pointed out with a knowing look.
"It's not that bad," he argued weakly, "Just put one of those bandaids on it."
"InuYasha," Kagome warned, "Don't make me say it."
"You wouldn't dare," he sneered although she could hear the genuine fear in his tone. She didn't sit him when he was human for a very good reason. The miko had done so once before when he was human and the spell had straight up broken his nose. Blood had gushed out all night after Sango had set it and the resulting bruise took two full days to disappear. To call the incident unpleasant would be an understatement.
"Then lay down and let me see your back," she challenged and the glare off began. Growing in intensity as they shot daggers and screamed at each other through expression alone. The problem he had was that he knew she would never let this go if he didn't fold. Might even be afraid to touch that part of him if she thought it might aggravate injuries long since healed. Kagome riding his back was definitely not something he had any intention of giving up. Which caused a conflict of It's own. If she saw, she might not want to touch him at all. Might be disgusted by the memory of seeing the mottled, disturbing sight.
"I just want to see," she finally asked in a soft, pleading tone as she batted her eyelashes at him and pouted prettily. His resolve wavered at the dirty trick.
"You're still you Inuyasha. I feel bad that I've never noticed before," she tried again in the sweetest, least cheesy tone she could manage and he folded.
Damn her.
Sighing, he slowly sprawled out on the floor, wincing when his still unattended injury hit the gritty floor. So much for worrying about the previously not covered in dirt wound.
Kagome's soft gasp felt like a thousand daggers in his heart. He turned his face away from her and rested his cheek on his arms. She'd never look at him the same again and a part of him grieved the inevitable loss.
"What happened?" she asked as her fingers trailed down the heavily grooved flesh. How could she have missed this? His back normally felt so smooth and this was far from the first time she'd tended to an injury.
"What do you think happened?" he chuckled darkly, "I got hurt."
Clearly, Kagome thought miserably as her eyes followed a strange series of wide loops. They had obviously been stretched over time. As he had grown, the skin had been pulled to match his larger stature.
"These are from when you were small," she whispered as she traced the asymmetrical grooves that were much, much deeper than they looked and were to blame for the wrap around blemish as well.
"Yeah," he sighed heavily. He knew which ones she was referring too. Those had been the first ugly marks he'd received.
"Are they from a whip?" she asked cautiously and he nodded.
"Why?" she asked quietly before huffing in frustration and backpedaling, "I mean I know why, why but I just..."
"My grandfather tied me to a post after mother died," he explained softly, "Something about the plague. I can't really remember."
She let out a shuddering breath and her fingers stilled for a moment.
"Is that how your mother died? She got sick?" Kagome asked as her fingers began lazily tracing the elaborate purplish groove once more and he nodded. Truth be told, it felt nice to have her touch him so intimately. When she usually tended to his injuries touch was just a means to an end. Deliberate and purposeful. This was...
He shivered slightly at the sensation.
"Sorry," she cringed as she retracted her hand, "Did that hurt?"
"No. Just cold is all," he lied softly, "You can keep looking if you want."
"There's so many," she murmured sadly as her fingers splayed out against his back and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. This wasn't bad. This wasn't bad at all. Why had he fought her again?
"What's this one?" she asked as one finger pressed lightly into a crescent shaped groove above his shoulder blade. He shrugged and the movement caused the marred flesh to crumple around her fingertip.
"I get injured a lot Kagome. You can't expect me to remember each time," he sighed.
"I..." the miko began as she lifted her hand and leaned over to look at his face, "I've been working on using my power to heal injuries. Since you're human right now, would you mind if I practiced? Maybe I can fade some of them. If you want."
The prospect of Kagome basically giving him a massage was very, very tempting. Whatever she wanted to try obviously wasn't going to work but who was he to say no to a pretty girl wanting to run her hands all over him?
He nodded before a satisfied hum escaped him when her palms suddenly pressed against the base of his back, applying slightly more pressure as they began sliding upwards before running down his sides. Again and again and again until he was panting slightly.
His mind lazily drifted into a less than innocent direction as he allowed himself to pretend that she still somehow found him attractive and her hands were running over him for an entirely different reason. It was especially easy to fantasize when her fingers trailed over his hip bone. A little too easy.
This needed to stop before he did something else to fuck up the best thing that had ever happen to him.
"I think that's enough," he sighed as he pushed himself back up into a sitting position.
"I got rid of a few," she offered with a proud little smile that had his heart melting.
"Did you?" he laughed before his face fell and his insecurity peeked out its head in his mind. He needed to get ahold of himself before he got his hopes up.
"I still can't do deeper scars but..." she admitted before trailing off when she noticed how he was withdrawing into himself.
"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked before mentally smacking herself upside the head. She was just winning the asking stupid questions game tonight, wasn't she?
"I have a scar too," she offered and he glanced at her in confusion, "Do you want to see?"
Before he could respond, she was pulling her shirt up and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head as smooth creamy flesh he'd never gotten a good look at before was exposed for his viewing pleasure. Not only was he allowed to look, he was expected to look and his little, very male heart could barely handle it.
"See? Where the jewel popped out," she commented oblivious to his inner struggle. It wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it was but it was still rather deep. The hot pink puckered blemish the only thing even remotely flawed about her stomach. His hand moved before he could stop himself. His calloused palm resting on her waist as his thumb gently caressed the mark. Trailing up and down over the scar while the sensation of his hand on her skin overwhelmed his system.
His eyes trailed over the light tan curves of her stomach. His mind trying to commit the sight to memory. Counting every freckle and taking note of every minute detail.
"Still beautiful," he whispered more to himself than her before he inhaled sharply and retracted his hand like it burned. He hadn't meant to say that out loud dammit. He hadn't...
"You...you think I'm beautiful?" Kagome asked softly and his heart plummeted to the bottom of his stomach as he waited for the axe to fall. Her hands lowering her shirt slowly as her sapphire eyes tried to read his mortified expression.
Smiling softly, she scooter closer to him and he flinched.
"You think I'm pretty," she teased and his humiliation only grew as he glared at the floor to his side. That was a stupid thing to say. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. St...
He gasped softly when her lips suddenly were pressed against his own. Each meeting slow and lingering and coaxing him to respond and with a soft groan he did.
Panting heavily several long heated moments later, he stared at her in utter confusion.
"Why'd you do that?" he managed to breathe.
"Because I think you're pretty too."
InuYasha snorted before pulling her in so he could kiss her again.
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like rats fleeing a sinking ship, pt. 9
Whumptober Day 20: Toto I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore
Prompt: Lost
TW: Panic attacks
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The first thing Futaba realizes when she drifts into consciousness is how cold she is.
“Sojiro, did you forget to pay the heating bill?” Futaba asks, reaching out to pull her blanket tighter.
Instead of her comforter, she smacks her hand against old rotting wood. Futaba’s eyes snap open, and she realizes she’s not in her room.
It all comes back to her.
The announcement, the crash, Sojiro.
Futaba must have passed out against this tree while hiding from the search party.
Futaba starts breathing heavily. She has no idea where she is, she has not idea where she’s supposed to go, she’s in the woods alone and covered in scrapes and bruises and she is so, so hungry.
Tears in her eyes, Futaba tries to go through the breathing exercises Makoto taught her. It takes a few tries to get her breath to stop hitching and everything to even out, but eventually Futaba manages to calm herself down. She pokes her head out above the tree. There’s no signs of people, and she’s about to try and get up, when a twig snaps behind her.
If she were Oracle, this wouldn’t be a problem. Nothing would be able to hide from her. But she isn’t Oracle right now, she’s just Futaba and all she has are her instincts screaming at her to get out of here.
Futaba scrambles over the log, just as she hears shouting behind her.
“Hey, wait up!”
Futaba pumps her legs even harder. She remembers a game like this where the character was being chased by a monster and zigzagged through the woods to get it off his trail, so that’s what she does.
Futaba moves back and forth, thoroughly confusing herself and thus hopefully confusing her pursuer as well.
Suddenly she trips over a rock and tumbles into a bush. Bites her cheek to keep from crying out and presses herself as close to the ground as possible, hoping the mud in her hair and jacket will work as camouflage.
She holds her breath when she hears the footsteps getting nearer, and doesn’t let it out until they’ve faded away completely. Futaba gives it a few more minutes to be sure that her pursuers are gone, then gets up and starts in the opposite direction.
She walks for… well it feels like an hour but it’s probably closer to fifteen minutes, shivering when something rustles in the bushes beside her.
Futaba only has time to grab a large stick before the thing in the bushes jumps out. Her intention is to bat it away with the stick, but Futaba just falls over.
She sits up to see a white shiba inu staring at her.
“G-get away!” Futaba says, swinging the stick. To her surprise, the dog listens sitting back. The dog actually looks kinda concerned.
They stare at each other for a while, before Futaba slowly lowers her stick. “You don’t work for the police do you?”
The dog shakes his head, and looks at the stick, as if asking permission to come closer.
“Well, ok if you’re not gonna make any noise, I guess you can come over,” Futaba says, putting the stick down. The dog approaches her slowly, and starts to lick her face. “Ah, don’t do that I’m dirty. You’ll get sick,” Futaba says, gingerly petting him.
Oh wow, this dog is soft and warm. Futaba moves closer to scratch him under the chin.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Futaba says, relaxing a bit.
“Koromaru?” A voice calls. Futaba stops petting the dog and grabs her stick, turning around to point it at the newcomer. The boy doesn’t look that much older than her.
“Oh, you’re Sakura-san right?”
“No,” Futaba says, thinking quickly. “I was… camping! With my parents, but I got lost.”
The boy smiles. “No, you don’t have to lie. It’s fine, I know you’re a Phantom Thief.”
“What’s a Phantom Thief?” Futaba says. “My parents and I have been camping out here for a long time so we’ve missed a lot of news.”
“Seriously, it’s fine. I promise I’m not going to turn you in. Koromaru seems to like you, and he’d never forgive me if I let that happen,” the boy says, throwing a look at the dog, who is by Futaba’s leg.
“You can say that, but how can I trust you?” Futaba asks, looking for an opening to make a break for it. This boy doesn’t look much older than her, but he’s certainly taller than her and would probably catch her if she ran.
“Ok how about this.” The boy takes out a gun, and Futaba stumbles backwards. Instead of pointing it at her, though he points it towards his own head and pulls the trigger.
Instead of blood, blue light fills the woods and Futaba stares up at what is undoubtedly a Persona.
“H-how are you doing that in the real world?” Futaba gasps, barely registering the stick falling out of her hands.
The boy grins. “I’ve had a lot of practice. Look, my name’s Ken Amada, and my friends and I are all Persona users like you, and we want to help.”
Futaba gathers herself. “Just because you have a Persona doesn’t automatically mean you’re trustworthy.”
Amada’s smile drops. “I guess not. But, I promise we want to help. We investigate things related to Shadows and Personas but Shido’s been getting in our way for over a year now. We’re on the same side.”
Maybe it’s the exhaustion, but something in Futaba tells her she can trust him, almost as if the sight of another Persona has stirred Prometheus within her.
“And who are you and you’re friends?” Futaba asks.
“We’re called the Shadow Operatives.”
That name rings a bell, and Futaba remembers seeing them mentioned in her research into Cognitive Psience and when they hacked Sae’s computer.
“Ok.” Futaba says. “I-I’ll go with you. B-but if you try anything, I won’t hold back! I am a Phantom Thief, and you don’t want to be my enemy.” To prove her point, Futaba picks up her stick again.
Futaba follows Amada and Koromaru until they arrive at a car by the road. Amada waves to the driver then opens the door for Futaba to get in. She does so, and Koromaru sits on her lap. Amada makes a call, and soon three other people arrive.
A gorgeous woman with voluminous red hair gets into the back with her, followed by Amada. A stern looking man in a suit gets into the front, and soon they’re on the road.
“You don’t have to be nervous,” the man in the front says, looking at her in the rearview mirror. “I’m Detective Kurosawa. Sojiro called me for help after you left Tokyo.”
“Oh, really?” Futaba asks, still gripping her stick. She’s getting wood and dirt all over this fancy car, but she doesn’t care.
Kurosawa nods. “I used to work with him, and your mother.”
Futaba’s eyes widen. “Seriously? You know my mom?”
“Yes, you’re a lot like her,” Kurosawa says. Futaba blushes, and turns to the woman in the back seat with her.
“And you are?”
The woman smiles, and reaches out her hand. “My name is Mitsuru Kirijo,” she says as Futaba shakes her hand. “Ken has already told you about the Shadow Operatives, no?” the woman asks.
“Yeah.”
“We’re an organization that looks into threats from shadow activity. As I’m sure you can guess, that means we get involved a lot with Cognitive Psience, and we were following your mother’s work before she passed away.” Kirijo offers Futaba a sad smile, but Futaba waves her off. “Our group has been trying to look into the mental shutdown incidents for a long time now, but at every level we’ve been blocked by Masayoshi Shido. We know you aren’t involved with them because the Phantom Thieves only recently became active, so we were hoping you would be able to help.”
“What do you want my help for?” Futaba asks.
“We’d like you to tell us everything you know about the mental shutdowns and Shido.”
Futaba looks between Kirijo, Amada, and Koromaru in her lap. “Fine.”
She tells them about her mother, about how the Phantom Thieves helped her, about Shido and Akechi and how they were set up. When she finishes, Kirijo has a serious expression on her face, and Amada looks like he wants march into the Diet building and smack Shido himself.
“We’re here.” Kurosawa announces as they pull up next to a fancy looking building.
Kirijo leads Futaba into the building, nodding at the receptionist, and finally they arrive in what looks like a living area.
“You’ve been through a lot, Sakura. Why don’t you get some rest,” Kirijo says. Futaba wants to argue, insist she’s fine but even she can feel how sluggish she is. The last time she slept in two days was in the woods in the freezing cold, and the adrenaline that had been keeping her going for the last few hours is starting to wear off. Futaba finds a guest room, kicks off her boots and passes out before her head even touches the pillow.
-_-_-
“... been asleep for how long?”
“Can you blame her, she’s exhausted. The doctor said she should wake up soon.”
Futaba opens her eyes and sees two people talking just outside the open door to her room. One’s a man with a cross necklace, and the other is…
“Excuse me, are you Yukari Takeba?” Futaba blurts out. The two people turn in surprise, then the man laughs.
“Let me guess, you’re a fan of Featherman?” he asks.
“Obviously.”
The Yukari Takeba elbows the man, then turns to Futaba. “Yes, I’m Yukari Takeba, and this is Junpei Iori. Are you feeling alright? You’ve been asleep for three days.”
“That’s not really weird for me,” Futaba says, throwing off the covers. Her discarded jacket and boots have been cleaned, though the clothes she fell asleep in are still pristine. Her stick is also propped up next to her boots, and that makes Futaba happier than she would have expected.
“Go get yourself cleaned off, and then you can meet us in the meeting area.” Iori says.
“I will, thanks.”
Futaba has what is probably the best shower in her entire life, and puts on the clothes that have been laid out for her. The blouse is a bit nicer than Futaba is used to and she has to roll up the pants, but they’re comfortable and smell nice so she walks into the meeting room feeling confident and refreshed.
When she gets there, she sees the Shadow Operatives she’s already met, along with a woman with light blue hair, a blonde woman who Futaba quickly realizes is actually a robot, and a man with silver hair.
“Futaba, you’re just in time!” Iori says when he sees her enter. “You’ve already met pretty much everyone here, but this is Aigis, Akihiko Sanada, and Dr. Fuuka Yamagishi.”
The blue haired woman smiles. “I’m not quite a doctor yet, I still need to finish my dissertation.”
“Eh, you’re practically there already,” Iori says.
“I-It’s nice to meet you all.” Unfortunately, no amount of showering is going to help her when she knows everyone in the room is staring at her, but Futaba tries to keep her calm. “So, you guys said we might be able to help each other?”
“That’s right.” Kirijo says, standing up.
“Well then, can you help me figure out what happened to Sojiro?” Futaba asks. “H-he’s probably worried about me.”
Yukari Fucking Takeba’s face falls. “Sojiro Sakura has been arrested.”
Futaba pales. “What are they doing to him?” She remembers going to see Akira after his little stint in a police station. He’d been asleep and Morgana had warned her not to wake him, but even from the other side of the attic, Futaba could tell he’d been absolutely riddled with bruises and his breathing sounded labored.
And that was after less than a day. Who knew what they were doing to Sojiro, all because he decided to help her. He’d warned them. He’d suspected Shido and didn’t tell her because he thought they’d go after him and get themselves killed and now it’s actually Sojiro who’s going to end up dead.
“Futaba!” A voice pierces through her thoughts. Futaba blinks and realizes Iori is kneeling next to her. “Just breathe ok. In and out.”
Futaba follows his instructions and lets herself be guided to the couch. The blonde robot woman— Aigis? It was Aigis, right?— offers her a glass of water that Futaba takes.
“Listen, Sojiro’s going to be fine.” Iori says.
“We know that there’s plans for him to go on trial, there’s going to be an announcement tonight,” Aigis says.
“It’ll be public, I doubt they’ll do too much to him before then,” Kirijo says.
“But after that, they’ll throw him in prison,” Futaba says. “Or make him disappear or-”
“We won’t let that happen,” Kirijo says. “We will do everything in our power to make sure your father is alright. You have my word.”
Futaba drinks her glass of water and doesn’t say anything.
“We need to change Shido’s heart.,” Futaba says. “Then he’ll admit to everything and our names will be cleared.”
“What would you need to do that?” Sanada asks.
“Ok, well then we need to get back to Tokyo and find my friends,” Futaba says.
Kirijo frowns. “That will be difficult. Apparently the police force is watching all the entry points into Tokyo, and we’ve all been blacklisted.”
“There has to be something .” Futaba insists.
“Actually. I have an idea,” Yamagishi says, quietly. All eyes in the room turn to her. “Sakura-chan, your Persona is suited towards navigation, right?”
Futaba blinks. “Yeah, why?”
“Mine is too, and navigators get stronger when they use their abilities in tandem. There’s a device we can use to amplify the power of support personas. If we used that, and had Mitsuru and Rise to help, we might be able to generate enough of a range to reach Tokyo. It wouldn’t be amazing but at least you could talk to your friends or maybe keep track of enemy weaknesses.”
“Wouldn’t we still need access to that… uh Metaverse you told us about?” Sanada asks.
“I can do that,” Futaba says. “I-” she reaches into her pocket, and then remembers she lost her phone. “Ok… Uh, I’ll need a laptop or something. I have backdoors into all of my friend’s phones. And Akechi’s, I guess. I can hack into their phones and copy it off of one theirs, and then we can boot up the app and run it here.”
Sanada and Kirijo share a look. “Think it’ll work?” Sanada asks.
“It’s possible,” Mitsuru says. “It would be rather draining but-”
“We have to try .” Futaba insists. “Please, Sojiro-”
“We understand,” The Actual Yukari Takeba says. “We’ll help you in any way we can.”
The Shadow Ops continue the conversation and say a few things, Futaba doesn’t pay attention to. She looks around the room for a laptop or something to get on line.
They insist Futaba eat food and rest a bit before letting her at a computer. It’s simple enough to hack into Akechi’s phone through the backdoor she left earlier and download the MetaNav onto the computer.
What’s less fun is the official announcement that night that Sae’s been arrested too and would stand trial with Sojiro.
Futaba doesn’t sleep that night. She sits up and wonders what the hell could have happened if Sae’s been caught. And where Makoto is, until finally she’s had enough of being in her own head.
Instead Futaba hacks into the Shadow Operatives files, and gets as much dirt on them as she can. She finds the schematics for the amplifier Yamagishi was talking about and starts taking notes.
The next morning, Futaba goes to the living area and sees Yukari “Feather Pink Herself” Takeba.
“Do you know where Mitsuru is? I’ve been looking through the schematics on the amplifier and I think I’ve figured out some ways to make it stronger.”
“Did you sleep at all?”
“Nah, but it’s fine.” Futaba says. While she’s here, she might as well get something to drink. She wants coffee, but that makes her think about Sojiro too much, so she grabs a hot chocolate packet and some marshmallows out of the counter.
Yukari Takeba, Seriously It’s Really Her, sits down on the counter across the table. “Is it alright if I call you Futaba-chan?”
Futaba nearly chokes on the marshmallows she’d been stuffing into her mouth. “I mean, yeah sure, if you want. That’d be cool.”
“Listen, Futaba-chan,” Yukari “Holy Shit She’s Using My Name” Takeba says. “I know you’re worried about your friends, but you can’t spread yourself too thin. You’re just doing yourself a disservice by wearing yourself out.”
“I did everyone a disservice by running away,” Futaba mutters.
“You’re not, though. You’re safe, and I’m sure your friends would be happy to know that at least. And we will get you out of this mess.”
“Yeah, you need our help or whatever and-”
“We also wanted to make sure as many of you were as ok as we possibly could. You’re kids-”
“Are you saying we can’t handle this?” Futaba snaps.
“Not at all. I’d be a hypocrite if I did too, considering what we got up to at your age. But that means you still deserve to feel safe and not have to watch your backs, especially since you were almost certainly innocent. I’m sorry you feel like you have to push yourself this much, but let me tell you, you don’t. Things will be fine, better even, if you let yourself relax and recover.”
Futaba stares at her drink, then back at Takeba. Then she feels the tears start.
“I just… I can barely do anything, and-”
Futaba doesn’t realize Takeba’s walked over to her until Futaba feels arms wrap around her. “You’re stronger than you think. I promise. You can do this, your friends can do this, and everything will be fine.”
Futaba lets herself cry into Takeba’s shoulder for a long time, all the fear and worry of the situation finally catching up with her.
When Futaba’s all cried out, she pulls away. “Thanks, Takeba-san.” Futaba says.
“You can call me Yukari. You’re an honorary Shadow Operative now, after all.”
“Really?”
“Oh, definitely.” Ta- Yukari straightens and pulls out a mug of her own. “Now, do you want sprinkles on your hot chocolate?”
After that, Futaba takes Yukari’s advice and gets some sleep, then works with Kirijo and Yamagishi on her device.
Oh she also meets Rise God Damn Kujikawa, who has a Persona, which is insane.
The day after her conversation with Yukari in the kitchen, Futaba opens her computer and runs the MetaNav, inputting the coordinates for Shido’s ship. This won’t do anything if no one’s there, but hopefully they can figure out something.
Yamagishi, Kirijo, and Seriously Is That Actually Rise Kujikawa, summon their Personas, and Futaba does the same, pleasantly surprised to feel Prometheus, even if she can’t manage to fully bring him into reality like the others.
“Alright, let’s start.” Futaba reaches out, feeling around Shido’s ship. It’s fuzzier than usual, but her breath hitches as she gets a familiar ping from Prometheus.
“I’ve got a reading.”
#yes i am still doing the whumptober prompts it's what i themed most of the chapters around#alto writes#on the run au#futaba sakura#mitsuru kirijo#yuakri takeba#junpei iori#whumptober2020#no.20#wordcount: 2500-3000#panic attack tw#persona 5
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zakki:re Q&A replies megathread
A translation megathread of the zakki:re Q&A contest letters Ishida sent back to winning contestants!
As far as I know there were 100 winners, though I only have around 40 in this post. There were more on Twitter, but some opted not to release them publicly on Twitter for personal reasons (such as if they asked personal questions). Some didn’t reveal their question, or all of Ishida’s replies, but I’ve tried my best to guess at their meaning if possible.
The ones I’ll post here are from Twitter, specifically if they came with pictures of Ishida’s art or handwritten replies. I’ll also mention some context if I felt that the conversation/topic between the OPs and Ishida was interesting.
If you see one that I missed, please let me know and I’ll update this post.
Enjoy!
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From songbirdfaraway (X):
No question or answer revealed. OP mentioned that since they drew Touka and Kaneki on the postcard they sent Ishida, that Ishida must have figured OP liked them and drew them in his reply.
From mochi_XIII13 (X):
A huge Juuzou fan. OP stated they asked something they’ve always wanted to know from the bottom of their heart for ages, and that they couldn’t stop crying when they got the answer from Ishida. (No question or answer revealed.)
From __rsks__ (X):
OP must have asked how Naki proposed to Miza, because:
Naki: (Oh yeah!) Dunno what kinda pose a “pro-pose-al” is, but I said we gotta be together ‘til we die!!
Miza: You didn’t need to mention that!
From choco__morinaga (X):
The answer was hidden because OP wasn’t sure whether Ishida minded if it was shared publicly since the info he gave in the answer wasn’t mentioned before. Ishida said it was okay to share, but I can’t seem to find OP tweeting anything about what the question and answer was.
Uta: It’s a secret. Just kidding.
From SatoshigeKiya (X):
OP mentioned they sent in a question that didn’t have anything to do with TG, and Ishida’s response:
Soba.
From 00ibushigin00 (X):
No question shown.
Ishida: Correct.
From tsukihoryst (X):
OP asked for Chie’s biography (one of two, actually!).
Hori Chie
Birthday: September 30th
136 cm / 33 kg / 21.5 cm
Currently on break from university. (Voluntarily on leave.)
Hobbies: photography, travelling, going for walks, enjoying drama
Tsukiyama: Little mouse, what are you doing?
Chie: I got asked a question.
From Hosaka_0405 (X):
Seems like it was a personal question, so I won’t translate.
From take2129 (X):
OP asked if Aunt Satou, Takizawa’s neighbour who was mentioned in his will, was killed by Ayato? But Ishida stated that it wasn’t Ayato who killed her, just some random ghoul.
From reirei_reina_ (X):
OP was so happy they got a nosebleed LOL. Not exactly sure what they asked.
Ishida: It’s great that I can know about the people who have been reading the series for a long time in this manner.
Touka: Thanks!
From cmnme17 (X):
OP’s question: Please give us more details about Hairu’s hairstyle!
Side:
(fluffy bangs)
Hairu: Hm...more details…?
Front:
Long straight across.
Back:
Looks like this from behind.
From go_t35 (X):
Seems like OP asked about the name of a fan club for Ishida based on another tweet of theirs (X)?
Ishida’s attempts: Ishida Club, The 9th Laboratory, Us [Oretachi], We [Wareware], umm? Muscle Lover’S [Kinniku Daisuki’S]. Please tell me of a good one you came up with.
(This is Tsukiyama-level naming lol)
OP later replies to Ishida, saying they were thinking of Sui Sui Club (“club” in kanji).
From 4njo_Usa (X):
OP’s question unknown.
Ishida: No matter how hard things get, don’t forget your goals.
From mishumi_jugem (X):
This OP also asked for Chie’s biography. Similar to the first one, except that she has blood type O.
Chie: Me? I guess I also like seeing drama.
From ChirolMaronLevi (X):
The question wasn’t sent by OP, but by his father. Both father and son are fans of TG (OP grew up reading Jump comics since the father reads them a lot), which amused Ishida greatly. OP is jealous, and his father is smug/happy about it lol (there’s a photo of him holding the zakki:re letter with a glove, with the letter itself wrapped in plastic, with a giant smile on his face).
Also a bit sadder to mention, but OP’s maternal uncle passed away from esophageal cancer. Hearing that his son (so OP’s cousin) has all the TG volumes, OP borrowed the letter from his dad to show to his cousin, which made the cousin happy.
Ishida: Isn't something like that decided at the very end?
You're admirable. Please do your best to stay till the end.
From inou_uoni (X):
OP’s question: This is related to Tokyo Ghoul:re. Ihei Hairu has pink hair, but why did you make her hair colour stand out from everyone else’s?
Hairu: Cause I’m cute, of course?
From 3110_mai (X):
OP asked some question about Urie, and the reply:
Urie: Why indeed.
OP is really amused Urie doesn’t know the answer, and it might even be possible that even Ishida himself doesn’t know.
From GW3Q1od9vzXccOM (X):
Funny enough, the preview of the postcards Ishida tweeted shows more of this illustration. (I’m planning on also translating those postcards that weren’t posted by their owners at the end). But it seems OP was concerned about Ui’s smoking habits, because:
Ui: It’s fine, I’ve got strong lungs.
From paralysis_2626 (X):
Seems like OP asked where Furuta’s pseudonym “PG” when he was masquerading as Souta came from. This is what I could salvage based on OP’s multiple photos:
Furuta: Eh, what “PG” stands for? Huuh, is that what you’re asking…? What to do...hmm, alright, this is just between us, but the truth is...PG is [redacted by OP]. What!! Just kidding~ Actually, [mostly redacted, I can make out the parts where OP didn’t blur the text in another image, something about eating bulgogi]. Ahaha!
This is just my personal guess, so take it with a grain of salt. But:
Bulgogi = プルコギ = purukogi = PurukoGi = PG…
OP did mention they were going to get bulgogi after this, so chances of this being right are pretty high lol.
From ute9pmr1 (X):
I think OP asked about what animal Ishida would want to become to relax (for example, OP wants to become a sea creature became they’re drawn to the ocean).
Ishida: If I’m given time to relax someday...I’d keep working as a human. I don’t really want to become an animal…
Ishida later adds in a tweet it’s more fun being a human.
From hare__1127 (X):
OP got back a Houji from Ishida when they asked about hojicha (roasted green tea).
Above Houji’s head: It smells nice.
Next to Houji: This is Houji-san.
From re_cord01 (X):
OP was debating whether they should keep it to themselves, but decided it’d be better for them to share so everyone can see (thank you OP, this is personally my favourite reply I’ve seen).
OP’s question: What is Kaneki-kun's life like now? (something small like a simple diary entry...)
Month X Day X
I wake up to the sounds of Touka-chan and Ichika's voices.
For some reason, they're excited over some news on TV.
I read through the documents related to Countermeasures [most likely something to do with the United Front] , and summarize my opinion on it until noon.
Time for lunch. Since Touka-chan went out to the shop, I make lunch for Ichika using the rice I bought.
"It tastes better than Mama's," she said, so I replied, "Keep that a secret from Mama."
In the afternoon, I think I'll take a short walk with Ichika, and try visiting Anteiku with her.
From Nia__86 (X):
Question or answer unknown.
From OKASHI_monster (X):
Question unknown.
I wasn't prepared at all...
If I think about this and that it makes me think, "Ah, I don't wanna do this," so there's times where it's easier not to think about it.
It may have been better if I had a "there's all kinds of things huh..." kind of resolve.
From utahira_flour (X):
Question and the full answer unknown. (The postcard on the left is just OP’s message to Ishida about Uta and Hirako).
Uta: Try it out?
From gongon0514 (X):
OP’s question: What is the name of Hirako Take’s Shiba Inu?
Ishida: Kotarou.
From S8OkMMRsYsB7H8i (X):
OP’s fiancee got the reply from Ishida!
OP’s fiancee’s question: Why does Takizawa, when he became a ghoul, begin to hold his fingers in his mouth?
Ishida: Like infants, the reasons can include stress, and suppressing his appetite.
I actually can’t find the OP for some reason, so if anyone finds it, please let me know!
Based on Ishida’s preview of the postcards, it seems like OP asked how Hirako felt when he first got his dog.
Ishida: Something like this.
Hirako: …(it’s a dog)
From tacto_0 (X):
Seems the question was personal, and I can only make out something about how once you’re satisfied it will end there.
The reason the mask is in the picture is because OP asked Ishida advice about making Kaneki’s mask a few years back.
From secret_fairys (X):
The first reply that Ishida worked on.
Ishida: I like guys that can win with a hard blow. The weapon is a two-handed sword.
Dialogue bubble: I will cut you down.
From kuranosukezemi (X):
I can’t say what Ishida replied to OP since the revealed text doesn’t really say anything substantial, but seems like OP asked something related to the final chapter based on their tweet.
From @S_R_Snow (X):
OP must have asked what Touka named her keychain lol.
Touka: No...since I’m not the kind to name things…
Yoriko: She called it Usakichi!
From @rio_080910 (X):
I have no clue what OP asked so the reply doesn’t really make sense. Basically if Ishida has tried doing something.
I never thought about it during serialization. But since it ended, I’m thinking it’d be good to try that kind of thing.
From @Utinni_jawamori (X):
OP seems to have asked a Star Wars-related question since Ishida drew Darth Maul.
Why of course...here.
But I also like Count Dooku.
Exar Kun symbol.
From @ume__oni (X):
Ishida’s reply was covered up by OP, but OP mentioned in their tweet how they named the onigiri Ishida drew “SSR onigiri”, and that they were thankful for receiving a reply despite their silly question.
Ishida replied to their tweet, and it seems like the question OP asked was about his favourite kind of rice or onigiri since Ishida mentioned something about koshihikari, a type of rice.
From bobriorio (X):
OP’s question: Is there a specific character’s expression that makes you go, “Drawing this face is fun, I love it!”?
Ishida: Something like this broken-looking face, for a lot of reasons…
From nato_noir (X):
OP didn’t mention what question they asked, but probably had something to do with the species of butterfly that appears throughout TG. They also mentioned they started reading TG in 1st grade of junior high, since Ishida addresses that in his reply.
From 1st grade of junior high! I'm happy to hear that.
It may look like a "butterfly", but specifically it's a moth called a mock swallowtail butterfly moth.
I drew it to symbolize the difference between humans and ghouls even though they look similar.
From Fyt120 (X):
Question is unknown.
Ishida/Matsuri: Even if it cannot be reached, it will be in your thoughts for eternity.
(Why do I get the feeling he’s talking about Urie lol)
From pencil_15 (X):
OP asked about Tatara’s biography.
Now published...!
Tatara (Zhū Lú) [朱鑪, 朱 means 'red' and 鑪 is fireplace, the kanji for Tatara]
186 cm / 96 kg
Blood type A
Hobbies: Go (taught by his older brother), reading (Takatsuki Sen)
From hachiyone_arai (X):
If you can't stop thinking about the person even though you know it will never happen, that is love.
...according to Matsuri.
(I love Urie too.)
Urie: No.
From nanasiFAST (X):
Miza: Hm...me?
I don’t really rank the things I love.
From Ishida’s preview (X):
Top right - Saiko: Kah!
Bottom right - Maid.
Top left - Nakarai: Recently, Japanese waxwings, I think. (has a rock look to it)
Bottom left - Ichika comic: (you can read here)
I’ll just summarize what I can figure out here since so much of it is concealed.
Higemaru - I think OP asked about how Higemaru ended up working for the CCG because it talks about his history at the Academy and the Qs. Also that Hige really looks up to Urie and wants to keep working with him.
Akira - I think OP asked for advice on dealing with the difficulties with their transfer family, because Ishida suggests using phrases such as, “I see...” or “That’s why~!”. (The alternative is Akira giving Inoue-san (from the transfer family) a Mado Punch lol)
Uta - A personal question, in which Ishida mentioned something about how if OP realized they messed up, and doing what OP needs to do.
Letter below Ui’s - Hide in :re volume 14, huh~
Kaneki also lost his way in OG volume 7 and :re volume 16.
[Something about other guys like Naki, and something about how deciding the most important thing is difficult]
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The end! If there’s any other replies from Ishida that you didn’t see here, please let me know!
#Tokyo Ghoul#Ishida Sui#zakki:re#Ishida Q&A#Translations#my translations#if you manage to get to the end#congrats :'D
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I´ve recently started listening to asmr rp videos while I draw and do hw, and I´ve fallen in love with some characters. But since I have some level of aphantasia I can´t really imagine them, so I was kinda sad about that and then my brain spoke to me: "Yo dofus, you can draw."
So... I did. I think I´m gonna start doing this between hw because I find it relaxing ^^
Anyways, know that these are my own interpretations and designs, and me trying to have a little fun XD
I´ll start with the dorky dragon that stole my heart. This was one of the first I heard and OMG. HE IS ADORABLE. I WANT TO HUG HIM SO BAD.
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I can´t draw the dorky dragon without drawing the polite vampire! Ahhh! This soft boys are going to be the end of me and I love that T.T
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I want to draw more bg... But what should I do..? *Listening to this* Ok, let´s draw that then!
Video Link (There are more before this one,so you might get confused of what´s happening XD)
I gave this sweet gentle pup akita Inu traits just because I thought the curly tail would look cute. I love him so much. He is soo soft!!
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Those are the ones I have for now! Hope you like them!!
-Umi
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Hey Keichanz!! I love your writing and it’s my birthday next week and I don’t know if you take requests or prompts, but if you have time/feel like it some day could you do a fluffy/angsty/some kind of post canon one-shot of our fav couple, something like Inu reminding Kagome that he cares for her specially & didn’t stop or reaffirming her place there with him as Kagome & not Kikyō or a second choice he was left with 😊 Kinda something I would’ve loved to see as canon!! Thank you so much!!!! 💚💚
Happy brithday anon!!
it’s not really angst, but i did my best to give the feels. i don’t write angst for a reason; i’m horrible at it lol. i hope you like it regardless.
Two months.
It had been two months since Kagome came back through the well after three long years, two months since her life had changed forever, and two months since she had been reunited with her beloved hanyou.
Two. Freaking. Months. Since Inuyasha had touched her.
Oh, sure, he touched her, but not in the way Kagome wanted. A brush of a shoulder, claws grazing her arms, his hand briefly enveloping hers whenever he dragged her onto his back. Chaste touches, innocent touches.
Friendly touches.
And Kagome didn’t want to be his friend—she wanted more.
Heaving a sigh from her location just outside her hut – the one said hanyou had built just for her – Kagome looked up from the basket she was weaving and spotted the silver-haired man in question chatting amicably with Miroku not too far away. Close enough she could hear their voices, but not detect what they were saying, she propped her head in her hand and simply watched him, noting his relaxed posture, arms folded lazily over his chest, legs crossed at the ankle as he leaned against the fence, and the familiar smirk on his face that was present whenever he was being a smartass.
And judging by the deadpan look on Miroku’s face as he responded to whatever Inuyasha said, he was being quite the cheeky little brat, Kagome imagined. Her suspicions were only confirmed when with a wicked grin Inuyasha dropped his gaze down to the twin toddlers playing quietly at their father’s feet and got their attention. He waited until two pairs of identical violet eyes swung his way before asking something and they blinked owlishly at him. Miroku beamed down at them and said something as well; his daughter’s turned their gazes toward him for a fleeting moment then looked back over to their favorite doggy.
Kagome frowned. What had they asked them…?
A few seconds later her question was answered when the twins suddenly chorused loud enough for her to hear, “Doggy!” then sprang up with dual cries of delight before throwing themselves at the now hysterically laughing hanyou and clinging to his legs with matching grins. Kagome was unable to hide her smile as Inuyasha swooped down to take a kid in each arm and they climbed onto his shoulders, their favorite spot to mess with his ears, and he didn’t even bother to stop them as they gently tweaked at the sensitive appendages.
Probably because he was too busy rubbing it in Miroku’s face that his kids apparently favored him over their own father, who looked utterly betrayed as he gawked at his offspring hanging from his best friend’s shoulders. That only served to make Inuyasha laugh even harder.
Miroku gave a defeated sigh and rolled his eyes, but Kagome didn’t miss the smile twitching at his lips as he addressed his children still clinging to the hanyou’s arms. The twins giggled, planted a big kiss on each of Inuyasha’s cheeks, and Inuyasha ruffled their hair as they shimmied on down, skittering back over to their father.
Kagome couldn’t contain her own soft laughter at the display and knew Inuyasha heard it when she saw his ears flick in her direction followed by a quick glance of amber eyes. He bid Miroku farewell, to which he returned, and waved at the girls as they also called out their goodbyes before turning and heading over to where she sat, the unfinished basket now abandoned on the ground beside her.
He knelt in front of her, resting his elbows on his knees and tossing a crooked grin at her.
Kagome’s stomach fluttered as it always did whenever he smiled at her and she quirked a brow at him, her own smile still present.
“I think I just saw two cute girls hanging all over you just a minute ago. What a scoundrel.”
“It’s the ears. They’re ear-esistible.”
Kagome snorted a laugh and swatted his shoulder. “Oh my god, that was horrible.”
“You laughed.”
“Because it was horrible.”
“Jealous.”
“Hardly. I feel my IQ dropping.”
“I’m gonna drop you if you don’t take that back.”
“Mmm, promises, promises.”
Inuyasha laughed that time and shook his head, his grin turning into a genuine smile and Kagome’s expression softened at the sight.
It was amazing, how much more Inuyasha smiled now, and now easy it was to joke around like this with him. He really had changed in the three years they’d been apart, and Kagome truly did love these changes. She just wished something else had been changed as well, but so far that didn’t seem very likely, much to her disappointment.
She felt the familiar twinge in her heart whenever she thought about it but ignored the sensation and focused on the hanyou before her. His smile had faded and he was studying her quietly with a familiar expression on his face that Kagome had caught him wearing several times before while staring at her. The look of calm contemplation on his features was underlined with a hint of perplexity, as if he wanted he wanted to ask her something but didn’t know how, or perhaps searching for something but didn’t know what it was.
Kagome blinked and raised her brows in silent inquiry, but then Inuyasha’s expression abruptly cleared and he stood up, avoiding her gaze. She withheld a sigh of disappointment and dropped her eyes to her lap.
It was the same every time; the hanyou would give her that familiar look, and before she could ask about it, it would disappear and he’d look away. Pestering him about it would be pointless anyway; he always changed the subject or just outright ignored he, so Kagome had learned to let it go and just be patient while he figured out what it was he needed to say to her.
The thing was, though, Kagome wasn’t sure if it would ever happen, and the longer he remained silent, the more her hopes dwindled.
“I’m gonna go catch dinner while it’s still light out,” Inuyasha suddenly announced and Kagome lifted her head to lock gazes with him. “Shouldn’t take long.”
Before Kagome could answer, he turned around and started for the forest, but then paused, hesitated, and looked over his shoulder. Intense amber collided with rich brown and her breath caught in her throat.
“Wait for me?”
Kagome swallowed the sudden lump in her throat and mustered up a smile. How long are you going to keep me waiting, Inuyasha?
“Of course.”
Inuyasha’s expression softened, he gave her a small grin, and then took off, bounding away into the trees and disappearing from sight.
Kagome’s chest ached and she released the sigh she’d held back earlier, smile fading as she stared after him with sad eyes. Wait for him? She’d already waited three long torturous years; didn’t he realize that she’d wait for an eternity if it meant she would gain his love?
Bringing her knees up and wrapping her arms around them, Kagome blinked back tears as she propped her chin on her raised knees, biting her lip to stifle any unwanted sounds of sorrow that were bubbling up in her throat. How could he not know? She came back exclusively for him. She was training under Kaede for him. She was wearing the robes, waking at dawn, and missing her family for him.
And yet he hadn’t given her one sign that he wanted a relationship with her that went beyond mere friendship. She knew he cared for her; that was much was obvious, and almost painfully so, because with every tender look, every gentle brush of his hand and every whisper of her name Kagome was always reminded of the kiss they’d shared while inside the meido and in turn that only served to remind her that had hadn’t kissed her, or even touched her romantically since she’d returned.
She didn’t understand. If he didn’t want her, why did he kiss her? Why did he hold her so tightly, so desperately against him on that first day two months ago if he didn’t feel for her what she so deeply felt for him? Had it just been spur of the moment? An act without thought, without reason?
These were all questions she’d been burning to ask him the instant she’d returned, but with their friends’ untimely arrival, she’d never gotten the chance to. Every moment after that had been a whirlwind of activity she’d barely been able to keep up with, and every time Kagome found she had a brief respite to track Inuyasha down and have a much needed conversation, something would always drag her away at the last second, distracting her once again. Then suddenly nearly two months had gone by and by that point Kagome figured it was too late to attempt any such conversation, and had reluctantly let it go to the wayside.
She regretted it now, not finding the time to sneak away to be alone and get everything out in the open. Would things be different now if she had? Would she and Inuyasha be together and she wouldn’t be hiding this pain behind false smiles and silent tears?
Kagome’s chest tightened and she buried her face in her knees, squeezing her eyes shut tight and gritting her teeth against the pain that flared in her heart. Her hands fisted in her hakama so tightly her knuckles turned white and her stomach roiled uncomfortably.
What if…what if his feelings had changed? What if all he felt for her now was just friendship and any chance of it developing into a romance was slim to none? Three years, after all, was no small amount of time. They’d both had a lot of time to reflect on what happened, to think and make decisions, and Kagome liked to believe that had both matured as well. She wasn’t the naïve fifteen-year-old girl she’d been when they’d first met, and Inuyasha wasn’t that stubborn teenaged boy she’d found pinned to the tree. He had grown older mentally and physically, and it was entirely plausible that his feelings had shifted as well, dying along with the hope that she would ever come back.
Because, after all, wouldn’t it be fruitless to pine after something you were uncertain you would ever see again?
But it didn’t make sense! She was back! She was right here, with him, in his time, and she wasn’t leaving him again! Why couldn’t he understand that?! Kagome knew he’d always been a bit dense, but—
Kagome’s eyes snapped open and she lifted her head with a quiet gasp in time to see the object of her thoughts emerge from the trees. His stride was purposeful, his head was bowed, and he was sans any dead animal that would be their dinner, however he was not emptied handed as he walked straight toward her.
In his hand he clutched a single Chinese bellflower, the vibrant color of the petals easily recognizable even in the setting sun.
Kagome’s body froze, the breath stalled in her lungs, and her blood ran cold as she slowly, so slowly rose to her feet, her eyes locked on that single blossom.
And suddenly it all made sense. That look he would give her. How he wouldn’t look her in the eye sometimes. The way he always, always pulled away whenever she would initiate contact that suggested her feelings went deeper than friendship. He didn’t want her.
He wanted Kikyou.
God, how could she have been so stupid, so utterly blind?Not once had they talked about what happened after the priestess had died, what it meant for them, what would happen next, and thinking about it now, why would they have? They were still young and dumb, still insecure about everything between them, and Naraku was still at large. They hadn’t had the time to sit down and talk, and it hadn’t taken precedence anyway. It had been a silent but mutual agreement any discussion concerning the undead priestess would be put on the backburner until after Naraku was gone and the jewel was whole again.
Then Kagome was trapped in her time and any such discussion had been impossible.
Kagome choked on a gasp as her eyes welled with tears and her gaze darted back up to his face. Inuyasha had stopped in his tracks and was staring at her with a puzzled frown, and when he glanced down at the blossom in his hand, he seemed to realize what she was thinking and the color leeched from his face as his eyes went wide.
She bit back an anguished sob and shook her head in denial as Inuyasha whipped his head back up, his expression frantic. She took a step back, the pain in her chest unfurling and making it hard to breathe.
Of course. Of course it was Kikyou, it would always be Kikyou, wouldn’t it? Even dead Kagome couldn’t escape her, the ghost of her predecessor forever haunting, taunting her with the love of a hanyou that she would never have for herself. Just because Kikyou was dead didn’t mean Inuyasha would suddenly forget her, stop loving her, even, and Kagome was a fool to ever think otherwise.
Ears pinned and wincing, Inuyasha took a step forward and reached out with a hand. “Shit—Kagome, don’t—”
“How could you,” Kagome gasped, bringing both hands to her chest, over her aching heart as hot tears ran unchecked down her face. He flinched and the sob that erupted from her throat was raw and anguished.
Frowning now, Inuyasha tried again, determined to get her to listen to him. “Wench, listen to me—”
“All this time,” Kagome spoke over him and Inuyasha cut himself off with a scowl. “It was never me.” A choked gasp escaped her lips and she lifted a trembling hand to press against her mouth.
Inuyasha actually looked offended at that and the pissed off growl that rent the air should have had her shrinking back in fear, but all it deed was sharpen the ache, wedge the knife deeper into her heart, her suspicions confirmed. He was mad because she’d figured it out, that had to be it—
“What the fuck are you talking about, Kagome? ‘All this time?’ ‘Never you?’” He snorted loudly. “Where is all this bullshit coming from?
Suddenly outraged at his callous denial despite holding the proof in his hand, Kagome whipped her head up and sent him such a withering glare Inuyasha was slightly taken aback, the vehemence in her eyes more than a little alarming.
What the actual fuck—
“Don’t stand there and lie to my face, Inuyasha,” Kagome spat, standing to her full height and fisting shaking hands at her sides, dark eyes narrowed into a lethal glare and face etched into a furious scowl. “I’m not stupid. You won’t hug me, you won’t even be alone with me, and those stupid looks! Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out?!”
Blinded by her fury, by her pain, she missed the genuine confusion that crossed his face as he gazed at her.
“Looks? What looks?” Inuyasha asked, deigning not to comment on the other two things she’d mentioned because they were both his fault, but for reasons that were entirely different than what she was obviously thinking. How could she not realize that? Did she truly not know?
Kagome rolled her eyes. “Don’t play dumb,” she sneered, trying to hide the waver in her voice as she recalled those thoughtfully confused looks he’d give her, now finally understanding the painful meaning behind hem. “All the time you would just stare at me silently like you want to ask me something but you never do and now I realize it’s because I remind you of her, isn’t it?”
The hissed words had Inuyasha reeling back in shock and he gaped at her, truly astounded that she would come to this conclusion just because of how he looked at her sometimes. And now that he thought about it, Inuyasha knew what look she was referring to and she couldn’t he more wrong. Dammit, he thought they were passed this! How could Kagome even think a thing like that? How could she not know? Did she trust him so little, have such little faith in him that she thought every time he looked at her he saw his former love?
It hurt, more so than he would have guessed, and the pain that flared sharp and severe in his chest had him exploding before he even realized it.
“You stupid wench!”Inuyasha thundered at such a loud volume Kagome gasped and stumbled back a step in surprise, eyes widening at the intensity of his reaction. Golden eyes glowered at her so fiercely Kagome knew if looks could kill she’d be six feet under and the deadly growl that reverberated in his chest gave off all kinds of pissed off vibes that warned her to tread very carefully.
“Are you fucking serious?!” he continued to bellow and Kagome flinched involuntarily, but then recovered and glared at him in steely silence. Inuyasha snarled and roared, “How could you not know?! Why—why the fuck would you think—!”
Cutting himself off with an aggravated groan that ended with a frustrated growl, Inuyasha shoved his hands through his hair, momentarily forgetting about the bloom he still held, and pegged her with a hard, stern glare.
“I build you a goddamn home, I hunt for you, I provide for you, protect you from anything that seeks to do you harm, and you throw it back in my face by claiming that I see her when I look at you?! What the fuck, Kagome?! How could you even—I thought—”
Clenching his jaw, Inuyasha finished off with a growl and merely glared at her, ears pinned, and though his face was contorted into a scowl, his eyes pleaded with her to provide some kind of explanation behind all this bullshit so he could fix it.
Sniffling, Kagome screwed her face up and glared right back and refusing to acknowledge the little seedling of hope that embedded in her heart at his intense and adamant outburst. If his reaction was this strong, then maybe…
“What am I supposed to think, Inuyasha?” Kagome fired back, crossing her arms. “It’s been two months and nothing’s changed! You haven’t hugged me since the day I came back, go out of your way to avoid being alone with me, and you seem perfectly content to keep things as they are now!”
Clenching his jaw, lips peeled back in a lethal snarl as his his hands fisted so tightly his claws dug into his palms, Inuyasha had to refrain from screaming in her face in pure frustration.
“I thought it was obvious,” he managed to grit out from between tightly clenched teeth, hardly noticing when he crushed the delicate stem of the flower he still held in his hand.
Fucking hell, he’d built her a hut. A motherfucking home. That they slept in every night. Together. How much more clear did he need to be, goddammit?!
“Obvious?!” Kagome repeated incredulously, her voice high-pitched and dark eyes wide. “You’re as obvious as a brick wall, Inuyasha, and apparently just as dense if you think I have even the slightest idea of what you’re getting at so a little enlightenment would be nice!”
Inuyasha suddenly straightened his back, set his jaw, and stared directly her eyes. She wanted obvious? Fine. He’d be so obvious that there was no way she’d be able to mistake what came out of his mouth next.
“Then marry me, dammit.”
Kagome froze. Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped, and color suffused her cheeks with a becoming shade of scarlet.
“W-what…?” she whispered, lifting a hand to hover above her wildly beating heart. Had…had she heard him right…? Had he just asked her to…?
“I said,” Inuyasha began slowly, his eyes intense, hot as they bore into her own. “Marry me. And that’s not a request.”
Suddenly feeling dizzy Kagome swayed where she stood and she was sure she would had collapsed onto the ground had it not been for the arm that appeared out of nowhere and snapped around her waist, hauling her up against a solid chest.
Shaking her head, a mixture of confusion, shock, and utter elation making her head swim, Kagome stared wide-eyed up at him, her lips trembling, hands clutching his suikan in a desperate grip.
“You…you can’t order me to—”
“I can,” he interrupted her lowly, his arm tightening around her as his eyes lowered to half-mast. “And I will. Because obviously that’s what I need to do in order for you to believe me when I say that she has nothing to do with anything. Nothing.”
Kagome swallowed thickly, not daring to hope. “But…but the flower—”
With a grunt Inuyasha brought the forgotten bloom up between them, the flower slightly crushed from his forceful grip, but still intact.
“Do you know what a bellflower means, Kagome? What it signifies?” he asked her, his voice softer than it had been previously.
She shook her head mutely, biting her lip.
“It means,” he started and carefully tucked the blossom behind her ear, brushing her hair away and trailing his claws along the delicate curve of her jaw. “Endless love. And honesty.”
When Kagome gasped and hope flared in those gorgeous eyes of hers, his expression softened and he elaborated, “When I went to go hunt for our dinner, I saw this single bellflower just sitting at the base of a tree, completely untouched, spared from any harsh weather or hungry animal. And suddenly it was the sign I’ve been waiting for, the sign for me to stop being such a goddamn coward and finally be honest about my feelings. So I took it and came back to you without finding anything to eat. I needed to tell you, because I was suddenly afraid that if I didn’t, I would lose for you forever and Kagome…”
Throat tightening against the intense emotion that welled up, Inuyasha cupped her face in his hands and leaned his forehead against her own, not at all surprised when unshed tears brimmed her eyes and threatened to spill down flushed cheeks.
“I couldn’t let that happen,” he confessed in a near whisper, golden eyes bright and Kagome’s breath hitched. “So I’m gonna ask you again, Kagome.”
Staring into her eyes, trying to pour everything he was feeling into his own, the love, hope, and fear unmistakable in the amber depths.
“Will you marry me?”
The tears spilled from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks as a trembling but genuine smile slowly spread across Kagome’s face, small hands coming up to cover his own where they still held her face in a tender grip.
“Yes,” she breathed and wrapped her arms around his neck, twining her fingers in his hair and wondering if she could love this amazing hanyou any more than she already did.
Without preamble Inuyasha leaned down, covering her mouth with his own, and as he stole her heart and the very breath from her lungs with his kiss, he suddenly recalled a third meaning to the innocent flower that had given him the courage to be so honest, and he grinned against her lips.
Kagome hummed and he growled, dropping his hands to lift her up against him and he swallowed her surprised gasp. Abruptly he decided he was going plant a garden of the lavender flower, a constant reminder not of his former lover, but of something with much deeper meaning, a secret that he would one day tell his future wife, but not today.
Pulling back, pressing a series of soft, lingering kisses to her lips, Inuyasha’s eyes flicked to the blossom tucked innocently behind her ear and he smiled.
Endless love. Honesty.
The return of a friend—a lover—is strongly desired.
#bellflower#oneshot#inuyasha#kagome#inukag#keizfanfiction#i tweaked the third meaning a little to suit my own purposes#i found it on a website when i looked up bellflower meaning#it was too perfect to not use hahaa#happy birthday! ^_^
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PUPPY LOVE!!
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“Rather than a love interest, you’re more of a friend? Well, rather than a friend, you’re my archnemesis, aren’t you? Every time we meet, we fight! We FIGHT! Mmm, but…it’s kinda fun.”
OR: two dorks realize their constant squabbling was just because they liked each other.
hai! dokkyuun! seeno !
papii LOVE!!! pappapii LOVE!!
Okay! *Heart squeeze* Ready?
Puppy LOVE!!! Pu-puppy LOVE!!!
daiichi inshou wa maji SAIYAKU
(papii LOVE!!! pappapii LOVE!!)
tomodachi ika tte iu ka ENEMII!!
(papii LOVE!!! pappapii LOVE!!)
My first impression of you was seriously AWFUL
(Puppy LOVE!!! Pu-puppy LOVE!!!)
Not even a friend, more like an enemy!!
(Puppy LOVE!!! Puppy LOVE!!)
atta totan ni chibichibi
katte na adana nanisama!?
ichiban nigate na TAIPU
honto arienai yo ne!? arienai!!
As soon as we met, you took the liberty
Of calling me “Short Stuff", just who do you think you are?!
You’re the type of guy I can’t stand at all
You can’t seriously be for real, right!? You’re unbelievable!!
au tabi itsumo no kuchiGENKA
(papii LOVE!!! pappapii LOVE!!)
inu to saru HABU to MANGUUSU
(papii LOVE!!! pappapii LOVE!!)
Each time we meet, we always FIGHT
(Puppy LOVE!!! Pu-puppy LOVE!!!)
We’re like cats and dogs, a viper and a mongoose¹
(Puppy LOVE!!! Pu-puppy LOVE!!!)
kyuu ni chinmoku nan na no
hen na kuuki masaka ne
KIMI no kao ga akaku naru!!
Suddenly you get quiet, why?
There’s a really awkward mood now–that can’t be, right?
Your face has gotten really red!!
papii LOVE!!!
Puppy LOVE!!!
wake wakannai! wake wakannai!
nee KOKUHAKU suru nante
totsuzen sugiru yo
naze doushite watashi no mune
haretsu shisou na no?
I don’t know why! I don’t know why!
Hey, your love confession
Came way too out of nowhere
W-why is my heart pounding so hard it
feels like it’s gonna explode?
「masaka watashi mo SUKI, na no kana…
iyaiya sonna no zettai nai shii!! 」
“It couldn’t be that I like him too, could it…
No, no, there’s no way it’s because of that!!”
me ga KYORO KYORO kyodou KYODO KYODO
My eyes are shifting around the room, I’m acting funny
chou kinchou! hatsu toujou!
warawanaide! papii LOVE!!!
This is so nerve-wracking! It’s my first time doing this!
Don’t laugh! Puppy LOVE!
chotto matte yo ikinari suginai!?
kokoro no junbi mo hettakure mo nai!
daitai nande koo naru wake na no?
ittaizentai hai! TENPAttaa
renai taishou tte iu ka tomodachi?
tomodachi ttsuuka tenteki da yo ne?
au tabi itsumo KENKA! KENKA!
maa un… tanoshiin dakedo
Wait a minute, will you? Isn��t this too sudden!?
My heart isn’t even freakin’ prepared
How did we even get to this point?
What the heck, okay!? I might’ve lost it for a second
Rather than a love interest, you’re more of a friend?
Well, rather than a friend, you’re my archnemesis, aren’t you?
Every time we meet, we fight! We FIGHT!
Mmm, but…it’s kinda fun
hoka no hito to wa nanika ga chigau
myou ni RIRAKKUSU dekiru tte iu ka
demo demo SUKI to ka sou iu no ja nakute mo
iya wakkannai ki ni natteru kamo
iyaiyaiyaiya zettai naisshii!!
nande konna ni hisshi ni nan no?
SUKI? KIRAI? KIRAI? SUKI?
wakkanai…
You’re different from the others,
I mean, in a weird way, I can relax around you
But, but that sort of thing isn’t really love
Oh, I don’t know, I might care about you…
Nonononono, that’s definitely not it!!
Why do you get me this worked up?
Is this LOVE? HATE? HATE? LOVE?
I don’t know…
hai! dokkyuun! seeno !
papii LOVE!!! pappapii LOVE!!
Okay! *Heart squeeze* Ready?
Puppy LOVE!!! Pu-puppy LOVE!!!
hatsukoi no aite wa kimeteta no
(papi LOVE!!! pappapii LOVE!!)
MODERU ka haiyuu ka oujisama
(papi LOVE!!! pappapii LOVE!!)
I’d set my heart on who my first love would be
(Puppy LOVE!!! Puppy LOVE!!!)
A model, or an actor, or a prince
(Puppy LOVE! Puppy LOVE!)
kedo doushite wakaranai
KIMI no koto ga dandan
SUKI na no kamo tte kanjiru
But, I don’t get it at all, why have I
gradually started to feel that
I like you, maybe?
papii LOVE!!!
Puppy LOVE!!!
wake wakannai! wake wakannai!
mou jibun no kono kimochi
rikaifunou da yo
kooitsu wa koitsu wa koitsu wa koi kashira
yappari yappari hen kashira
nee dareka oshiete
I don’t know why! I don’t know why!
Geez, I don’t understand
My own feelings at all
This is, this is, this is love, I think?
…yeah, that’s too weird after all, isn’t it?
Hey, someone explain this to me
「kokuharu mohan kaitou nanka kyoukasho doko ni mo nottenaishii!!」
“The ‘right answer’ to a confession isn’t anywhere in my textboooooks!!”
konna kimochi wa hajmete dakara
Because it’s the first time I’ve felt this way…
aa sou ieba itsuka
watashi ga hekonda toki
daijoubu! daijoubu!
kan to ka naru yo, to
genki kureta
Ah, now that I think about it,
Whenever I feel down,
You told me “It’s okay! You’ll be fine!
you’ll get through somehow”
And cheered me up
wake wakannai! wake wakannai!
nee KOKUHAKU suru nante
totsuzen sugiru yo
naze doushite watashi no mune
haretsu shisou na no?
I don’t know why! I don’t know why!
Hey, your love confession
Came way too out of nowhere
W-why is my heart pounding so hard it
feels like it’s gonna explode?
「masaka watashi mo SUKI, na no kana…
iyaiya sonna no zettai nai shii!! 」
“It couldn’t be that I like him too, could it…
No, no, there’s no way it’s because of that!!”
me ga KYORO KYORO kyodou KYODO KYODO
My eyes are shifting around the room, I’m acting funny
chou kinchou! hatsu toujou!
warawanaide! papii LOVE!!!
chou kinchou! hatsu toujou!
papii pappi pappi! papii LOVE!!!
This is so nerve-wracking! It’s my first time doing this!
Don’t laugh! Puppy LOVE!
This is so nerve-wracking! It’s my first time doing this!
Puppy Puppy Puppy ! Puppy LOVE!!!
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¹ Literally, dogs and monkeys, vipers and mongooses. “Cats and dogs” is much more familiar to English speakers, though, but I’m pretty sure the whole “vipers and mongooses have it out for each other” thing is fairly well-known.
#PUPPY LOVE!!#YuiKaori#album song#album: Puppy#lyrics#translation#Lyricist: Hyadain#Composer: Hyadain#Arrangement: Hyadain#10s aidoru#aidoru songs about crushing on a friend#aidoru songs about friends to lovers#although I guess it's more rivals/frenemies to lovers#aidoru songs referencing animals#release date: 09/21/2011
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07 | Blood Princess
Pairing: RM x reader, OT7 x reader
Genre: Mafia!au
Warnings: kidnapping, mentions of rape, mentions of violence, suggestive themes
Word count: + 2.8k
A/N: It took me forever to write this one between lots of things happening. Sorry it took so long and I hope you like it ❤
The day went by rather quick as you and Taehyung went shopping, Jimin and Jungkook following you. The man took you to the most expensive and fancy stores you could ever imagine. You tried the most exquisite and luxurious dresses you could ever wonder of wearing. The fanciest, comfortable and soft fabrics made all around the world, Italy, India, Thailand, Germany, Brazil, you name it.
Jimin and Jungkook were supposed to keep an eye on you, but they were too lost in their little flirting game. You haven’t figured out if they were too friendly and clingy with each other, if they were too oblivious of their own feelings, if they didn’t want to ruin their friendship nor the things inside the gang, or if they were desperately trying to get into each others’ pants. Either way, it kinda annoyed you, not because it was something that bothered you, but because you couldn’t handle the fact they were losing time with these little games.
You looked your reflection in the mirror of the fitting room for the thousandth time on that afternoon, Taehyung promised it was the last store you guys would go. The Alexander McQueen dress looked gorgeous on you and hugged just right all the curves you’ve gained over the days you’ve stayed at the BTS’ house.
“Holy shit” the boy coughed on his whiskey when you came out of the fitting room, his eyes shining as your cheeks became pink. “You’re looking like a fine rare diamond” he grabbed your hand, making you turn 360º. “Boss won’t be able to keep his eyes off you”.
“Tae~ssi” you objected, looking at the ground, making the boy laugh.
“Or his hands…” he lightly slapped your butt, making you squeal and look at him with threatening eyes, making him laugh even more at you. “Like nobody can’t notice the sexual tension every time you are in the same room”.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you pretended that wasn’t true when everybody knew that, at least from your side, the attraction was real. “He is my leader, nothing more”.
“Sure” Jungkook appeared, a bra placed on his chest on top of his clothes and Jimin with a leopard-printed Beret on his head. “C’mon, Y/N, you guys fuck each other with your eyes”.
“I thought you were about to fuck right on the tatami in front of us this morning” Jimin complemented.
“Yah~ guys! Even if there were sexual tension between us, nothing can and won’t ever happen. Nam… RM is my boss, my Don, I can’t trespass that relationship” your voice sounded sadder than you wished.
Sure, Namjoon was a handsome and charming man, he took care of you when he could do what everyone else did, like every other mafia leader does. But no, he was caring, worried, sweet with you. And you were sure that everything you were feeling was just a reflex of this treatment you were receiving from him. You weren’t falling for him. You couldn’t fall for him.
“I’ll take this one” you announced, leaving the pitiful eyes of the men.
You left the breath you were holding, a single tear falling. You weren’t sure why you were crying, why you felt such a tight hold on your chest, but the sensation was too much and you had to give all the strength in your body to leave the booth.
Jungkook entered the fitting room, finding you almost fully dressed, only the shoes missing. The young man didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to, and hugged you tight, his hands, holding your body tight, comforting you as you cried on his chest. You let yourself go embraced by the friend.
There was so much happening in your life lately, it was all so tiring and overwhelming and breathtaking, but not in a good way. All you wanted was a time machine so you could turn back time to when you were a kid, so you could’ve disobeyed your parents and went to your friend’s house to play so you wouldn’t be home that fateful day, when everything started to get wrong, when your life turned upside down. And now you were stuck with this life, being this cold-blooded killer everyone is afraid, being forced to stop studying what you love the most, not being able to properly love someone without fearing the consequences of your actions.
You were so buried on the younger’s chest that you didn’t notice the other boys presence, surrounding you with their warmth and affection. You never had any friends before, you never had affection, you never had love. But now, these boys were providing you with it. The countless nights playing video games or watching some movie or just enjoying each others company, slumber parties filled with happiness, loud laughs that earned scolds from Suga or Jin, and junk food. You didn’t want anything complicated, just a normal life.
“How about we buy some silly stuff? Yeah?” Jimin asked, his hand wrapping around your waist as soon as Jungkook left you. “We have the boss’ black card” he showed the squared plastic in his hands.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to spend the gang money on useless stuff” you replied, looking at the glow in their eyes. They never had the right to use the card and the fact that Namjoon gave to them was eating them alive, dying to spend as much money as they can.
“Yah! C’mon!” Tae shook your body, earning giggles from you, the tears long gone. “We can buy you plushies” he winked fastly, trying to charm you.
“You got me with the plushies” they hugged you, squealing of happiness. “But I want ice cream too”.
“Your wish is our command, princess” the maknae offered his arm, which you took, linking them.
The laughs echoed through the hall as you four entered the mansion. Your arms holding a big Shiba Inu plushie and a Gudetama one. Your cheeks flushed of happiness, a smile spread on your face, ear to ear, and the foremen holding the dozens bags with the purchases.
“I see the mall trip was productive” you heard his voice behind you and the little hairs behind your neck shivered. You turned around and met his glowing eyes. He looked so perfect for his own good. His tall and sleek body was dressed in a blue plaid suit, a white turtleneck shirt underneath, his long neck looking so inviting for your mouth to lay on it, his hands on his front pockets, his posture so majestic, as always. His hair was perfectly combed back, a few strands falling on his forehead. You wondered how someone could look so pretty. Namjoon left a chuckle when he noticed you staring at him and took his thumb to your lips, wiping a bit of melted ice cream that laid on the corner of them. “You look like a kid” his finger caressed your cheeks and a heat took over your body. You were sure you were red as a tomato.
“For the bags Dan and the boys are holding, I guess she found not only the right outfit but the whole store too” Jin, that you even noticed was behind the boss with Yoongi, said while peaking inside the bags.
“I sent the maid to your room to help you get ready” Yoongi said while leading the men holding your bags to your room. “She’s making a bubble bath and a few facial treatments for you”.
“That’s not needed” you sounded embarrassed, you never had those things, you always were independent when it came to those things. And, to be honest, you never really cared about those things, except at college, nobody saw your face, so why use makeup all the time? “I’m sure she has more important things to do”.
“Besides” Jungkook wrapped an arm around you. “I can help her”.
“WE” Taehyung wrapped his arm on your other side, sandwiching you. You smiled looking at them and nodded.
“They’re guys” Namjoon calmly said, but you could notice the fidgeting of his hands inside the pockets.
“And what about that?” Jungkook replied, an evil smirk playing on his lips. “You never minded being helped by women” the leader’s eyes landed on you waiting for your reaction but you tried to keep your cool, not showing to be affected by that information.
“Fine. But you need to get her ready by ten” the tall man simply replied. Turning around and leaving you alone.
“I swear to God you’ll kill RM before he gets the chance to put his hands on you” Jimin said, a mischievous grin on his lips as he shook his head in denial. “Ok, let’s do this” he rubbed his hands together, excited with the whole situation. “You’re gorgeous but we’re going to make you look burning hot” he slapped her butt as he passed, laughing loudly at her reaction.
The four friends rumed to the girl’s room, finding the bags set on her bed and also the ground, a bath running with a few different bath bombs and bath salts by the side, brand new makeup still packed on the top of her dressing table, the lights around the mirror already turned on. The atmosphere and the smell of the place were incredibly calm, the dim lights making everything seem a little sensual.
You got yourself wondering what Namjoon was planning for the night, making your stomach twitch, and the mind-sight of him in a suit with his usual glass of scotch on the blinding triggering lights of the club made your legs wobble. The power that man had upon you was unbelievable, even just the thought of him made you all blushy and warm, like you could feel his burning fingertips touching lightly your skin.
Jungkook touched your shoulder, making the image dissipate out of your mind and you look at him, the tip your ears red and a shy smile on your lips. The boy shook his head, he knew you well enough to know you were thinking about your boss. Again.
He led you to the bathtub where Jimin prepared the water with something that smelled like milk and lavender, extremely intoxicating. They left you alone so you could undress and drown your body in the warm scented water. Your muscles relaxing like there was someone massaging every single one of your muscles, releasing the knots of tension built up in your shoulders.
“Can we come in?” Jungkook’s voice was muffled behind the door. You didn’t have the strength to say anything, just to enjoy the feeling and hum to them.
“I can see you’re enjoying it” Taehyung sat by your side on the ground, playing with the opaque white and lilac water. You nodded, not worrying with opening your eyes.
“I want to stay here forever” you embraced yourself, finally opening your eyes. You looked at the boys next to you, smiling at them. “I love you so much, guys” you send them a finger heart, earning giggles and more finger hearts from the boys, Jungkook kissing your forehead.
The amount of trust you had in those boys was out of this world. Sure, you like the other ones too, Namjoon especially, but Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook were your musketeers, your loyal boys. Your best friends. If anything goes wrong you knew you had someone to rely on on the last moments of your life, you knew that you had three boys that cheered you, made you happy and, more than anything, loved you.
The gang was tight, that was undeniable, but sometimes the boys felt like it was just business. And Y/N came to shake things up, bring new experiences, new feelings, change the mood of the seven. She did a Feng Shui in the gang. And nobody was complaining.
The maknae grew so much on her ever since they started to investigate her, discovering how their past was similar, how they both had terrible childhoods and families. How destiny was a bitch to them and made two innocent kids become something that was beyond their comprehension, beyond what a kid was supposed to know. He was the one who captured you and, to be honest, you were glad.
Jimin was the one that made you feel like a kid again, made you feel like you still could be a kid sometimes. He would secretly buy ice cream, candies and junk food, bring silly movies and spend the night doing nothing but laughing at stupid scenes and commenting on how this actor was pretty or that one was bad at acting. He would randomly appear at your bedroom with a new plushie and a bright smile on his beautiful plump lips. I thought of you, noona. He would say and show you a stuffed version of a character you two saw in a movie you watched a week before or something pink and cute or even some new sparkly pocket knife because he thinks you are cutely mortal.
While Tae was your cult friend, the one you’d sit in front of the fireplace with a wine glass talking about some random piece of art until you two dissected a whole period of art through history. He even gave you an original stolen painting of René Magritte, your favorite painter of all time. The boy would take you to museums and art exhibitions and spent hour talking about the artists, their lives and their art. If not, he would take you to mall trips, helping you buy clothes - since you never did it - and choosing what color best suits you. He even helped you buy new lingerie, for christ sake. Then you two would put a show to the other two, showing them everything you bought and earning applause, whistles, and cheers.
And you were the cherry on top, together you were best friends, gang friends, killer friends, the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. You were undefeatable together.
“We love you too, baby, but you need to get ready or boss will kill all of us” Taehyung said finishing to massage the hydrating mask he was applying on your face.
“Chimiii, tell Tae I don’t want to go” you whined, pouting like a little kid, hugging your body like it was going to prevent you to be taken out of the bath.
“I’m sorry, noona, but he’s right” the boy played with your hair. “We need to get you perfect for tonight. We know that boss is going to use you as a living bait so you need to be prepared if you have to fight” you nodded sadly.
“We know you don’t want this life anymore but just for now you have to help us” Jungkook handed you a towel and turned around so you could get out of the bathtub. The others imitating his gesture. “I’ll make a promise to you. After Papa and his gang are down, you’ll be free”.
“You can’t make promises you can’t keep, Jungoo” you wrapped your arms around him, hugging his broad body from behind. “I know you want my best but now that my secret is out, I’m not safe anymore” he gently caressed your arms. “Sometimes I wish I could go back to university, you know? Keep studying have a normal life, a normal job, so I could get off this shit. And I wish I could take you all with me” you kissed his back and he turned around, wrapping you up in his body. He kissed your nose and hugged you tight. He understood you more than anyone.
“I know. But, for now, we need to live this life, yeah?” he nudged his nose on your hair. “And now we need to get your pretty ass ready for the damn club” you nodded and he let you go of his embrace and a cold wind flew over your body. You wanted to stay all night cuddled up with your best friend.
“Can you guys come too?” you asked, walking towards Taehyung, that was waiting to start doing your makeup.
“We wanted, but these type of stuff and business is only with boss and hyungs” Jimin answered, wrapped up in the fake fur coat you bought to use. “You’ll look so damn hot in this outfit, noona” he commented, looking at the clothes and accessories sprawled over your bed.
“I hope so. I don’t want to disappoint boss” Taehyung was already priming your face.
“That I can promise that you won’t” Jungkook spoke, an eyebrow raised and a devil smirk on his lips.
“She could appear naked in front of him that he would still think she is a perfect princess” Jimin hugged his friend, starting to play with his hair.
“He’d like even more” the three boys laughed.
“Oh, fuck off you bitches” you tried to sound angry but soon was laughing with them, trying to forget the butterflies in your stomach getting more excited with every second getting closer to 10PM.
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HUMAN BY ACCIDENT!
A/N: This is a birthday present for @artistefish, happy birthday arty!
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Sakura Oozuno has been married since a half year now with Tsubame and the married life made her happier than ever, Lum felt really happy for her, she deserved to be loved and to be more relaxed after of the craziness her life is connected to.
That’s why when Lum received a call from her old friend to visit her the next day to show her some old artifacts that she found while cleaning her uncle’s house when she went to check on her mother, she couldn’t help to say yes.
“The artifacts are really old, I found a manuscript that had an old date, it was made 506 years ago!”
“That’s almost the period where Inu-chan comes from!”
“Yeah, I thought it was interesting so I decided to give you a call, maybe Inuyasha knows more about them”
“Sure, we will go at 2, love ya!”
“See you then, Lum!”
It wasn’t hard to convince Inuyasha to go with her since the others were busy; Ranma and Akane went to help Rinne and Sakura out in a martial art case where ghosts were craving to had one last match before they passed away, meanwhile Ataru and Kagome went to buy the supplies for their next nightstand.
Lum was happy to see darling being friends with Kagome, they were smart and had an incredible authority, but it was a fresh air to her to see him be actual friends with girls, with no flirting and he didn’t ask any of them to a date after the events of when they all had their first adventure together; when they broke Tomobiki’s seal.
And Darling even became more open with her, the guys were his friends and he didn’t felt so left out anymore, it was all going great.
“So, do you think it’s okay to walk around like this?”
“It’s okay Inu-chan, I have seen a lot of persons wearing weirder stuff in these last two days”
And it was true, unknown for the two youkais there was actually an Anime Con in the prefecture, where there was a contest for the best cosplay so there was a lot of cosplayers walking around.
“Hey, both of you have a great cosplay; can I take a picture with you two?” A person wearing what it looked like an armor went to them, Lum nodded and Inuyasha didn’t say no, so the person asked a person nearby to take a photo of them.
“Thanks guys!”
Inuyasha and Lum looked at how happy the person was while he said to them and the person who took the photo goodbye.
“You see?”
“Keh, this era is weird”
As they walked around and got closer to the Ozoono residence, she remembered what her Darling warned her to not touch any artifacts, after his last case with the gloves of hate and love, they decided to be more cautious about those kinda things.
“Oh, Inu-chan, promise me to not touch any of those things!”
“Why, are they dangerous?”
“Not exactly but the last experience we had without being prepared wasn’t good”
When they entered the residence they were received by Cherry, Miss Ozoono uncle and Lum decided to be on guard.
“Where is Sakura, cherry?”
“My dear niece will come back shortly, she asked me to guide you to the living room, where the things where”
Inuyasha hasn’t treated cherry, but he couldn’t help to feel wary about him, his atmosphere was like Myoga or Happosai, it spelled problems to him.
Both at them sat down next to each other at the Living room where a box was, cherry stood in the table on flipped it down, a lot of artifacts went down.
“Look how weird these look even the touch is weird!” Cherry said holding a dragons jade statue on his hands, making it obvious that he wanted to make them hold it.
Don’t touch it Inu-chan
Inuyasha and Lum had a good intuition that told them what the other was referring to or even thinking with just one glance, their connection made their loved ones surprised, calling it ‘sibling intuition’, assuring their special connection.
As if!
Cherry noticed that his plan wasn’t working, it was time to think in something else, cherry knew he wasn’t a bad person, he was a monk who gave himself to Buddha and he couldn’t help feeling curious on these artifacts, he bought a long time ago and he forgot about them until his niece found them again in the attic, he knew that when humans touched them nothing actually happened but what could happen if youkais touch them or interact with them? Lum was an alien but she was clearly an ogre and her new friend was an interesting person, a half-breed born from a human and a dog demon, so he had the perfect people to satisfy his curiosity.
“Well, this one is really interesting too, it’s an old mirror that belonged to an old Chinese emperor, the legend says that it shows a point of yourself you never saw before” cherry said holding a circular mirror that had gold dragon ornaments around it, Inuyasha and Lum let their guard down a little and came closer to see their reflections, it was ok if they only see right? After all they won’t touch it.
“UNCLE, NO!” They heard a voice said but it was too late, when they saw their reflections the mirror glowed making Inuyasha instantly put an arm in front of Lum in a protective manner, the light was strong enough to make all of the people on the room momentary blind.
When the light dissipated Inuyasha felt different but at the same time he was familiar with this feeling, he opened his eyes and looked around, two surprised persons were looking at him, the old man being one of them, he was ready to shout at him when he saw the reflection in the mirror the old man still hold, it was him but he had his human appearance.
Inuyasha cursed, that’s why he felt different, dammit!
“What happened?” A female voice said, coming from beside him, Inuyasha noticed a girl with black hair, with a similar appearance as him, she opened her eyes slowly, her aquamarine blue eyes were gone and were replaced with a soft blue, her horns and fangs were nowhere to be seen and her electric aura disappeared.
She looked human.
“Inu-chan, you’re in your human form!” Lum looked at Inuyasha surprised, she knew that Inuyasha transformed into a human in some nights when the moon was in a certain position, but they just passed that day a few days ago and it wasn’t even night!
“Yeah” Inuyasha said slowly, he was used to looking like this but Lum was a pureblood ogre and he wasn’t sure how to say this without scaring her off ”I could say the same thing to you”
“What?” Lum was confused, she then instantly went to touch her horns, she didn’t find them, next were her ears, they’re also different and finally her fangs weren’t there either as she touched her teeth slowly.
Lum then looked at the mirror and gasped, the reflection couldn’t be her! A human girl with black hair and pale blue eyes looked back at her, it was her reflection, she made expressions to confirm that the reflection was her, and it really was her!
Lum touched her face, still in shock.
“Oi, Lum!” Inuyasha moved her shoulder, this was bad.
“Lum!” Miss Oozuno said going towards Lum, her worried tone was evident as she saw that Lum didn’t respond.
“Interesting, so this mirror makes the youkais turn humans” Cherry said looking at the mirror surprised ”this is amazing don’t you think niece?”
“You fuc-“
“UNCLE, YOU DON’T SEE WHAT YOU JUST DID?!”
“What?”Cherry said taken back by the shouts of his niece” they will be fine, it was just bad luck”
“YOU’RE THE BAD LUCK, I EXPLICITLY SAID TO NOT SHOW THEM THIS ONE!”
“You said that?” Cherry felt a bit guilty now.
“I DID AND WHAT DID YOU DO?” Miss Oozuno took the mirror from cherry’s hands and hold cherry’s clothes from the back, she carried him to the open door, he let him down and hit him with her leg strong enough to make him fly to another neighborhood.
Inuyasha was surprised to see that and felt more respect for the priestess; the damn old man deserved it.
“I can’t use my electricity” Lum said staring at her hands and Inuyasha looked at her again, she looked so vulnerable in this state” and I probably can’t fly either”
Miss Oozuno told them that there was an opportunity to revert back to what they were thanks to some manuscripts; in a night of the new moon they needed to see their reflection before the morning came.
They called Ataru and Kagome to meet them at the Higurashi temple and they told them everything that happened.
Inuyasha and Lum excused themselves for the Oozuno residence while Miss Oozuno still apologized; they told to her to not worry and that they will come back to break this curse.
As they walked Lum felt different as she hugged herself, she felt vulnerable, she couldn’t use her powers to defend herself if the situation needed it and she couldn’t fly either, the electricity aura that always makes her secure and warm wasn’t there, making her feel naked.
Inuyasha noticed right away that she felt uncomfortable and the looks some men were giving her wasn’t helping either, he took his haori off and put in on her shoulders.
“You should wear it, since it’s cold now” Inuyasha said with a soft tone.
“But…”
“Don’t worry, you can put it on yourself, you can do it in that part between the buildings, I will guard”
Lum nodded and went in the closest alley, Inuyasha was on guard until he saw her walking off, how she could make his haori to something she looked decent with it was incredible to him, that was enough proof to him that she was friends with the girl he loved, she had the same sense of style.
“Keh, not bad”
“Thanks, Inu-chan” Lum gave him a smile, feeling more relaxed and secure.
Then he gave her his arm and she hesitantly took it, Inuyasha wasn’t strong in this form but at least he was still stronger than her, so he could protect her.
“Inu-chan, is it okay to walk together like this?” Lum said while looking at him” People could misunderstand”
“Moron, have you seen yourself?” Inuyasha said” We already looked related and now, being all human and with the same hair we actually look like we came from the same mother”
“Really?!” Lum said excited, she always liked it when people said to them that they looked like brother and sister, after all she looked at him as her stubborn but good big brother.
Inuyasha always treated the oni girl like his sister, it was when he was with her his parental side shined through, maybe it was because they personalities’ and looks were similar, but he didn’t mind people confusing them as siblings.
“Hey beautiful, let’s ditch your big brother and have some real fun” a guy with a cap and street clothes came closer to them, Lum held his arm tighter.
“Nah, My sister has better tastes and more important things to do than losing time with bastards like you” Inuyasha almost hissed.
“Oh, I was suspecting why both of you looked so similar, so you’re brothers” The guy said still looking at Lum” Man, your sister looks finer than wine”
Inuyasha was losing it.
“You should leave your brother and be my girlfriend, I can teach you new things” his tone made her shiver in the wrong way, the guy remembered her of Megane.
“Listen, Man” Inuyasha said holding the collar of his clothes, raising him up the floor” My sister has already a boyfriend, who is miles better than you”
And with that he threw the guy to the wall, satisfaction filling his body, at least he was stronger than normal humans.
Ataru wasn’t prepared for what he saw.
Lum was different, her beautiful aquamarine hair was replaced with a pretty black hair, and her electrifying Aquamarine eyes were now a cute blue.
She looked so shy and vulnerable, he couldn’t contain the urge to hug her when she came closer to him, he will definitely thank Inuyasha the whole night for protecting her in this state, she looked so out of place and boy did that make him overprotective.
#rumic world#Rumic youkai siblings#Inuyasha#Lum#rumic world writtings#rumic youkai sibilings#Maybe there will be part 2?
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First Lines Meme
yooo, thanks for tagging me @piromantic!
any mutuals/followers who write fic, feel free to do this meme and say i tagged you!
Rules: List the first line of the last 10 fics you’ve posted.
I didn’t think I even had at least 10 posted fics until I went back through my fanfic tag and realized I had written a ton of one-shots back when I was still a freshman in college that I completely forgot about until now, lol.
1. The sky was a breathtaking mosaic of lavender, pink, red, and orange all swirled together.
(From my first ever fic Forgotten, which is aptly named since it’s a really old Bleach fic I have yet to fully revamp and kinda left semi-abandoned since about 2014 lmao)
2. She fell to the floor in a heap, shivering from the icy temperature in the nearly empty room and her lack of clothes.
(From A Frozen Requiem, another old semi-abandoned Bleach fic that I wanna revamp because my teenage writing style was so ugly. Also my first canon character x OC story lol so lame)
3. "It's a peaceful afternoon in our city," the Narrator announced in his usual way.
(From Something Hidden, the only multi-chapter fic I’ve ever managed to finish so far. There are better opening chapter lines in this fic, tbh.)
4. "Another relaxing day begins as Tobey and his mother finally get to watch that movie they'd been wanting to watch for a while!" the Narrator began, his voice upbeat.
(From Have You Seen My Robut? Using the Narrator to open a WG fic is a bit of a cop-out for me.)
5. “Hey, do guardian angels even exist?”
(From Guardian Angel, a Satan and Me fic that I honestly forgot I even wrote. Might revamp it a little and post it on FF.net idk)
6. Steven and Connie lay on their beach towels, staring up at the evening sky.
(From First Kiss, an SU one-shot inspired by this list of 100 writing prompts that I didn’t bother to finish lol)
7. Karuta stared at her teacher in a daze as he lectured her about her grades.
(From Final, a random Inu x Boku SS one-shot again inspired by that 100 writing prompts list)
8. She really couldn’t stand his eyes on her, those blue eyes that burned her every time she was in its path.
(From Incandescent, a WG one-shot inspired by a writing ask meme here)
9. Something changed the day she kissed Chat Noir.
(From Irony, which is based on @piromantic‘s WG/ML AU fic. So it’s a fanfic of a fanfic lol)
10. “A gig at the Camden Brownhouse?” Anna repeated.
(From Over the Dub, the super messy and extremely self-indulgent Gorillaz multi-chapter fic I am currently working on. Personally, I like the opening line for Chapter Eighteen of this fic better: “Bowie blared from the jukebox when the world fractured.”)
#im doin this so late aaaaah#but this was fun going back through old fics so thanks for the tag!#my fanfiction#writing meme
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Okay, so you know about Nekos right? Well, Inus are the dog version. So, the reader finds a badly injured Inu!Anti on their doorstep and they take him in and nurse him back to health. They thought he would want to leave after he got better but he instead chooses to stay, now loyal to a fault to the person who was nice enough to take of him in and take care of him when they didn't have to, not used to kind humans. I think he'd be part husky or malamute, or really any dog that resembles a wolf.
Awwww I love Inus!
Hope you enjoy the story! *cough* This does count as a Soft!Anti fic *cough*
(Although as a warning this story will mention past abuse)
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Of all the sounds you’d expect to hear on a quiet Friday night…one of them certainly wasn’t the sound of scratching at your door.
Confused, you got up from the sofa and made your way over to it, checking through the window on the side, although all you could see was the tail of what appeared to be a husky, slightly ripped and matted with blood.
‘Is…this dog hurt?’ Your eyes widened in alarm.
No matter if somebody owned it or not, you couldn’t leave the poor thing out there by itself.
So you opened the door, only to freeze as you realize that it wasn’t a dog, but rather….a man that had dog features?
At first you thought it was some weirdo in a cosplay that was on drugs, although when he heard you gasp, his ears automatically perked up, and you could see that it wasn’t some headband.
They were real husky ears.
But then you saw that his arms were littered in yellow and purple bruises, some of which didn’t seem to come from accidents. When he raised his head up, you could see some kind of scar on his throat, blood smeared all over his neck and palms.
“H-H-Help..me..” He whimpered softly, his nails digging into the cracks on your doorsteps. “I..d-don’t wanna die out here..”
After hearing him speak, you returned to your senses and helped him off the ground. “Don’t worry. I won’t let that happen. C’mon.” Then you led the stranger inside, shutting the door behind you.
……..
“So…what’s your name, buddy?” You asked, sighing softly as you scrubbed the man’s tail, trying to clean off the sticky blood.
When you brought him in, you weren’t sure why, but you had a feeling that he would need a warm bath…even though this was a total stranger who was around the same age as you.
Then again he seemed to be freezing to death outside, and you just thought this would be the best way to help him before he caught hypothermia.
“A-Anti,” he mumbled shyly, gazing down at the foamy bubbles covering the entire surface of the water. “But..M-Master calls me “demon” o-or ”freak” or..Anthony when we’re i-in public. Ye can call me whatever ya like.”
You frowned slightly. So this guy had an owner who called him hurtful names…and you wondered if it was the same person who gave him those bruises and that scar.
But that’s something you’ll ask him later.
“I like the name Anti.” Your smile returned as you gently set his tail back into the water. “So are you..suppose to be like a werewolf or-?”
“A-An Inu.”
You blinked in surprise. You’ve heard about Nekos and Inus before in the world of anime and Japanese mythology. And here you were taking care of one.
“I-I’m sorry for interrupting ya! I-I didn’t.. mean to…”
Hearing a whimper, you saw Anti’s eyes watering up. “Hey..it’s okay,” you reassured him. “I was just..in shock that you’re an actual Inu. I’ve only ever heard about them in stories. So it’s awesome to see one in person.”
His eyes widened slightly. “Ya think I’m…awesome? But…” Then his ears drooped and he stared at his claws for a moment. “…I’m a freak…Master said-”
“Listen…whatever your master said was wrong.” You moved so that he was looking at you. “You’re not a freak even though you may be different.”
He gazed at you in shock, his bright blue eyes wide. But a tiny smile soon appeared on his face as he nodded in understanding. “Th-Thanks..I..you’re the first human to call me somethin’ nice..”
You smiled back at him, before you got another cloth and began to scrub the blood off his neck and chest, being careful of the scar. “You want me to bandage up that scar for you?”
“I-If…it’s no trouble..I’d appreciate it..”…
……
While you waited for Anti to get changed, you sat on the sofa and watched some news.
About five minutes later you heard the shuffling of feet and looked to see him enter the living room, wearing a clean black shirt and black sweatpants you offered him. Of course you had to cut a hole in the pants so that his tail was able to be free.
His tail and ears were dry and fluffy, too, being clean of blood.
You smiled and moved aside, patting the spot next to you in invitation. But you were confused when he just stood there awkwardly. “You can..sit down here if you want.”
“R-Really?” His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the sofa. “But…M-Master never lets me sit on the furniture. My fur gets everywhere..a-and-”
“Anti. Your master isn’t here,” you frowned. “I don’t mind if any fur gets on the couch. It’s okay.”
After some hesitation, he walked over and sat down beside you, his tail immediately flopping onto his lap. With a tiny sigh, he slowly sat back and gazed at the T.V.
For a while, neither of you said anything. But then you glanced over at him, seeing him smile at a cute story on a rescued dog that the news program was covering. His tail wagged ever so slightly, which you thought was adorable.
Overall, though, he looked a lot better now that you gave him a bath and took care of his wounds. His bruises remained, although you knew that they’ll be there for quite some time.
However, there was a thought that was nagging at you. Even though he looked happy here, you didn’t want him to feel like he was being kept prisoner.
“You know..” Anti jumped a bit as you spoke, looking over at you. “You… don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. In the morning I can make us breakfast, and then you can-”
“I wanna stay..”
You blinked in surprise, but before you could say anything, he continued.
“..y-ya took me in and took care of me when ya didn’t have to,” he mumbled, turning to face you fully. “I-I use to think..humans were always cruel….u-until I met ya and ya showed me more love a-and care than my..old master ever did. And for that I’m..eternally grateful a-and all I can offer to ya is..my undying loyalty. I promise I-I’ll be good to ya. I promise I w-won’t get in the way…o-or..”
You could tell from his watering eyes that he wanted to cry. So you shifted closer to him, and wrapped your arms around him, being mindful of his bruises, allowing him to lean against you.
He whimpered as you then kissed his forehead, before tears finally streamed down his cheeks.
Pressing his face into your chest, he sobbed softly into your shirt, clinging to you and not wanting to let go. You simply stroked his hair and ears, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay, and that he was safe.
“M-My..old master..h-he..”
You fell silent, your heart pounding as you waited for what he was about to say about his former owner.
“..he tried to..s-slit my throat w-with a knife when I-I told him I was gonna run away. He wanted to silence me so I could..j-just follow his dumb orders without question. I-I escaped but..I-I was so scared that I was gonna die..”
“But you didn’t,” you told him softly. “You escaped him and showed him who was boss. I’m so proud of you for standing up for yourself, Anti.”
Although you couldn’t see it, the Inu was smiling, hiccuping as he nuzzled into your chest. Your simple, encouraging words made him feel a lot better.
After some time, his sobs died down into sniffles, and he looked up at you, then at your damp shirt. “I-I’m sorry for ruinin’ your shirt, Master..”
“It’s okay, bud,” you smiled, rubbing his back. “You don’t have to call me “Master”. Considering we’re about the same age it sounds kinda….weird. Just call me [y/n].”
He nodded in understanding, relaxing a little as he laid his head on your chest again, this time looking at the T.V.
You then decided to scratch behind his ears just a bit, and your smile grew as you saw his tail wagging even faster.
A soft sigh escaped your lips. This guy was such a sweetheart. How could anyone in their right mind want to harm him? Let alone say anything cruel to him?
Once you stopped, you heard him yawn. “You must be tired, huh?”
“Mhm,” he nodded once more. “C-Can I…stay here with ya?”
“Sure.” You chuckled, reaching up to grab the blanket that was on the sofa, before you brought it down so that it covered both of you.
Adjusting your positions, you laid down with Anti on top of you. You turned off the T.V and held him close, still stroking his hair. “Is this fine?”
“Yeah..th-thank ya so much, Mas…. [y/n].”
“Of course, Anti.” You kissed the top of his head, before you turned off the lamplight. “Sweet dreams.”
“G’night.”
Soon enough you both drifted off to sleep, ensuring that the Inu was safe in your arms, and that he had nothing to be afraid of anymore.
Because you were going to show him the love and care he needs and deserves.
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