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lazycats-stuff · 11 months

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141 TF x male reader

This is the continuation to this oneshot. It's mostly fluff and kind of dates with the guys. It's probably going to be over 2k too, so just get prepared.

Summary: The TF is ready to work together in order to date (Y/N).

Warnings: Fluff, cute dates, just cuteness overall, author may have procrastinated and just took sweet time writings and then rushing at 11:30 pm and is tired...

And yes, another Ghost gif. I love this man too much....

After about 3 days of deciding on how to approach (Y/N), they just decided to talk to him in his room. And they all wanted to see the little kitten. Price knocked on his door, the other 3 members were behind him. For the first time in a long time, they were nervous.

And they were military men.

(Y/N) opened the door, smiling at the sight of the men. "Hey guys. What's up? "

" Can we talk to you? " John asked, anxiety building up.

" Sure. " (Y/N) said, stepping aside to let the men in. All of them went straight to the little kitten, giving it a pet or a scratch, then sitting down somewhere in the room.

" What is it that you guys wanted to talk about? " (Y/N) asked, sitting down at chair close to his desk.

Everyone glanced at Price. (Y/N)'s eyes went to Price's.

" Okay, now I'm nervous. Is it bad news or- ? " (Y/N) asked, confused and anxious.

" No, no, no. " Price said, calming the man down. " It's just... All of us find you attractive. " Price started, watching (Y/N)'s cheeks getting red. Wow.

" And we have all... Got feelings for you. And that's what we are here to talk about. We wanted to ask you to date you. All four of us. " Price said, watching (Y/N)'s face. It was red and he seemed flustered.

" Okay, um... Are you sure? I mean, dating somebody who doesn't know who he is or knows what he likes? " (Y/N) said softly, looking down at his lap.

" We know what we are getting into, if you decide to date us. Do you really think that we won't take that into consideration? We don't want to date you for your looks, we want you for you. " Gaz said from the bed, gently patting the cat.

(Y/N) took it all in. He didn't think he was attractive to the point of attracting 4 guys, whom he assumed were straight. And they want to date him, despite the amnesia and the incomplete memory and not knowing what he likes or dislikes?

" You don't have to tell us now, you can tell us later. " Price said, standing up.

" No, I... Okay, I want to just say this. I am interested in dating you guys, but... I have to say this. I want to be taken out on a date first. Individually. Also, I think that my love language is physical touch... Okay, that's not the point now. Don't go overboard too, please. "

The boys nodded, smiling. Ghost's soft smile was hidden by his balaclava, but (Y/N) could see the wrinkles around his eyes. He should really smile more.

" Okay, tomorrow one of us will take you out on a date. Do you want tell us which one or do you want us to surprise you? " Price asked.

" You can surprise me. It's more fun that way. " (Y/N) said laughing.

Price had to admit, he was right.

" We will let you know who will take you out tomorrow. Now we need to talk amongst each other. So, we will leave you alone now. "

Price said and all of them shuffled out of the room. (Y/N) smiled, moving to lay down on the bed next to his kitten.

" Hey you. You might have more dads in the future. "

The cat meowed, purring and nuzzling against (Y/N)'s hand. " You do like that? Who would be your favorite? Maybe Ghost? He does seem like that type. " (Y/N) said to the little kitten. Kitten kept on purring, making (Y/N) doze off.

It was decided that Ghost was going to take him out on a first date. Ghost wanted to do it in the base, not wanting the people to look at him weird because of his mask.

So what did Ghost decide to do?

A movie night in their living room. He made a little pillow fort and with a few tries made popcorn and some chocolate muffins to soothe the sweet tooth, should (Y/N) have it.

(Y/N) came around 8, just like they agreed on. He was wearing comfortable sweatpants and one of Ghost's shirts that he has borrowed from Ghost.

" Pillow fort? " (Y/N) asked, getting into it immediately.

" Is it bad? " Ghost asked (Y/N), afraid that it was wrong.

" No, quite the opposite. I like it. Come on, I need my heater. "

Ghost raised his eyebrows. Heater? " A heater? "

" Yes, you are very warm. Now come on. " (Y/N) said, patting the spot next to him.

Ghost huffed, but complied none the less. (Y/N) laid down on Ghost's chest, getting himself comfortable. Ghost wrapped his arm around (Y/N) and turned on the movie.

" (Y/N)? "

" Mhm? "

" Do you want me to take of my mask? "

(Y/N) lifted his head up. " Only if you are comfortable. I don't want you to do something that you are not comfortable. "

Ghost nodded. Most of the people would ask him to take it off, but not (Y/N).

" Okay. Popcorn? " Ghost asked, taking the bowl and offering it to (Y/N).

" Sure. "

Next evening, it was Price's turn to take him out. Price was a bit more old fashioned, so he was going to take (Y/N) out of the base, seeing how he didn't like being in the base so long. The plan was to take him to the cinema and afterwards to a diner.

Price waited for (Y/N) by the car, in civilian clothes. It has been a while since he got a chance to go out like this, carefree and just in civilian way.

He looked up from his watch to see (Y/N) walking towards the car. Price smiled, pulling (Y/N) into a hug. (Y/N) smiled too, before hugging Price back.

" You look stunning. " Price said to (Y/N) after letting go.

(Y/N) blushed and complimented Price too. Price led him to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for him. (Y/N) thanked him and sat into the seat.

Price closed the door, moving to the driver's side. He got in and started the car.

" Where are we going? " (Y/N) asked Price.

" That is a surprise darling. " Price said, patting his thigh.

" Really? " (Y/N) asked Price.

" Yes. I wanted to surprise you. "

(Y/N) just intertwined his fingers with John's and turned his head to look at the window. Their intertwined fingers were laying in the middle, next to the what (Y/N) called the stick. John parked near the cinema, turning the car off, forcing the two to release their hands to step out. Once they were out, they took their hands again.

" Is that the cinema? "

" Yes. I thought that you would like to go off base. You looked like you were couped up in the base. "

" You are right, I was couped up. As much as I love the base and the wonders that the it provides, you can feel couped up and like you are in jail. " (Y/N) said, using his free arm to gesture.

" Well, I can't say that, but for someone like you with memory loss... I can understand that. " John said, looking at (Y/N) with so much love in his eyes that he would have that his eyes turned to hearts.

" What are we going to watch? "

John just smiled at him. (Y/N) huffed. Another surprise it seems.

" And what are we going to afterwards? "

" That, my love, is another surprise. "

(Y/N) leaned in and gave John a kiss on the cheek. Price put his arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders, pulling him even closer.

Next up was Gaz. He also decided to take (Y/N) out of the base, but not to the cinema and the diner, but instead to a picnic. It was a nice sunny day today in London, so why not take advantage of it? Gaz has prepared everything that he thought that (Y/N) would like.

Which consisted of some sandwiches, chips that he liked, some fruit and some chocolates. And the drinks? There was of course water and some juices that (Y/N) had said that he liked.

And that's why Gaz and (Y/N) were in the park, in the shade, just enjoying the weather. Gaz opened the container with sliced apples. He offered some to (Y/N), who gladly took it. It was a green apple, since (Y/N) preferred sour apples rather than the sweet ones.

" So, how do you like it? "

" It's nice Gaz. "

" And how do you like the base? " Gaz prompted, watching (Y/N).

" I like it, but I wish that I could do something more than just stay in my room or just move around to the gym, shooting range and others... I just feel like I'm mooching, you know? "(Y/N) said, fiddling with his hands.

" Maybe you could talk about Price about working on the base? Maybe you could work with recruits or something like that. And you are not mooching off of anybody or anything. You are a SAS. Once a SAS, always an SAS. "

(Y/N) nodded, moving closer to Gaz. He took (Y/N)'s hand and kissed it.

" Thanks, I just... I guess I got into my head way too much. "

" Don't apologize for that love. " Gaz said, kissing the side of (Y/N)'s head.

" Now, lets enjoy this great weather. " (Y/N) said, smiling and making himself cozy on the blanket.

And Soap was last and he often says that they have saved the best for last. (Y/N) didn't know how to feel. The Scot was the most energetic person that (Y/N) had encountered in the entire base. He doesn't know where Johnny gets all of that energy.

" Johnny, where are we going? "

" Are you afraid? " The Scot said, smirking as he led him into the building.

" I mean, you are the most energetic person I have encountered on the base. I don't know how you can be so energetic. "

" Well, that is not important question now. You are important now. "

(Y/N) sighed as they got into the junkyard, filled with cars. What the actual hell?

" Okay, so, we have it for about hour and a half. " Johnny said, handing him gloves and the protective glasses. " So, we need to make the best out of it. "

" Okay, so we are going to smash cars? "

" Not just smash. I am going to make a few explosions too, just for you. "

(Y/N) laughed and grabbed the hammer and allowed Johnny to put the safety glasses on. He put the big hammer over his head and smashed the car away.

(Y/N) and Johnny were laughing away and (Y/N) was fascinated by the explosions.

After those dates, (Y/N) now had four boyfriends and his kitten whom he named Ghost, because the cat was quiet and sometimes scared the shit out of him, got four cat dads, which meant a lot of cuddles.

(Y/N) also started working at the base, finally feeling useful and not like he was mooching. He worked in the infirmary where he recovered and was there studying more about medicine.

And the boys got more excuses to visit him. (Y/N) might kill them one day because of the constant, intentional way. But he wouldn't change it for the world.

#modern warfare x you #soap mw2 #soap x male reader #ghost x male reader #simon riley x male reader #ghost mw2 #call of duty x male reader #call of duty 2022

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elvestoneanzelote1 · 3 months

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Could I request a Yandere! Chuuya x Reader, who’s like the Port Mafia’s maid or cleaner, and they’re very obsessed with cleaning and seemingly enjoy cleaning up after the PM members. Although many find them weird and downright terrifying, Chuuya has developed a sort of bond with them.

Whether it’s platonic or romantic, is up to you.

A:n- thank you so much for the request!

It is yandere Chuuya Nakahara x fem reader.

Y/n have a habit of cleaning around or even tidy people mess up stuffs.

Cleaning has always been your habit. Some may assume you are... Too much but you can't help it.

The question is how you met Chuuya.

It was either he was downright drunk on the table with wines and you happened to clean up his mess when he throw up.

You either help him up to his room or perhaps a colleague was sent for it.

That wasn't the first time he was shock to see himself on his own office.

Later on time when he is not too drunk he talk to you as you often busy yourself cleaning around.

And he happens to be around.

to be honest he enjoy accompanying you.

And you happen to like his company back.

Why?

Cause he lifts the heavy stuff like couches Refrigerators and sorts which makes your work easier.

He kinda wonders why you like cleaning perhaps you like it or... you are too... Perfectionist.

You are just a cleaner doing your job.

But he often offers to drop you home as it was late night since your shift gets over.

And the fact you both did become close.

Other time he get annoyed as he want to talk to you yet you walking around cleaning like its within your breath for it to be spotless.

He even scolds the other members for stepping on the mop floor while it didn't got dry yet.

He often try to be clean and tidy as he often felt your gaze and your sudden hand touch his hair or collar to tidy him up.

He felt... Weird.

But also enjoy the attention you give.

So he surely does miss a spot for you to do it.

He really like when you are the one doing his neck tie.

Its like you both are married of sort.

But that have to come to an end.

Since you suddenly have to quit your job.

Confuse on why he ask boss.

He was beyond annoyed by your parents..

You are getting married?

Why was he not told...

Instead maybe even for you was a surprise.

He surely wanted to crash the wedding but he have to be careful on taking care of it.

He can't just tarnish the Port Mafia name to destroy a wedding.

But don't worry.

He will bring you... Back.. And everything will be normal again. Minus you having parents.

And he will take care of you.

Do not worry. After all... He will be the one making the mess while you clean it for him.

So all he can do is... To make a mess for your wedding to break.

And you will soon be with him.

In one way or other.

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It can be two ways.

If you agree:

*- Things will be better if you agree to reject the marriage he will take care of your parents if they are too persistent he will kill them if not he will spare them.

*- he will make sure you are been taken care well. He will even bring small gifts and all.

*- Consider drunk cuddles or even some private hugs or kiss on the forehead.

*- he doesn't want to rush things for you after all.

*- and he enjoy the sweet scolding of yours when he make a mess on his office room.

*- he will be the only one to drop you off the job time. But he can't he will sent a trustful driver for it.

But... If you do not and seems happy in the marriage:

*- he will be annoyed.

*- where you just playing with his heart and run away as soon as you found someone you like?

*- He was beyond in anger.

*- it can lead to rushing things or him taking small step to destroy everything around (by the concept of Kouyou).

*I can see Chuuya about to do the first option but Kouyou advised changing it for him.

*- you will either be kidnapped if you are too stubborn to submit even after you lost everyone or...

*- you run into his arms.

*- oh how much he will make you realise you need him as much as he does.

*- no one can bear your tantrum and scoldings about cleaning like he does.

*- no one will help you around the house lift furniture so that you could do the corners once a week!

*- so you better pay him up by been with him alright!

A:n- that's all! Good day/night to all

#yandere bsd #bsd #yandere bsd x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #yandere chuuya x fem reader #yandere chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #yandere chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuya #bungou stray dogs x reader

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highpri3stess · 1 year

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Deadly Affairs: Bonten x Reader, mikey x reader

chapter 1: in the beginning

pairing: bonten x bonten member! reader, manjiro 'mikey' sano x reader (main)

chapter warning: DARK CONTENT, NSFW, DUBCON, bonten timeline, fem reader, power imbalance, implied torture, flashing, alcohol/drug use, slight manipulation, drunk sex, public sex, fingering (f. recieving), virginity loss (reader), unprotected sex (creampie), rough sex, dirty talk, use of sir, degradation, slut shaming. (implied sanzu x reader). minors dni

summary: what better way to end your birthday night than to fuck your boss in his car?

word count: 4.4k words

BONTEN, one of the most dangerous organizations that has ever arisen from Japan and possibly, the world. Led by men born from the era of brutality, Japan had never seen such a business successful with covering the tracks of organized crime as much as BONTEN has.

Despite the brutal murders, torture chambers, human and drug trafficking and even bodies found with teeth missing and finger prints skinned off, the police could never completely trace it back to BONTEN. They knew it would have something to do with such a deadly corporation, but as far as the higher ups and Japan's government were concerned, they were just business men with the usual ethical issues.

Anyone who tries to dig in too deep will face Bonten's hammer of judgment.

It's the life you've grown accustomed to for a while ever since Kokonoi had picked you up from the street.

Poverty made you sell your morals to the devil in the designers before you could regret it; Bonten sponsored your university course in accounting, trained you how to use a gun and taught you how important you were to them. Their best asset, worthy enough to join them as executives and rule Japan with an iron fist.

That is, if you'll ever get promoted to an executive after all the years of waiting.

"When is my flight for Makarti scheduled?"

You break out of your thoughts and raise your head to meet the dark eyes of the man sitting in front of you with his head down, Hajime Kokonoi, the man who took you out of the gutters to become his personal assistant who helped with calculations, estimates and other errands.

"It's supposed to be by twelve," you say, preparing yourself for his complaint as you explain the situation. "But your private jet needs a few maintenance checks before it's ready for your flight, so I had to shift it to two pm."

You waited for him to say anything to berate you for not doing the maintenance checks yesterday like he told you to, but instead he kept his head on the work he was doing and brushed it off. "That's good, I have some meetings to attend to anyways, so I can avoid having extra work when I return. Also, you've gotten my suits from the dry cleaners?"

"Yes sir."

"And you've sent a message to Mochizuki and Kakucho about the change in flight times?"

"Yes sir."

The room falls silent, save for the noise coming from Kokonoi's fingers typing away on his laptop. You tap your feet lightly, waiting for either his next question or for him to dismiss you until he raises his head to look at you with confusion and annoyance written all over his features.

"Yes?" He stops typing to pay complete attention to you. "What are you still doing here?"

"Sorry sir" you immediately stand up from the chair with your bags and scramble for the door in haste, adjusting your dress that had ridden up to your thigh. The last thing you wanted was for him to scold you again with disapproving eyes glaring down on you. Hajime Kokonoi was very hard to please and easy to anger, you could never tell when his switch would flip and you don't like being around whenever it did.

You don't see the way Kokonoi's eyes rest on the curve of your ass strained against the office skirt you had worn today, before looking down your legs as you struggled to open his large office doors.

"Wait."

You stop halfway, leaving the door half-open as you turn to the man sitting some feet away from you. Kokonoi rests his angular jaw on his intertwined fingers before clearing his throat. "I just remembered that you would be joining Manjiro, Haruchiyo and Takeomi for a meeting tonight."

You feel the blood in your veins turn cold as you process Kokonoi's words, your fingers curl around the door handle tighter than before, anchoring you to the ground and keeping you from stumbling at the news. Kokonoi doesn't miss the way your face turns sour at the news he had broken, and frankly, he can't exactly blame you for your reaction. The top three executives are frightening, even more brutal than he himself was, especially when it came to you.

"I'm giving you the rest of the day off to prepare." He goes back to his laptop screen and keeps working on the audit he was doing before. The world of the yakuza cares for no man, and if you despise someone, either you kill them or you stick to them like glue. "Someone will come get you by 7pm so be ready by then. You can go now."

The room goes quiet again. Kokonoi can feel your questioning glare asking him why he would break his promise of not letting those men come near you, again.

"Yes sir."

You stomp out of the room angrily and the door slams shut after you, leaving Kokonoi all by himself to keep doing his work. He had to admit, the head on top of your shoulders wasn't just for decoration, you actually do know how to use it.

You knew better than to ask him questions.

THE noise from the club was deafening the moment you stepped into the place.

Once upon a time, Ran had told you he and his brother used to rule this place with an iron fist, before finding a much smarter way to make everyone submit to them. Now, practically all the clubs littered around Japan, including this one Manjiro Sano had decided to be the venue of the meeting, belong to them in Bonten's name.

Dressed in a sequined two piece cream top and skirt paired with heels, you certainly turned heads with your looks. You could hear whispers of men and women asking about who you were, seeing as you walked up to the V.I.P area with an air of confidence, somewhere only known Bonten members, business partners of Bonten or unlucky women foolish enough to entertain any executive were allowed to enter.

As expected, the guards in charge stopped you in your tracks. You could practically feel the predatory gazes of the men aimed at your choice of clothes, oozing lust, before flickering into disapproval at how you were dressed.

"V.I.Ps only."

His tone was condescending for someone that stares at you like a piece of meat, although it was nothing new to you when it came to the men in Bonten. You don't pay mind to his attitude, instead lifting up your skirt partially to reveal the Bonten tattoo on your inner thigh. You could see his eyes practically entranced by the flesh of your thighs and the panties peeking through the skirt, greedily absorbing the details of every inch of skin as you lowered your skirt down.

You blame Kokonoi for letting you go through with that idea. Flashing people to reveal your tattoo isn't exactly ideal for you.

"Can I go in now?" You say and without waiting for them to finish, you push past them and got into the entrance to the V.I.P lounge.

IF you had a nickel for everytime Kokonoi lied to you about something, you would be extremely wealthy by now.

You could see the collection of wine bottles distributed across the tables, each to every individual's taste. Smoke billowed around the area, mixing with the scent of weed and alcohol. Voluptuous women were strewn on their laps, sides and even at their feet, smiling and pouring drinks, talking loudly or laughing at something they said.

This is not a meeting. This was a private party and you want nothing to do with it.

Haruchiyo, Bonten's number 2, is the first person to notice you awkwardly standing there and staring at the rest of them in horror and shock. His lips break out in a smile aimed at you, calling your (name) loudly and garnering everybody's attention, including Manjiro Sano who looked tired and bored, despite the woman who was sitting on his lap and feeding him. "(Name), the birthday girl is here, come sit down."

'Birthday girl? Does this look like a party I would like to attend? Who planned this?'

You mindlessly walked towards the space Haruchiyo had made between him and Manjiro, and sat there stiffly. You notice Haruchiyo hasn't touched his drinks or drugs at all, as if he was waiting for you to see this madness while he was sober. Electricity runs down your spine as he leaned so close to your ears, lips brushing it lightly to whisper; "So, do you like it? Boss said I could plan it however I wanted since Kokonoi wasn't around and you weren't answering my calls."

So that's why he was calling you.

You wanted to slap yourself across the face. This was a situation you could have avoided.

You glance briefly at Manjiro who was following (or trying to) a conversation the chatty escort he had hired had started. Your gazes meet briefly and you shyly avert your eyes away back to your lap.

Of course it was him that gave Haruchiyo the reins to host this party. Who else could do something like this?

You sigh weakly and turn to Haruchiyo, who was still waiting for your answer with a huge expectant grin on his lips. It wasn't like you could tell him the truth about how this party felt like it was for the men of Bonten and not for you.

"It's um…" you forced a smile at him before you continued lying. "... nice. Thank you sir."

A sigh of relief escapes your lips when his grin widens. You feel his arm drape over your shoulders, drawing you closer to his body. He dips his head into the crook of your neck, hot breath dancing along your body as he whispers in your ear again.

"Anything for you princess."

You sit frozen when he pulls away from you and goes back to the escort he was chatting with as if he didn't just make your heart race. You didn't get to think about it for long when a wine glass is put right in front of your face. Manjiro does not look at you as he shakes the wine glass in your face and you take it from him, trying to ignore the electricity running through your fingertips that brushed his.

"Thank you sir."

"Try to relax." His voice is low enough for only you to hear him speak. Your body grows hotter when he turns his gaze completely on your body, slowly scanning your attire for the evening before focusing on your face again. "We're not punishing you this time."

You nod quickly, making a huge effort to keep the glass in your shaking hands. Being so close to Manjiro Sano and Haruchiyo Akashi proved to be more difficult than it should have been. Was it the fear that had been instilled into you by these men themselves?

Or was it the fact that you were surrounded by the constant reminders of your twisted sexual fantasies?

"A toast, to the birthday girl!" Ran's loud voice brings you out of your thoughts and you absent mindedly raise your glass up into the air. Whatever it is you feel about them doesn't matter, you couldn't afford to get anymore involved with Bonten beyond office contact.

"To life and a fatter ass!"

You don't notice Manjiro watching you as you scowl before faking a laugh and repeating. "To life and a fatter ass."

"YOU didn't like the party."

You don't say anything in response, with the light hum of the car's engine serving as the only sound in the vehicle and opting to look out of the window instead, watching the cars drive past yours. Of course it's a no-brainer that you absolutely hated everything tonight, hell even your mood has been sour throughout to the point Manjiro Sano noticed and offered to take you home early when you said you were tired.

He sighs after a while, now looking out of his own window to distract himself from the way your skirt rode up to reveal the flesh of your thighs. "I'm sure Haruchiyo tried his best given how he is with you."

Something in you snaps at that moment and you face him with annoyance in your eyes. You were just about done with the way he kept digging the knife deeper into your gut. "I had plans for the evening Mr. Sano." You put it bluntly, not caring if he took offence to your words or just ignored you completely. "I did not ask for anything. I'm beginning to think you do this to make me miserable."

Your frown only deepens when you hear him chuckle quietly before turning around to face you with a curious look written all over his face. Somehow, seeing you upset made you cuter in his eyes; You always looked so vulnerable in times like these, whether you're walking on eggshells around him or outright being ungrateful to him. Maybe it's the alcohol giving you an extra boost to speak your mind, and he'll allow it for now because he wants to hear what you have to say.

It won't go unpunished though.

"What were the plans you had for this evening?"

Manjiro doesn't miss the way your face contorts slightly into an uncomfortable smile. It's not like he didn't know anyways, he had overheard your discussion with his assistant about what you wanted to do about two weeks ago and it was what made him call Haruchiyo to plan the most disastrous party ever to stop you from going ahead with your plan.

"It's nothing, never min-"

"I know you wanted to hook up with some idiot you met, don't play coy with me."

You swallowed hard at his harsh tone, flickering your eyes anywhere but his face. The ridiculous last minute party made sense now that he had ripped the band aid off. Manjiro must have heard of your plans to hook up with someone you had met, since Kokonoi never let you even breathe in peace or left you alone whenever you wanted to do something.

"Today was my only chance and you ruined it." Your voice cracks slightly as you hiss at him. It was frustrating honestly, the one time you had to yourself without Bonten breathing down your neck, they found a way to make you even more miserable. "I have needs too for god's sake! I have a life outside being your lackey-"

"So you were going to let some lowlife stick his dick into you because you can't keep your legs shut."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

You try to reply to him again but no words come to your head. You can only close your mouth and look at your lap; it's unbelievable that he was berating you for wanting some form of intimacy in your life after being so pent up and going through so much shit. "So what do you expect me to do Mr. Sano?" Your voice is bitter but you didn't care any more at this point. "Ask Kokonoi to fuck me? Or should I go to Ran or Haruchiyo? Or …"

A smile makes its way to your face the moment an idea pops into your mind. You raised your head sharply towards him and jabbed a finger into his broad chest to buttress your point. "Or should I ask you to do it? To corrupt and taint me?"

"Stop that"

"Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Sano? Is that why you hate seeing me with those low-lifes? Is that it?"

"Don't start something you know you can't finish, (name)" it's a stern warning and you know Manjiro Sano isn't just being petty as he usually is, he's getting riled up from your constant taunting. "Or else."

But you don't listen to him. Even though you know from past experience that angering your volatile boss could end up with a bullet embedded in your brain, you push yourself closer to his body until you were flush against him, watching him stiffen as you lowered your lips next to his ear and rested your hand on his muscular thigh. It's obvious you're not thinking straight since you've had a couple of drinks and he's trying to keep that in mind, especially when you begin to trace a line towards his crotch area.

"Or else what, Mr. Sano?"

It happened so fast you could barely comprehend how he had you on your back to the seat with his body hovering over yours. Bleach blond bangs frame his face, highlighting the once empty, soulless eyes into darkened gazes full of lust and greed, hot breath hitting your face. A strong pale veiny hand pin your arms above your head, his knees separating your thighs, your jaw in a bruising grip of his other hand.

"S-sir-"

"A bit too late for that." He cuts you short, before turning his head to the driver of the vehicle. "Stop the car, now."

Your heart thuds loudly against your chest as the driver pulls the car into a dark corner hidden from the streetlights, coming to a stop. Manjiro does not ease up his grip, nor does he stop gazing into your soul as he tells the driver to "get out" in less than polite terms. You can hear the door of the car open and close quietly, along with the faint flicker of a lighter as the man walks away from the car.

With the two of you alone, Manjiro doesn't hesitate to crash your lips against each other in a messy kiss. Your boss wins the battle of dominance almost immediately with the sheer force he uses to force your mouth open with his hand so that he could explore your mouth. Your moans are silenced with each bruising kiss from him, his teeth grazing your lips before his tongue swipes over the marked place, engulfing your mouth with his until your lungs burn for air.

Moans of "sir" escaped your lips in sync with every wet kiss he placed on your face and cheek. Manjiro moves his lips from your lips, to your jaw and then settles onto your neck. The feeling of his teeth grazing your neck has you mewling and leaning into his touch. His hand leaves your jaw and quickly makes its way to your skirt, hiking it up a bit to reveal your panties and the Bonten tattoo on the plush of your inner thigh.

Manjiro pulls away from your neck and you let out an annoyed whine, already craving for his mouth on your neck again. His eyes sizes up the lace panties you had worn, a wet patch forming on it and he begins to trace a finger up and down your slit, teasing you through your panties. You let out a soft "hngh" from your lips as he moves to your clothed clit, rubbing tight circles, sending waves of electricity all over your lower region.

"Don't think 'i'm going easy on you." He mutters whilst pushing your soaked panties aside to reveal your bare cunt. A soft whine escapes your lips as two of his fingers start entering into your tight pussy, forcing its way into your walls until you accommodate the intrusion. "As soon as I'm done stretching out this cunt, I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

You don't get to reply as his fingers begin to move at a pace that has your body trembling.

His fingers curled into you, pumping them in and out of your pussy. A loud moan escapes your lips when his fingers brush that spot, making your eyes roll back and pussy pulse around his fingers. "You like that?" He whispers close to your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin, not letting up his rough finger fucking, curling his fingers even the more that has your legs shaking and the coil in your belly tightening. "Of course you do. You like it so much, look at how you're clenching on my fingers like a needy slut." His tone is mocking and yet, it only seemed to add fire to the flame.

Your body spasms in his hold, breathing fast as a violent orgasm rips through you until it becomes a dull throbbing and your head hangs while trying to catch your breath. Manjiro pulls away from your cunt and kneels upright. You peek through your lashes, watching him impatiently unbuckle his belt with one hand and toss it aside on the floor, followed by him working down the zipper and buttons of his pants, tugging it to his knees along with his boxers to reveal his thick, veiny cock springs free of its confines, drops of pre leaking from it.

He takes his dick in his free hand and smears the tip with pre before lining it up with your hole. A quiet groan escapes your lips as he rubs his length against your glistening pussy gathering all the slick, your heavy breathing matching his own. His grip on your hands above your head tightens, keeping you in place as he positions his tip in front of your entrance.

The pain when he pushes his tip into you is almost unbearable.

Your eyes snapped shut in response and you bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming as he slowly inched into you. "It'll be much easier for the both of us if you relax." He hisses at you, before reaching for your clit and circling it gently, trying to distract you from the pain. "Breathe, relax."

His words were like a mantra and you found yourself taking in a deep breath and letting it out, trying your hardest to relax. Slowly, the pain from being stretched out gave way to feeling so full for the first time until he was buried at the hilt. A groan escapes Manjiro's lips; the feeling of your velvety walls around his hard cock was divine and if he didn't have any ounce of self control he would have cum immediately. His hips experimental rolls against yours and the loud "Manjiro" you let out had his brain short circuiting.

Everything is a blur after that.

His pace is fast, angling himself to your g-spot and abusing it, the whole car shaking with the power of his thrusts. His finger plays with your clit, despite you screaming "too much sir, too much!" in between moans and trying to squirm away from his brutal ministrations.

"Don't run away now, (name), I'm just doing what you want. Look at how well you're doing for a virgin." He says in between pants, thrusting into you even faster. He doesn't miss the whimper escaping your lips as his tip abuses your g-spot repeatedly- in fact it only encourages him to keep up the pace. "You're so obedient, I like this version of you. Might make you my personal slut- shit-"

His balls tighten at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him at that sentence. Seeing him staring down at you condescendingly as he fucks into you hard is shamefully arousing, and your mouth can't help letting out loud moans of pleasure when his fat tip prods against your cunt.

The noises of skin slapping skin from the intensity of his thrusts in the car is obscene and noisy, you're sure the guard standing outside is well aware of what is going on.

He lets go of your clit briefly to put your leg on his broad shoulder, bringing you even closer to him and presses a hot, messy kiss on your lips, his tongue playing with yours again. You answer his kiss with another weak moan, the coil in your belly tighten once again with the urge to snap.

"Pathetic virgin" he laughs against your lips and moves his head to the crook of your neck. His grip tightens on your hand as he holds your trembling body in place. "I would have mistakened you for a slut if you weren't so fucking tight." His hips stutter, before regaining his pace again. He spits out darkly; "Since you're so cock hungry, maybe you should be our personal slut, huh? Bonten's cumrag?"

Maybe it's the alcohol coupled with the intense feeling of pleasure that has your mind completely dumb for him. Maybe it's because he's the one in control of everything as he rolls his hips into you, bringing you closer and closer to edge, his dark eyes clouded with lust and greed peering into yours that had you saying "yes, yes yes yes-" until your second orgasm washes over you, more intensely than the first and knocks you out completely soon after.

He falls over the edge too, pumping loads and loads of cum into you as he bucks into you with a few more thrusts, more than anything he's produced before until he's spent completely. He pulls himself away from your cunt immediately and sits on his heels, dark eyes watching cum leak out of your abused hole and pool down your cunt with interest. Manjiro's eyes flicker up to your face and realize you have passed out.

'It must have been too intense for you, huh.'

He releases your hands above your head, taking note of the finger shaped bruises warpped all over your wrists like a a bracelet and reaches for your bag to take out your wipes. He cleans the cum and specks of blood outside your cunt and tries to dab off the stain on the chair as well before tugging your skirt down and adjusting his pants. Wounding down the window of the car, Manjiro signs the driver outside to come in and he obeys immediately, putting out his cigarette on the concrete wall.

A sigh escapes his lips, in sync with the car engine revving up again. Manjiro's eyes flicker down to your sleeping figure that he's maneuvered to his lap and trails his gaze down to the marks littered all over your jaw and neck. Deft fingers circle around the swelling skin, still lost in thought about how pretty you look with his markings until he gets a rather risky idea.

For you, not for him though.

Manjiro reaches for his phone and angles his camera right onto your sleeping face, taking a picture of you all marked up and pressing the share button. Kokonoi's contact pops up on the screen and he starts to type something before pressing the send button and tossing the phone aside.

"Take us to my house. She'll sleep with me tonight."

_boss is typing…_

_boss: you're right. (name) is good for something other than running away_

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_boss: she's also a good slut_

taglist: @mikeys-bike-slut , @obitohno , @anemptypuddingcup , @happygoluckyalexis , @mastermindenoshimaalicia , @haitaniwhor3 , @iheartamajiki , @pinksilk , @lostsomewhereinthegarden , @bontensbabygirl , @linn-a-a , @leilalago , @ranscutedoll , @lovelygeniegirl1012 , @crackheadwithtoes , @mercyboluthecrazychicken , @k3rrpii , @justanothernpcartist @colombia-chan (sorry it's late 😭)

network: @tokyometronetwork

#bonten x reader #tokyo revengers smut #mikey x reader #mikey x reader smut #bonten x reader smut #bonten mikey smut #bonten mikey #manjiro sano smut

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ihavemanyhusbands · 11 months

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Hi BB 😌 can I get a one shot with Hotch and BAU!Reader where Hotch knows reader is a plant from Strauss and she's been watching the team for months and Hotch hates her and she hates him, but they can admit that they're definitely hot and they fuck? No enemies to lovers, just a good spiteful fuck. ~maybe~ they do it more than once, but there's no love. They don't see the best in each other, just some bomb ass genitals 😂

Heyyyy mamas 😏😏 oh hell fucking yeah!! I need a dose of this rn

(Minors DNI!!!!)

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You knew exactly why you had stayed late in the office, but you still questioned yourself. You watched the members of the BAU trickle out as the clock ticked way past five PM. You’d used paperwork as an excuse to linger, but the truth throbbed between your legs.

It was pathetic, really.

Sure, you were expected to be courteous with the Unit Chief — Aaron Hotchner — and perhaps even cozy up to him to be in his good graces. But you had taken that to the extreme… and not in any sort of conventional way.

The truth was, the two of you couldn’t stand each other. But unfortunately, your bodies reacted completely different to your rational minds. The whole irony of it was pretty maddening.

And so, after weeks of heated glares, snarky remarks, and sexual tension so tangible that it could be sliced with a knife, the two of you finally caved in.

And the worst — or maybe best — part about it?

It wasn’t a one time thing.

In fact, whenever things got especially stressful, you had come to the secret agreement to use each other for some release. No strings attached, much less something romantic. God forbid you became amicable.

So, when the last of the stragglers clocked out for the day, you headed to Hotch’s office. You knocked on the door as a courtesy, subsequently hearing his rumbling ‘come in.’

You shut the door behind you as you stepped in, crossing your arms over your chest. Hotch sighed heavily, leaning his elbows on his desk and giving you a stern look.

“You know, you were a real pain in the ass today,” he said. “Did you really have to be so relentless in front of the team?”

You shrugged, smiling slyly. “I just know how to get what I want. Can you blame me?”

He stood up from his desk, shoving his hands in his pockets and approaching you slowly.

“And what exactly is it that you want?” He asked, his dark eyes roaming all over you.

You reached up to undo the first couple of buttons of your shirt, back pressed against the wall as he came even closer.

“Aren’t you a profiler, Agent Hotchner? I’m sure you can figure it out.”

He scoffed, only half amused. “Why don’t you enlighten me instead?”

You reached for his tie now, toying with it for a moment before tugging him towards you. You tilted your chin up, staring directly into his eyes, your lips a hair’s breadth apart.

“I want you to fuck me hard against the wall until you forget why you were so mad in the first place.”

His throat worked as he swallowed hard, but then he grabbed your arm, maneuvering you. “Turn around.”

You complied with a small, triumphant smile. You undid your pants, but before you could push them down, he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned your hands behind your back.

“Allow me,” he said sardonically, lightly kicking your legs apart.

He pressed your front against the wall and used his free hand to yank your pants and underwear down.

You bit your lower lip as he brought a hand down to your cunt, chuckling darkly at what he found.

“So wet for someone you hate, huh?” He taunted, his deft fingers still teasing your slit. “How does that work?”

“Don’t act like your cock’s not throbbing in your pants right now,” you countered. “I know you’ve been wanting this all day, too.”

Your body jerked as he delivered a sharp spank to your ass.

“You seem awful sure of yourself,” he said. “Maybe I shouldn’t give it to you. That’ll really teach you a lesson.”

You bared your teeth in frustration to his teasing, glaring at him from your periphery.

“Bite me, Hotchner.”

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Still, you head the soft growl of the zipper and the clink of his belt being undone. Soon enough, he lined yourself up with your entrance and pushed in slowly.

You inhaled sharply as he buried his free hand in your hair and pulled your head back slightly as he bottomed out.

His thrusts were hard and shallow at first, keeping himself mostly sheathed inside you, his body pressed against yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as he hit a spot deep inside you that almost made you lose yourself.

“Harder,” you pleaded. “I don’t need you to be gentle with me.”

“I know I don’t,” he panted, rearing back to spank you again, once on each side.

He chuckled as he felt you clench around him with each strike. His large hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

“Now keep your hands behind your back or I’ll stop.”

You wanted to retort, but you wanted some release even more, so you acquiesced. Now he didn’t hesitate, his thrusts quick and punishing.

You could hear him try to control his breathing, grunts of pleasure escaping his throat. With each thrust, you pushed your hips back to meet his. Your cheek was pressed against the wall, and you couldn’t help the wanton moans that spilled from your lips.

“If-if only the team knew what a desperate slut you are for my cock, hmm?” He rasped close to your ear. “I wonder what they’d think of you t-then.”

“Says the o-one who gets a hard on every time I challenge you,” you retorted. “Maybe I should just shove your face into my pussy next time. Put your mouth to good use— ah fuck!”

He covered your mouth with one hand, his thrusts even rougher. “Shut up and take it.”

As the two of you got closer to your climaxes, you reached back and grasped part of his shirt as best as you could at that angle. His grunts grew louder, the rhythm of his movements stuttering.

You came as you felt heat flooding your cunt, your walls spasming around him. He muttered fuck under his breath, sucking a breath between his teeth as you practically milked every last drop of pleasure out of him.

Your cries were muffled by the palm of his hand, your muscles tensed as you rode the last of your ecstasy. Was it possible that it got better and better each time?

It sure seemed that way, much to your chagrin.

When he pulled out, he went to retrieve tissues from his desk, handing you the box as he worked on cleaning himself up. You did the same, avoiding looking at each other.

You pulled your pants back up, composing yourself as best as you could despite still being in a fucked out daze.

He cleared his throat, adopting his stern demeanor once more. “I want you here bright and early tomorrow. Lots of paperwork to go through.”

You scoffed, opening the door and flipping him off. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be here. You owe me some coffee, though.”

He huffed once more in amusement and you rolled your eyes, taking off. He could really get on your nerves, but damn if he didn’t know what he was doing when it came to your body…

——

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #minors dni

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kanmom51 · 8 months

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JK live 23 September 2023 (NYC)

20:11 or 8:11 pm EST

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

24 September 2023 9:11 am KST.

Coincidence? Starting the live at 8:11? I think not.

And not the first time he goes live at that time either.

So yeah, JK came live at 8:11 and ended the live at 13:23 minutes.

13 again? Coincidence again? Given that he said his goodbyes at around the 12 minute mark and then waited (?) for it to reach 13? Maybe. Fact is it did.

OMG, he opens up the live like this:

He's so damn adorable.

And it's a Bratz lip gloss, lol.

How can you not love him?

Anyway, JK starts the live saying long time no see and with talk about 3D coming out on the 29th. He tells us how it was his idea to add the clip at the end of the GCF performance, but someone ruined the surprise by running it during the rehearsals, which they obviously weren't supposed to. Oopsy. Spoiler king was spoilered. Lol.

He is a little fidgety, feels like he's doing the live cause he needs to, rather than really wants to... just a feeling I had.

JK says that as much as he was busy he actually did have time to come to us live, but, and this is where JK has decided to place the boundaries that he himself kind of tore down just a little while ago - he talks about there having to be a push and pull, but I guess he realised, perhaps with some help from others, that tearing down those walls between himself and us has also created an expectation from some fans for more, too much. Also, there needs to be some mystery (he was probably told) and leave the fans with a want for more...

I don't think this is the end of the JK we came to know and love the past few months, but I do think that he is trying to re-assess and set some boundaries between the artist that he is and us as fans.

And truthfully, let's be real here for a sec. Us, the fans, we were kind of a filler in. When the real thing is there, and the time to enlistment is getting shorter and shorter, and there is a choice between the two, who do you think he will choose? A 3 hour live with us or a sleepover with JM? I really don't think the choice is such a difficult one. Do you?

JK asks how the performance was. Hasn't monitored it yet (oh, and believe me when he does he's going to be hard on himself). And yet, even though he heard from fans they liked it, he feels he did better at rehearsal. Says it's a jynx. On the day of the performance his throat got dried up. It's called anxiety or nerves JK. If only there was someone there with him to calm those nerves...

And before you come at me, yes. I do feel he was anxious. He was a little closed up and distant as well. The enormity of it. The having to speak English. The being there ALONE. There were these little moments of disconnect during the performance. Maybe if he would have started his set with the more lively songs it would have helped, but if only there was someone there to support him and calm him, that dryness in the throat he talks about... yeah, non existent. My opinion. Fight me.

Then Jin shows up in the comment.

I mentioned that it felt like he did the live because he had to (after the performance and the 3D teasers dropping). Jin showing up in the comments, his reaction, felt like relief in a sense. He was really happy.

He saw one of the members commented, went in to see who it was and was really happy to see him.

The whole interaction between them was so older and younger brother, lol.

Jin with the "stop touching your hair", the whole call me convo (JK saying the times aren't lining up him being overseas and Jin answering with him texting Jhope 300 messages a day, as in "you ass, you can always send me a message instead", lol).

Watch the interaction here:

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What did I take from the interaction with Jin?

First of all, that JK was really happy to see him. Not JM level happy, of course, but really happy. Do I say what I'm thinking? About members showing up in his comments and his reaction to them? Nah. In this instance I will take the fifth.

Second, we get it straight out of the horses mouth: JK is enlisting soon. Not like we didn't know it already. Like seriously. But there are those, solos mainly, that seem to still think that JK won't be enlisting with the others. Well, JK made it abundantly clear in that conversation that he's definitely enlisting and it's happening soon. It's the "I'll be joining that party soon" (as in the Jin and Jhope army party) and it's in the "you'll be out while we're still in so take care of Army until we're done" whole convo as well.

Anyway, you gotta love Jin.

Moving on.

JK tells us that 3D is different from Seven - and to look forward to it.

Wanted to thank army that came to the concert, thank K army for taking the time and supporting him.

29th September is Choseok. JK says the reason the song is released that day is he thinks we will like it more. Ok, yeah. Not the tight schedule and looming enlistment. Well, he does hint about it. Starting up about the reason it's hurried, and why he's been in a hurry, but leaves it up to our imagination. I guess we know, right? If they want to be back by mid 2025 enlistment needs to happen by at the latest start of 2024. And in the little time left he has the single and an album to release. And my guess is there is more too. Some set for before enlistment, some set to land while they are away. JM and him.

He asks "what's after this? what is it?" laughingly answering "your curious, right?"

"What is it? I am really looking forward to it." he says cheekily.

Then he says he's working hard in preparing something for us.

And then he looks down and finds the exact comment he wants to answer:

The Weverse translation is a little different.

The gist is the same.

We have JK recognizing a JM comment and answering it specifically. And I say specifically because there were PLENTY of Tae comments in his live. Layover, Tae, Slow dance, screaming at him to just say a god damn thing about Tae's album or releases. But our man, he stood fast, lol.

And don't get me wrong, I don't think he doesn't support Tae or want him to succeed. He's his bandmate and friend. But you know what he ain't, is his boyfriend. That is the one and only Mr. Park Jimin. So, it's not that JK doesn't care, it's that Tae just ain't on his mind. Wasn't it Tae that used to say, repeatedly, that JK just ignores him? Lol. But even if Tae isn't on his mind, the comments, they can definitley serve as a fucking annoying reminder. Which JK chooses very loudly to ignore. And making a statement of sorts while doing so, by reacting, out of all of those comments, to the one relating to JM.

That's what I call a big ass JK FUCK YOU to the cult.

Anyway, we were talking about JK's reaction. And when you talk about reactions you look not only at the verbal but also the body language.

The way he leans in to read the comment once he recognizes it's about JM.

The way he does that head tilt when talking about JM's dancing.

The neck crack.

The hand gesture.

Let's talk about the hand gesture for a second here.

Man knows the choreography. That hand gesture was him doing part of the choreo. Muscle memory. And his eyes and facial expression.

Also, have a look at this:

Ok, so it is funny how JK knew JM posted to IG and watched it as well... You know, considering the man told us he not only deleted his own IG account but deleted the app from his phone all together...

Thing is man monitors SM. We know that!! You think he wouldn't have seen it on Twitter? Or TikTok? JM's dance is all over the place. So yeah, my initial thought was: hey, how did he see it without an IG account? But then, you know, when common sense took over, I realised he could have seen it ANYWHERE. We know he monitors. We assume he monitors JM and Jikook accounts. He would have seen it either way.

But in any case, as I mentioned, this wouldn't have been the first and only time he has seen this choreo or dance.

JK continues to tell us he's going out for diner with staff. A good reason indeed to end the live (that like I said, he wasn't in the feels for).

And continues telling us to be curious.

Didn't someone tell him curiosity killed the cat?

At the end of the live JK makes us know he's monitoring SM (like I said before, something we already knew). He knows what fans are saying. He talks about the good. And he is thankful for those kind words.

But he also sees the bad. We know it!!

Ooh, btw, do we talk about that ring JK was wearing?

This is the second time around we have him wearing this kind of ring.

Interesting.

So to sum it up:

In those 13 minutes and a bit of his live, he mostly spoke about the performance, 3D coming out, talked to Jin in the comments and answered the comment that happened to be about JM.

I guess that wraps it up.

#Jungkook #JK #JK live #JK Weverse live #JK 3D #Jikook #kookmin #Minkook #Jimin #JM

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kitorin · 11 months

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OUR SPRING

003. perfect

5:01 pm

"Fucking hell."

Normally, you'd have more shame, but given your current circumstances it was understandable for you to curse loudly in the middle of the hallway on your way home from the school library. All of this was so irritating, the rumours and all the attempted manipulation, both which, were from the exact same source; Kira Ryosuke.

It should be fine. That's what you've told yourself for a long time. But you've been corrected. Because rumour after rumour, it kept accumulating now it's consumed and become your school life, until your identity is once again established as one that only revolves around some guy who likes you.

"You better drop dead next time I see you."

"May I help you?" You pull yourself out of your livid trance, looking up from staring at your feet as you walk and realizing with horror that you say that right in front of someone else. What's even worse, is that you recognise who it was, possibly one of the worst people to unintentionally curse at. It's Chigiri Hyoma. Rising star of the jpop and jdrama industry, who also happens to be a member of one of your best friend's favourite band.

"I am so sorry. I swear it wasn't directed to you- A lot had been going on recently." You prayed, begging that he wasn't one of those celebrities who enjoyed tormenting regular people with their obsessive and toxic fanbases, or liked exploiting their fame to ruin others.

Despite being apprehensive of the social power he holds, Meguru was right every time he called Chigiri attractive. It was evident through photos, but they don't capture his beauty fully. There wasn't a blemish on his pale skin, his tied up hair seemed perfect, it was obvious people would die for his skin and hair care routine. Long eyelashes compliment soft features and his rose coloured eyes clouded with what seemed like concern.

Even though his features weren't inhumanely perfect or complied to the beauty standard to a T, everything just synergises together, curating his natural charm.

Visually, he embodies perfection.

"Ah I see. I understand." Just when you thought he couldn't look any better he smiles, teeth perfectly white and shiny, which were adorned with dimples. It made sense why he was an actor and idol, he pulls off school uniform and even makes it look fashionable, heck his school photo probably came out gorgeous too. "So, what happened?"

You were too busy admiring his visuals to realize you were going to reveal your current struggles to a total stranger. "Well it's just- wait, I don't even know you?"

"Neither do I. All the more better to open up to, no?"

He's kind of weird. No wonder why Meguru loves him so much.

Instead of addressing and responding to his statement, you take advantage of this opportunity, since he's always surrounded by fans. "Then, how do you deal with rumours? You're apart of that band egoism, right? You'd know a lot about this"

"Well. I'm not apart of the PR team, so I don't know the full details. But rumours don't have some sort of secret formula or trick to getting rid of them. Hence why most celebrities have a PR team."

If only you had one too.

"Are you the one everyone assumes is dating Kira? I'm guessing you're referring to all the gossip related to you too." Chigiri continues, seeming genuinely curious regarding your situation.

You nod, and barely process being dragged into a janitor's closet by him, the complete shock taking too long to register.

"Oi Chigiri, what're you doing?" Ending up in a janitor's closet with one of the most popular artists of your age was not expected.

"Dating rumours, you say?" He breaths out, dismissing your question, a chuckle soon rises in his throat. "We're not too different, no? I have the perfect solution for you."

"Which is?" Once again, he ignores your questions, slowly coming closer towards you, face close in proximity to yours.

"Date me."

TWO | FOUR | MASTERLIST

PAIRING. chigiri hyoma x reader

SYNOPSIS. school gets overwhelming with constant rumours and accusations, thankfully someone is willing to help. but what happens when this mutually beneficial agreement escalates into something more?

GENRE. social media au, fake dating, idol / actor au

TAGLIST. @izzylovestnbhd, @angelchigiri, @punkhazardlaw, @silly-ez, @y-sabell-a

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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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omg! please i want to aks hunting dogs when s/o blows them a kiss, well, just baby tecchou and tachihara cuase someone would not be able to see it...

i had to read this like a million times before it hit me that you were referring to jouno. i thought you were just a fukuchi hater and you meant like he didn't deserve to receive your blown kisses (true)

When you blow them a kiss

♡ pairing: Tecchou Suehiro, Tachihara Michizou x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do they react when you blow them a kiss?

♡ cw: Absolutely none!

note: I really don't wanna jinx anything, so I won't talk about how excited I am that my large and inescapable writer's block is seemingly passing. I will simply not say a thing. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Tecchou:

He's a little confused at first ngl. He probably hasn't received treatment like this very much in his lifetime so he kinda just stands there and looks at you like a lost puppy T-T

You have to explain to him what it means. Then he's like 'Ohh...' and then his face just slowly starts turning red lol

If you do it any time from then on he goes along with it (either 'catching' the kiss or returning it), and after a while it just becomes instinct to him

Nobody dares to question him about it. Why would they? He's a Hunting Dog, and his heart is reserved for you only.

If you blew kisses to anyone else he would get super jealous lowkey. Like he might try to hide it but he'd be so bad at it and he'd ask you to reserve it for him because he feels that it's your guys' special thing

If you blew him a kiss while the other Hunting Dogs were around most of them probably wouldn't pay it too much mind. TERUKO on the other hand-

She'd start bullying you guys so bad omg. It'd be like a legit problem she'd mock you so hard she would forget to do her damn job

Overall though? Tecchou loves it, but he's more enamoured with the person blowing the kiss rather than the kiss itself (that's you!)

Tachihara:

He's a member of the strongest military unit in the country. He's a solider. He successfully infiltrated the mafia. He's taken many lives. He's Tachihara freakin' Michizou. And when you blow him a kiss, he is flabbergasted.

I mean fully taken aback. Red faced, wide eyed, eyebrows raised, frozen in surprise. Altogether adorable.

Tachihara acts so suave and charming all the time but when you reciprocate it by blowing a kiss? He honestly gets so shy

If you did it in public, especially around his coworkers (HD or PM), he'd almost have a meltdown. He's so flustered it's insane

He's like 'Don't do that! At least not right now!!' and he pretends that he didn't love it. He wants to maintain his 'badass gangster' image even though in reality he's so soft and goofy

Tachihara would one HUNDRED percent start doing it to you. He'd try so hard to get you to react the same way he did the first time. If he succeeds he acts like such a smug bastard, but if he doesn't he will never stop trying

You and he will always do it in private though. I mean he'd prefer to just...kiss you, but if for any reason he can't, blowing him a kiss will suffice

It may or may not become a regular thing. Either that or he'll forever do his best to one-up you and fluster you. Both outcomes involve affection from Tachihara so it's a win-win, really.

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fedyushka, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

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zukkaoru · 27 days

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Hi, same anon as before haha, could you ever make a post about visually impaired/blind dazai?

ooo yes i do love the idea of dazai being blind in one eye/otherwise visually impaired. personally i am biased towards him having a prosthetic eye but this is just because of an inside joke with my sister sfdgfhj anyway have some thoughts (specifically based off dazai being blind in one eye/having one prosthetic eye):

for a while, ranpo is the only one in the ada who knows bc dazai is very good at hiding it. they don't say anything bc it's not their business, but they do try to make sure they either approach dazai on his left or make their footsteps loud enough that dazai can clearly hear them coming

yosano is second to figure it out bc she's a doctor. but she only catches on to the fact that dazai is somehow visually impaired and doesn't figure out the specifics until later

kunikida figures it out after a case where dazai gets injured bc the attacker came at him on his blind side and there was too much other commotion going on for him to hear them approach

obviously he's like why would you not tell me this!!!! it's KIND OF IMPORTANT!!!!!

dazai brushes it off like "haha i just forget everyone else has two working eyes :P" but really he. didn't want to expose any weaknesses to the agency members until he knew they could be trusted

after that it's treated sort of like an open secret at the ada. no one really talks about it, but yosano, ranpo, and kuni all do their best to cover dazai's blind side whenever they can. even if 98% of the time he doesn't need it

for a while, junichirou, kenji, atsushi, and kyouka have no idea. bc no one ever talks about it, the older ada members sort of. just. forget the younger ones would have no way of knowing.

so probably they find out when dazai makes some dumb joke about it. and they're all like HELLO????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ONLY HAVE ONE FUNCTIONING EYE!?

chuuya ofc knows and has known since they were like fifteen. they also always did their best to cover dazai's blind side when they worked with him (this i think is canon to some extent,, a lot of official art has chuuya on dazai's blind side during their pm days when his eye was bandaged)

most of the rest of the mafia had no idea what was wrong with dazai's eye (or if there even was anything wrong with it) but also,, no one was going to just ask. mori is the only other person in the pm who knows what happened

dazai likes to joke that he and kunikida have "one working eye total between the two of them" bc kunikida's eyesight is pretty bad without his glasses

most of the agency members walk loud enough that dazai can hear them coming so he isn't caught off guard regardless of which direction they approach from. the one exception to this is kyouka. she has scared him on multiple occasions by approaching from the right. once she realizes what the issue is, she does her best to approach from the left

ranpo does occasionally try to bribe her to sneak up on dazai bc they think it's funny to see him try to mask his surprise. she may have given in once or twice. but only because they promised to buy her crepes.

nikolai & dazai visually impaired worsties,,

^^ they both make jokes about it all the time, bouncing back and forth off each other. everyone around them is annoyed and no one thinks it's funny at all but neither of them care

okay this got longer than i was planning so i'll end here but. yes <3

#i do think abt dazai with a prosthetic eye quite a bit..... i love him #dazai osamu #bsd #bungou stray dogs #asks #anon asks

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gotlostinfiction · 2 months

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The Weeping Girl

When a miserable old man turns up at Lockwood & Co.’s door with the promise of £50,000 for an easy case, it's hard to refuse. But is everything all as it seems, or will this case be a lot more than they bargained for?

TW: Mentions of abuse and murder, mild swearing.

SPOILERS: Mentions a case from The Hollow Boy.

(this is my first attempt at writing my own fanfic so any advice or tips would be very useful <3)

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In front of me sat one of the most wrinkled old men I've ever seen in my life, and Lockwood & Co. have done a lot of cases for old people. He was a Mr Andrew Hallcock and he had come to us with reports of a crying girl heard by his younger servants, himself being way too old to sense ghosts. We, on the other hand, would be able to sense them easily.

Just to catch you up, my name is Lucy Carlyle and I have been a part of a ramshackle agency called Lockwood & Co. as a Junior Field Operative for just under two years. Our agency founder and leader, Anthony Lockwood, was sitting on my right with a cup of tea balanced precariously on his knee. On the chair to my left was George Karim, the deputy and researcher of the trio. He held a plate of carrot cake and was munching noisily, much to our client's disgust. Oh, also, there’s one more. Not sure if he's a member or not but, there's the skull. A few months ago I figured out that I can talk to ghosts, and that we have a real Type Three in our house. No one likes him if I'm honest, due to his crude remarks, but I thought he should be mentioned (He’d get offended if I didn’t.)

Now that we're caught up, we can continue.

“Well then, Mr Lockwood,” Mr Hallcock began. “As I made you aware on the phone, some of my younger servants have reported to me that they can hear crying just before they are about to sleep. I've never had an issue like his before, and I can promise you that my house is not haunted!” He said with a tone of annoyance. Apparently, he wasn't fond of ghosts - or our furniture by the way he perched like a bird ready to take flight.

Lockwood looked uncertain. “Have the servants described in more detail what they've heard?”

“Or has anyone seen anything?” I added helpfully.

Mr Hallcock locked his small beady eyes on mine. “I don’t know why you are butting in, young lady, I thought you were a mere serving girl.”

I went to stand, but Lockwood's hand snaked out and rested on my thigh, pinning me down. “May you answer our questions, please? All three of us are agents and need to know what they may have seen or heard.” He said calmly.

“Very well,” Mr Hallcock began. “They have only reported hearing crying. I don't think any of them are talented enough to see apparitions. Not that there should be one! Anyway,” He continued. “I'm willing to offer up to £50,000 if this issue is resolved quickly and discreetly. The public cannot find out that my home may be haunted, I have a reputation to maintain!”

George reached out for another slice of cake but paused when he heard the figure. I felt Lockwood move his hand.

“Of course, Mr Hallcock. We can promise all that you ask.”

“Good.” He replied. “I'll be expecting you at 8 pm sharp tonight. I will ensure that the house is cleared of all staff, and I will occupy myself away from home. Good day, gentleman.” With a whiff of cigar smoke, he was out the door.

“What a dick, he didn't even say goodbye to me!” I said. I was the first to break the silence that had formed with his absence.

“He could talk for England, that's for sure,” George added.

“Yes, well, he wasn't a very pleasant person, certainly not to you Luce. But, we can't reject that kind of money. Especially not for an easy case like this.” Lockwood said, a large smile forming across his face.

“Here we go…” George said with a sigh.

“Here's the plan, George you go to the archives, find absolutely everything you can about the house and Mr Hallcock, I'll go to Satchels and restock, and Lucy you pack the kit bags,” Lockwood ordered; with a smile, he walked purposefully out the door.

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Two hours later, we were ready. Lockwood, George and I all bundled into the taxi waiting outside Portland Row. It was a small one, and George jumped straight into the passenger seat, dumping our kit bags in the back. This left me practically sitting on Lockwood's lap, squished close next to our kit and the skull. Great.

“Oh, it’s snug back here isn’t it, Lucy?” The skull piped up from the jar on my lap, and I could see a large smirk forming across the glass. “Lockwood looks like a tomato.”

“No idea what you're on about,” I replied sharply.

“Has he given us anything useful, Luce?” Lockwood asked me, having to crane his neck down due to the angle.

“Erm, said it’s not very spacious back here,” I replied, purposefully avoiding eye contact with him.

“Well, quite,” Lockwood said and coughed awkwardly, his cheeks tinged with red. “So then George, fill us in.” He continued, changing the subject.

“Well, Mr Hallcock is a bit of a dick, just like you said Luce. He lied to us about a violent death that occurred in the house to protect his ego and reputation. He-” George cut himself off. “Ooh, you two do look cosy back there!”

“Get to the point, George,” I said. This was mortifying; I could hear the skull's faint laughter in my head.

“Okay, well as I was saying, Mr Hallcock comes from a family of men who think they can do what they want. Specifically to women. At the archives, I found so many complaints to the police from female members of Mr Hallcock's staff about sexual comments and the sort. I mean, remember how he spoke to you, Lucy?”

“Yeah, he treated me like a piece of shit, the sexist bastard.”

“Exactly. Turns out, Mr Hallcock was involved in a murder trial of one of his servants, a 20-year-old girl called Rebecca Hughes. She died on his property in a bedroom upstairs, stabbed to death. One of her fellow servants was charged and hanged for it, and Mr Hallcock was brought forward to give evidence.” George continued.

“You think that's the primary source of the haunting then?” I said, ignoring the teasing remarks coming from the skull.

“Has to be,” George replied. “No other deaths have been reported in the house or the area.”

Lockwood coughed again, his cheeks going redder still. “Well I'm glad I bought some extra protection then, you know how murder victims get. I brought another industrial flare.” Clocking George's concerned look he quickly added, “We’ll use it properly this time, not like Combe Carey.”

“I don't think Mr Hallcock would want us to damage his house either,” I said as we pulled into the long gravel driveway. Just in the distance, I could see the house looming over us. Well, I say house, it was more like a mansion. On its private lot, surrounded by woodland, stood Hallcock Manor. It had a regal-style entrance, with large stone columns and wide steps leading to a grand white door with gold accents carved into the sides. The home spread wide at the sides with small walkways at each end and then cascaded backwards, seemingly never-ending. Basically, it was bloody posh.

The taxi driver dumped us halfway down the drive, complaining that he couldn't be bothered to have to reverse all the way back. Safe to say that Lockwood didn't tip him. We all piled out and headed towards the house. Walking towards it was incredible, but also mortifying. I was in awe at the beauty of the place, but then apprehensive of the danger that could unfold.

As if reading my thoughts, Lockwood spoke. “This should be an easy case guys, no need to worry. Mr Hallcock said that there was no apparition seen and that it was just crying. We will be fine.”

“What about the fact that she's a murder victim? They’re always Type Two’s.” I asked.

“Well, at least we've got this.” Lockwood pulled out the flare and showed it to me and George. After our last use of it, I wasn't reassured.

“I think Lucy should keep a hold of it,” George spoke up. “You were reckless with it last time, you know, lobbing it at the well like that. Lucy will be more careful.”

“Okay, fair enough,” Lockwood replied, though I could tell he wasn't convinced. He passed it over to me, his long fingers brushing against the palm of my hand. I smiled weakly at him, and he grinned back. It was his reassuring smile, the one he used for worried clients.

“Ooh, he almost held your hand!” The skull remarked. “The closest you’ll ever get.” I decided not to recite this one back to the boys.

Lockwood then flourished the keys from one of his coat pockets and opened the door, ensuring that he didn't hesitate on the threshold. Being well-trained, we followed closely behind. The house was just as beautiful inside as out. Regent-style furniture filled the home in a classy sort of way. The walls were lined with floral patterned wallpaper and gold-framed oil paintings hung in neat rows. George pulled out his floor plan and assessed our surroundings.

“This is called the ‘Grand Entrance.’” He said, eyeing the decor. “To be fair, they weren't wrong.”

I closed my eyes and listened. I tuned out the low rumble of Lockwood's voice and the distant beeping of George's thermometer. But the house itself was silent, I couldn’t sense anything.

“You got anything?” I asked the skull, which was fixed to my back.

“Nope, absolutely nothing. I even think I just saw a tumbleweed, it's that boring.”

“Through here should be the main kitchen where we can have some tea, but there are three if you want a choice,” George said, breaking through the skull’s rambling. We carried on walking, assessing the temperature as we went.

Just like the rest of the house, the kitchen was posh too. Marble countertops lined with gold engravings were spread out far against most of the walls. A matching table was in the corner, where George had plugged in a portable kettle. A few minutes later, we had made ourselves comfortable (as comfortable as we could on rock-solid marble chairs) with our tea and biscuits.

“I can't sense anything at the moment,” I said, hugging my tea close for warmth. It was cold, I had noticed, but not supernatural I didn't think

“Me neither,” Lockwood added, “I can't see any death glows. How’s the temperature, George?”

“A bit chilly, but not supernatural. This is an old house, and it’s winter.” He replied checking his watch. “I'm surprised, to be honest, it's 9:30 and there's been nothing so far.”

“We haven't checked upstairs yet though, that's where you said the girl died,” I answered.

“True, although we don’t know where she actually died. All I could find in the archives was that it was an upstairs bedroom. Well, in case you haven't noticed this house is huge, so it could be any of them.” George said in a huff.

“I think we should get on then,” Lockwood said, getting up to leave. “Come on.”

“Go on, follow your boyfriend.” The skull cooed in my ear.

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An hour or so later, we had explored the whole house. And believe me, it took a while. It was about 11 pm now and since the crying was reported “just before the servants went to sleep” it could be any time from now till 12. We had set up a large iron circle in the coldest bedroom on the second-story landing - the servant's quarters. Mr Hallcock had informed us that he slept on the top floor, leaving his servants free reign of the second. Like the rest of the house, it was spacious and included its own kitchen and living area. Despite being a bastard, he at least looked like he treated his employees well.

Sat on the floor with my legs crossed, I could feel the miasma building. I reached into my kit bag for some mints and saw George do the same. I closed my eyes and tried to listen again. There it was! A faint weeping, only a whisper, and I had to concentrate to pick it up.

“You getting anything Luce?” Lockwood asked me.

“Yep,” I answered, needing to stay focused. He took the hint and let me listen.

The crying was still there, getting ever so slightly louder and more hysterical, but it had been taken over by repetitive thumping and banging. It was hard to decipher if it was someone's footsteps or things being moved around. Or maybe even someone's fists. I told this to the boys.

“You think it’s her?” Lockwood said

“Has to be, Lockwood. No one else died here.” George replied, chewing ferociously on a mint.

I stood up and left the circle, the miasma was strong as well as the temperature, but it was manageable. There was a grand fireplace, on a wall in the far corner, again embossed with gold accents on both sides. On impulse, I reached out and let my hands rest on the mantle. A wave of memory from the past hit me. I heard voices, a deep loud one that I recognised as Mr Hallcock. He was shouting at someone, and I could hear the weeping in the background. Was he speaking to Rebecca? Suddenly, there was a loud bang followed by a gut-wrenching scream, then silence.

I prised open my eyes and looked around. Nothing had changed, Lockwood and George still sat in the circle and I was still by the fireplace. The room felt different.

“Luce?” Lockwood walked over and gently touched my arm, “Are you okay? You've gone very pale, and you just stood there for 15 minutes.”

I looked up at him, then around the room. “Really?” I said, “I was gone for that long?”

“Yeah, didn't want to disturb you though, in case you had something,” George added, now munching on a sandwich.

Lockwood and I walked back to the circle and sat down. I filled them in on what I'd heard.

“You sure it was him?” Lockwood asked.

“Positive,” I replied, taking a bite of chocolate. “I would recognise that voice anywhere, and the stuff he was saying was a dead giveaway.”

“Like what?” George asked.

“He kept saying that something was her fault. Said that he would give her one more chance.”

“No wonder she's crying,” George added with a laugh.

“Not funny, George,” Lockwood said, glancing at me.

“Just trying to lighten the mood. Can you not feel the miasma now? It's everywhere.”

And he was right, while we were too busy talking, things had escalated. Ghost fog lined the floor; it lapped and our ankles and the air was bitterly cold making our breaths show in small puffs. Our thermometers showed minus temperatures. We all stood up abruptly, producing our rapiers and stood back to back.

“Why didn't you mention anything?” I asked the skull impatiently.

“Whoops.” Was all I got in return. With that, I turned away from him.

“See anything, Lockwood?” I asked, hoping that now it was later he could see some death glows.

“Nope, still nothing. Although I'm sure we've got the right room, it's bloody freezing.” He replied; I could see him shivering, despite his coat.

“Guys, can you see that?” George spoke up, his voice shaking.

I looked in his direction, and there was a small ball of light, slowly getting bigger, forming into a small woman. Rebecca Hughes. She looked young, George said she’d been 20, with long blonde hair reaching her sides and dark brown eyes. She wore a uniform of a pinafore dress and kitten heels, but there was something wrong. Her dress was ripped, and holes covered the surface of the sleeves and front. Stab wounds, I guessed.

“Getting interesting now! Got any popcorn?” The skull asked.

“That’s what the other servant did to her,” George said, “It said in the report that she was stabbed repetitively.”

“Well, she's not being aggressive, which is unusual for a murder victim,” Lockwood noted.

I looked at Lockwood for permission and after a nod, I stepped just outside the chains. She wasn't strong yet, I should be able to communicate.

“Rebecca, what happened to you?” I asked calmly. She seemed like a Type Two, unable to have a conversation but could listen. She looked at me through her long lashes and remained still.

“Monster…” She whispered.

“Deserves to be hanged…”

“Who’s a monster, Rebecca? Who should be hanged?” I asked her. I could just make out her words over the crying. The sound had rocketed since I'd communicated with her.

“Monster…”

“Lucy, get in the chains please,” Lockwood asked calmly, though I could sense the urgency in his voice. The skull laughed in the background.

“Who hurt you, Rebecca?” I repeated.

“Lucy!” This was Lockwood again. He was shouting now, every aspect of calm revoked.

“Hall-” The ghost began before the connection was lost.

I felt a tug at the back of my jacket, it was Lockwood pulling me into the circle. I tripped over the ghost jar and fell flat on my backside, just as he hurled a salt bomb at Rebecca - exactly where I had just stood. If you thought the skull was laughing before, he was cackling now.

“What the hell was that Lockwood!” I turned on him, “I had almost got somewhere!”

“She was about to charge at you, you would have been ghost-touched if I hadn't helped!” Lockwood roared back.

“Oh look, the happy couple are arguing.” The skull added, unhelpfully

“Stop it!” George shouted, making me and Lockwood go silent. “Your emotions are making her more agitated. Lucy, what did she tell you?”

Annoyed, I responded, “She said that someone was a monster and they should be hanged. I asked her who and she went to say ‘Hallcock’, I’m sure of it.”

“Any idea about her source?” George asked.

“No idea, maybe the knife used on her?”

Lockwood had gone silent, that could only mean one thing. A plan.

“Right, we need to find her source. I'll distract her and fight her off while you two look for her source, okay?” He said eventually. He gave me a look that said ‘No arguing’ so I reluctantly agreed.

Practically leaping out of the circle, Lockwood charged forward, his rapier angled at the ghost. Me and George followed behind him, speeding around the room looking for her source. I scrambled through draws and under beds, behind picture frames and on shelves, and still nothing. George was having no better luck either.

Lockwood had led the ghost away from us, into the hallway. He was using his rapier in a forward motion to pin the ghost in a corner, it appeared to be working. The house went quiet for a while, only Lockwood's sharp breaths could be heard as he battled against the ghost.

“Lucy!” A voice broke through the silence.

My heart stopped. That was Lockwood. Screaming.

“Lucy! George!”

I was closest to the door. I dropped the box I was searching through and ran into the hallway. Lockwood was backed into the corner, the ghost having turned on him. His hands were sweaty and he was losing grip on his rapier. I heard it clang on the floor. I saw his usually dark eyes start to lighten, turning a milky white as the ghost's hand reached for him. I knew the signs of ghost lock all too well. I raced into action and scrambled through my work belt for a flare.

“Oh, he's finally going to be reunited with his family! Let him go, Lucy.” The skull suggested. I blanked him.

Still rummaging through my belt, I found what I was looking for. The industrial flare. Without thinking, I pulled the cap and threw it.

Now, you may not know this but my aim is awful. Out of the three of us, only Lockwood can throw. We learnt this the hard way at the Lavender Lodge, when I doshed a bottle off his head and George couldn't throw a rapier for the life of him. So, the flare did hit the ghost, but mainly Lockwood, much to the skull's amusement.

George had come to stand next to me. We both looked in horror as Lockwood was shot sideways into a bedroom. The wooden floorboards had jolted up at different angles, the banister had broken in two and the wall closest had been destroyed. In the light of the flare, I saw a patch of white on the ground but this wasn't my priority. I raced forward, my shoe flying off as I jumped over the hole in the ground, and headed for the room Lockwood had disappeared into.

He staggered out into the hallway and stood before the hole, his hair flopped elegantly over his brow with his coat ripped at the shoulder, but somehow it still flowed behind him in the light breeze. His face shone with sweat and was littered with scratches, his hand lay cooly on his rapier hilt. Even after getting blown across the hallway, he looked as charming as ever.

In case you were wondering about me, I was less fortunate. My hair stuck up, my fringe was completely blown back away from my face, my jacket was torn and splattered with ectoplasm, and my left boot was somewhere down the stairs. Basically, I could have looked better.

Still, Lockwood beamed at me with his megawatt smile, as if I had never looked better to him.

“Well, that was fun,” Lockwood stated. He was out of breath, and wobbling slightly.

I hurried over to him and grabbed his arm to support him. I went to call George for help but he was on his knees, clawing frantically under a floorboard.

“George?” I asked, curiosity lacing my voice.

“There's something down here, the blast showed it. But it's gone, I can't find it!”

“Don’t help him, Lucy, this is so funny.” The skull said, I could see its hollow eyes darting about in the plasm. I ignored him once again, it was quite a skill.

“George,” I said anxiously, “Can you be a bit quicker? She’s back, and she’s behind you.”

George spun around and saw her in the distance. She was weaker, the blast had dimmed her spirit, but she was still powerful. She went to charge at him, but she wasn't quick enough. I let go of Lockwood and raced for her. I extended my rapier and angled it towards her in thrashing blows, just like Lockwood had taught me.

“George, hurry up!” I screamed at him. He was still on the floor behind me, rummaging through spiderwebs and dust.

“This has to be the source!’ He said, ‘It has to be here somewhere!”

Lockwood had been watching me and hadn’t taken his eyes away. It was almost like a second ghost lock, similar to a trance. Suddenly, he snapped out of it and jumped over the hole to where George still was.

Together, with me battling the ghost and the two boys looking for the source, it worked quite well. She was less strong now that dawn was approaching, and it was an easy task to keep her away. In the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of white being pulled from the ground. George shoved it under a net, and Rebecca abruptly disappeared in front of me. I put my rapier back in its hilt and turned around. George was clutching whatever he had found tightly, her source. We had done it.

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When we arrived back at Portland Row, the house was quiet. George was in the basement, analysing the source we’d found (safely), and Lockwood had collapsed into a kitchen chair. I snatched the first aid kit and plonked myself down next to him. He looked tired, which wasn’t anything new, with dark circles encased around his hollow eyes. He looked at me through his long lashes and smiled. A genuine one, not the false one he gave customers or the polite one he gave adults. This was a smile meant for me, and I savoured every last bit of it.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” I said softly, as I opened the first aid kit. He hadn't looked away.

“I’ll forgive you, I always do.” He said with a short laugh, but then grabbed his sides from pain.

I looked at him in pity, it hurt me to see him like this.

“Sit still.” I ordered, “This is probably going to hurt.”

“Not as much as getting blown across a hallway.” He joked, his laughter fading to a grimace as I dapped a large cut with antiseptic, then placed a plaster over it.

I held the side of his face, my hand faintly brushing against his cheekbones as I repeated the process for the rest of his cuts. We remained in a comforting silence, as I moved effectively but as gently as I could. I already felt bad enough for almost blowing him up, I didn't want to make it worse. After I finished, I slowly closed the box and looked at him.

“Thank you, Lucy.” He spoke. His face was awash with plasters and it was hard not to laugh if I'm honest, “And thanks for saving me too, I know that you did almost kill me, but I could have been ghost-touched.”

“I had to save you, Lockwood. When I saw your eyes go white, it was…terrifying. I never wanted to see that happen to someone I love again. Not after Norrie.” My voice broke at the end, the memories of Norrie had been brought back once more, and it was hard to resist tears.

Lockwood reached out and held my hand, his rapier-calloused palms rough against mine.

“It’s okay, Luce, I’m safe thanks to you. You don't need to worry.” He reassured me, rubbing small circles on my hand.

“Lucy…” Lockwood started, before George burst open the door, making us both jump apart.

“It was Mr Hallcock” Was all he said.

We rang DEPRAC.

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Turns out, Rebecca was a murder victim, but not from a fellow servant. She was murdered by none other than Mr Andrew Hallcock himself. The white thing found under the floorboards, her source, was a letter. A confession she was planning to send to the police before it was too late. It read:

“Dear Scotland Yard,

I would like to report Mr Andrew Hallcock on several accounts of abuse and neglect towards me. He is a monster, who took advantage of me and deserves to be hanged.

He has harmed me before and blamed someone else for it. I am worried this will go too far.

Please believe me, I am desperate.

Sincerely,

Rebecca Hughes.”

Mr Hallcock was used to getting away with things, so when he found this letter, he confronted her. To put it simply, she was a threat, so he ended her life. He then hid the letter under the floorboards, its presence being kept a secret for over 20 years. It wasn't until a new member of staff was treated the same as Rebecca, that she came out of her shell. Mr Hallcock knew this, so he swore us to secrecy to protect his reputation - and the promise of money had blind-sighted us.

It took them a while, but DEPRAC got him to confess; he was charged with murder, hiding evidence, as well as preventing justice. They let us off the hook for destroying half of his house, and gave us the £50,000 too, which was a bonus - It was one of the first times that Inspector Barnes had ever been nice to us.

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We obviously had a celebratory breakfast, and the following day the table was so full of plates that the thinking cloth could hardly be seen. Lockwood and I had gone to Arif’s while George cooked, so there was a sea of full-English breakfast and doughnuts. We sat in our usual spots and tucked in.

“I can’t believe you did it, didn’t think you were capable.” The skull spoke from its spot on the kitchen counter. I recited this to the boys.

“Me neither if I'm honest,” George said, shovelling food onto his plate at a rapid rate.

“I always knew we could do it, you pair don't give yourselves enough credit,” Lockwood responded.

I heard the skull gag in the corner.

“You did say that it was going to be an easy case though, didn’t you? How well did that work out?” I asked him, eyeing the plasters still scattered across his face.

He laughed, and it didn't hurt him this time. It caught George off guard and he joined in, making me laugh too. The sun shone brightly into the kitchen that day, casting a warm glow and reflecting on each of our happy faces (and the skulls).

We were Lockwood & Co., and I know it doesn't sound like it, but that was one of our best cases yet: The Weeping Girl. We weren't perfect by any means, but we worked well, even if a little unorthodox.

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hauntedparadisebandana · 9 months

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141 x drummer!femreader

Summary: fanboy soap drags the group to a downtown bar to see his favorite band member play live.

Pt 1/2

Warnings: swearing, implied scent kink??, Mentions of drinking, Y/H means your height

[The pov's switch in this story]

*7:00 pm, downtown bar*

The bell rings as the group enters, doors shutting behind them, they stand there, taking in their surroundings. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, the lights above are dim, giving the atmosphere a chill vibe. The group takes a seat in a booth near the stage.

"Why are we here again?" Grumbles ghost, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. He was forced to come on the groups adventure downtown.

"We're here to see the band play. They're one of my favorites." Explains soap, being the ring leader of the trip, excitement coursing through his viens.

"Couldn't you just listen to their music back at base?" "But it wouldn't be the same, plus now I get to see 'em live." Ghost huffs at his response, leaning back into the seat. He always ended up on soaps trips, whether he wanted to or not.

"What's the band called? I may have heard of them before." Says gaz leaning in.

"The Deck, a total of five people, each named after a card. They mostly play rock/metal, and a few of 'em can sing. My favorite member is the drummer."

"Hm, never took you for the metal head type, soap." Quips price, coming to set down their drinks, then popping a seat by gaz.

"Well, ye learn something new every day, gaz what time is it?" "It's 7:20, are they playing soon?" "Yep, they play at 7:30 once every week at different bars in town, at the end the drummer gives away her pair of drum sticks she used to play that night, if im lucky she'll give them to me."

This gets a reaction out of everyone, ghost chuckles lightly while price and gaz lets out hearty laughs. At this soap's face flushes red, getting embarrassed, "What's so funny?"

"So the drummers a girl huh, sounds like you're a bit of a fan boy." "Am not!" "Are too! You even know what time they play each week! And that the drummer gives away her sticks, whats next, their favorite colors, foods?"

Soaps flushes more, face red as a tomato as he leans back and turns away, "You know what, gaz, I officially hate you." "So you do know all that! Admit it, you are a fan boy!" "You are such a dick! I only know because they said it in an interview!"

Price laughs at soap and Gaz's bantering, getting a little chuckle out of ghost as well.

"Don't worry soap, it's cute how much of a fan boy you are for the drummer," gaz leans in and starts to pinch soap's cheeks, cooing and babying him; earning him a swift punch to the arm.

"That's enough out of you two, they're coming."

"What? No joke?!" Soap whips his head around to look at the stage. No one's on. When he turns around, gaz is laughing into his hand, and price hides his smirk in his glass of whiskey.

"Captain! I thought we were cool, now yer teasing me too?"

"Sorry soap, couldn't resist, but they're coming on for real this time" as he points to the stage the members bring out equipment, setting up quickly as possible, when they finish and take their places. The singer up front, the guitarist to the right, drummer on the far right. On the other side is the bass and second guitarist to the far left. The group could see the appeal, she was hard to miss.

"Soap, if you don't stop staring so hard, your eyes might fall out of your head." gaz laughs again, placing a hand on soaps shoulder.

"Just look at 'er tattoos! They're awesome. "

You could see ghost perk up at 'tattoos' she has officially piqued his interest, but he didn't want to show it, so he just stared at her intricate ink. Her most visible tattoos are on her arms, one arm is a full sleeve, the other arm has scattered tattoos. There is one peeking above her neck line of her shirt, it goes down between her breasts. Ghost nodded slowly, taking in her appearance. She was special, different, the whole band was, and the group liked that. Slightly extroverted, and bold, ready to fuck shit up.

"Aint she a sight for sore eyes" price mumbles, taking a longer sip, the thoughts coming faster than he can drink. "Ghost I can tell you're thinking, You looking at her too?" Says price quietly, taking another sip of whiskey, it turns out ghost can't hide his emotions from everyone,

"She's different..." "That she is," Price chuckles,

"I told you guys, she's cool,"

Suddenly the main lights turn off, and the stage lights come on, illuminating the band. after the singer gives introductions they begin to play. It seems as if the group controlled the bar entirely, the music was bassy, compelling, loud; and the people seemed to like it, as most sung along screaming. The drums and guitar had a solo part, and soap almost melted, gaz just laughed at him. Soon, the song was over, the last echo of sound was heard and the bar erupted into yells, claping and whistling.

By the end of the songs, the group was tipsy, with soap and gaz almost on the edge of being drunk. The group sits there in awe for a moment. The experience was new. "I'll say, that wasn't half bad, I like their style." Price crosses his arms.

"Yeah, you picked good soap," Ghost nods to soap. "I knew you would come around ghost! They're good, right? The way they play is amazing!" "Uh oh, he's fanboying again." "I'll kick your arse."

*y/n pov*

I wipe the sweat off my forehead, taking a swig of water. Me and my band mates smile and wave taking in the praise, the excitement. "Now it's time for the fun part, y/n, pick the lucky winner for tonight's sticks."

I smirk and quickly look around, I spot a booth close to the stage. A total of four men sat there, all looking at me. They're all cuties at that. The one sporting a mohawk had a twinkle in his eyes; a true metal lover at heart, I assume. I nod to the leader, hopping off the stage quickly making my way to the booth. The guards follow close behind, ensuring my safety. As I got closer, their eyes got wide. I take the guy with a Mohawk hands, giving him my drum sticks, my glossy lips form a grin as he stares at me, like a child meeting santa for the first time.

"You're tonight's lucky one." I smile at him sweetly, nodding to the rest of his table mates. Up close, everyone is rather handsome, their eyes drilling into my face, focus y/n. I make my way back to the stage, putting up my equipment, getting ready to leave.

*pov, 141*

Soap sits there, jaw slack and eyes wide. Gaz busts out laughing for the third time this night, and price smirks. "I-I got 'er sticks, I really got 'er sticks!" He exclaimed

"You sure did soap,"

"I don't know if anyone noticed, but damn she smells good," adds gaz. "Her smell is strong, sweet." "It's intoxicating." Ghost mumbles, rubbing his temple, the bourbon was finally getting to him. Her smell is like a sweet musk, hard to rub off, hard to get rid of. He remembers the way her bracelets and bangles jingled, sweet music to his ears. Fuck. He could feel something straining.

"'er voice is sweet too.... and her smile, shes really cool." "Oooook fanboy soap has gotten delirious." "Am not!" "Are too! Stop denying it!" "Whatever!" Their words slur a bit. Maybe they were a bit drunk after all.

Price sighs, rubbing his head at the twos antics. "I'm grabbing another drink, care to join?"

"Yeah, I'll go, but just to move around. I've been sitting so long it feels like my ass is glued to the seat." Gaz complains, holding his head in his hands.

"Let's go." The entire group gets up to get drinks, soap gasps as he spots y/n. She took her shirt of some time ago, now only in a sports bra, showing off her rad back tattoo. She stands with her hands in her pocket. The second guitarist is also standing, leaning against the booth talking to her, laughing.

"You should've seen the way he was looking at you! It was like looking at a kid seeing gifts under the tree."

"I seen his expression, I thought he was gonna get emotional and start crying right there as I gave him the sticks!"

the guitarist smirks glancing past y/n, "speak of the devil, it's the kid on Christmas and his group."

"Oh hush spade, leave the man alone."

We get closer to hear y/n hush the guitarist, we sit at the bar near where they stand, away from her and the guy, too drunk and weary to make decisions. Plus, the band's guards were close by, best not to piss them off. The guitarist continues to look over at us

"You know you guys can stand by us right, join us, we don't bite....well, I do but y/n doesn't." He pulls y/n in by the shoulder, to which she punches him.

"Don't listen to this jackass, come, it's safe to sit over here." She waves us over, inviting us to join her, those same bracelets and bracelets making the same sweet noise.

*y/n pov*

Theres a bit of an akward silence for a moment, I tap my hands on my thighs. Its then broken as the guy to my right speaks up, his voice rough and deep, smooth around the edges. It sends a shudder through my body, the smell of cigar smoke and cologne fills my senses.

"These are my men, ghost, gaz, and soap, I'm price." Each one nods and greets me as price says their name. Spade always being a dick has to speak up,

"So the kid on Christmas is soap, hm," he takes a sip of his drink, I pinch him after he says this.

"ignore him, so, what brings you guys downtown tonight..." I say, taking spades cup and taking a sip of whatever he's drinking.

"Well, our buddy soap here wanted to come see you guys live." Gaz grabs soap by the shoulders, shaking him.

"See us live hm? You a big fan?" I grin, looking soap right in his eyes, questioning him.

"Well-" "He's a huge fan, he knows the times you play, where you play, he even watches the group interview-" "Yes, I'm a fan," he says, cheeks red. Hand slapped over gazs mouth to hush him.

I put down my glass, "Oh, well we love very dedicated fans, don't we spade." "Mhm, love em'"

I lean back, looking at the two. The big one to my left, ghost, speaks up.

"Your tattoos..."

"Hm, what about them?" I look up at him, fuck he's tall, about 5 inches taller than me, as I'm Y/H. He looks about 5'10-6'2, well built, pure muscle, and oh that accent... he could easily crush me-

"Where do you get them done..." those eyes

"I do most myself, others I get a friend to do. I run a tattoo shop in my spare time."

"You have talent, y/n" price speaks up, smiling at me.

"Oh you flatter me," I joke, placing a hand on my chest. "No really, you play in a band, run a tattoo shop along with doing your own tattoos? That's pure talent that deserves recognition."

"Why thank you price," I laugh, running a hand through my hair, getting it out my face.

He nods down at me, I look at him. I see something shift in his expression, it was dark, hungry, I don't question it one bit; getting that all to familiar feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I squeeze my thighs. His eyes are a deep shade of blue, all of theirs are blue, except for gaz, his are a pretty shade of rich brown

"You smell really good..." gaz perks up,

"Ah, that's my perfume, strawberry poundcake, got it as a gift."

"..." Gaz soon has the same aura price had, hungry, wanting. I catch onto this quickly. Feeling my stomach jump I avert my eyes, looking for a distraction. Maybe he's just drunk...

"Hey y/n we need to head out, ace is tired of waiting and hes starting to bitch about it." Thank fucking god

"Ace is tired of everything" I sigh turning back to the group. "I gotta run boys, but me and the group will be down here tomorrow around 7:00 for an off day, if you wanna join."

"Sure lass, we'll join ya" soap nods eagerly, getting the others to agree even in their drunken states.

"Ok that's great! See you soon." I turn on my heels to run after spade who had started leaving without me. Face flushed and the feeling still in the pit of my stomach. Still feeling their eyes drilling into my back, I slide out the bar doors.

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kyouka-supremacy · 2 months

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ooh how about Yosano for the ask game?

Yay Yosano!!! I love her so much <33

Favorite thing about them: Her backstory,,, It's just a masterpiece, for me it's really the peak of bsd's writing. “We don't want your skill. We want that kindness of yours” and “You don't need a skill at all. There's real value in your sadness.” ueueueueueueue. In two chapters it made of a relatively flat character a complex and human one, and we love to see that.

Least favorite thing about them: Nothing, she's great??? I can't think of anything.

Favorite line: There's no line that hits me in particular I can think of, but I really like the emotion / delivery of some of them. This one I like tons:

brOTP: Aaaaahhh I love her I want to see her interact with everyone. Older-sister kind of characters are ALWAYS my favourite. I love her dynamics with Ranpo and I like to think they have this sort of sibling complicity of two people who have known each other for a very long time and love each other deeply. I like her relationship with Fukuzawa, I like how explicitly protective he is of her, I'm glad she has someone she can trust who looks after her and makes her feel loved. (Actually, the Yosano / Fukuzawa relationship makes me emotional. Because Yosano was so deeply traumatized and broken and basically dead when he took her under his wing, and she looks so healthy and confident and serene in the canon timeline, it's basically a miracle; and the only way this could have happened is by having someone who deeply loved and cared for her, someone who kindly guided her through every step of rehabilitation. It moves me a little). I really enjoyed her interactions with Atsushi!! And I like to think Yosano and Kyouka would hang out, I feel like Yosano would be happy to sort of return the favour and help back a little girl who was able to slip out of the darkness just in time; I can see them have this kind of inter generational relationship where they go shopping together and chat about girl things.

OTP: I really like kousano!!! I feel like Yosano deserves her spicy pm love affair too ahah. I think it's got lots of potential for both fluff and angst, and I believe it's a cool relationship to explore for both characters!! I wish they'd meet in canon. When I first watched the anime I was low-key into ranposano, and though I don't feel very strongly about them anymore, I think it's a nice ship nonetheless!

nOTP: Nothing. Really I don't dislike ships pffttt.

Random headcanon: Something I don't think I ever brought up but that I firmly believe in is that whereas all the other ada members live at the ada dorms, Yosano, Ranpo and Fukuzawa have their own house where they live together. Fukuzawa took Ranpo to his home when he adopted him, and then Yosano joined them when they took her in because I mean, there was no way that they could leave her alone, right? So they've always lived together, and they are happy together, they never felt the need to change that. That's the real ada found family for me if there ever was one. Really like deconstructing the idea of nuclear family or of the fact that children can't live with their parents as adults while still being independent. Also it just makes sense? And it's heartwarming to think that Fukuzawa, the lone wolf with no friends of relations, now lives in a happy and lively household.

Unpopular opinion: Yosano existing isn't enough to beat the bsd being sexist allegations, I'm so sorry everyone I wish that was the case.

Song i associate with them: Kilmer by Niru Kajitsu, I just wish I didn't (个_个) There's even a beautiful fanart of Yosano in the style of the Kilmer pv here. Also Fräulein=Biblioteca by nyanyannya, just based on vibes alone (the purple butterflies!!), to mention something a little less depressing lol.

Favorite picture of them:

Favourite panel from the manga:

(Took me like. One hour to pick just one. She's always stunning in Harukawa's art style.)

Favourite illustration:

Favourite illustration in the anime art style:

Favourite Mayoi card:

Send me a character?

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there's something about the aquarium mayoi chuuya card that is so endearing to me. compared to all of his other cards, it's probably the least flashiest- but there's something about seeing chuuya in casual clothes like that brown jacket and dolphin necklace is so...wholesome? to me? we rarely ever get to see him in actual, non working clothes (he's not even wearing his hat in this one!!) and while i know that technically the aquarium cards has other pm members aswell, I'd like to think that this is what chuuya looks like in his off days. maybe he does like to go to aquariums and look at the fishes on his own, or go to a cafe and indulge himself in some sweets. idk. i just really like that card 🥲

Anon this is my favourite Chuuya mayoi card. I love him so much. And yeah it’s a good outfit I think! Look at him!

I wonder, do you know about the short story that goes with it? Idk who wrote it for the game but it’s here if you want to check it out. Basically Elise and Mori are going to the aquarium so Chuuya is there to cover them. The Akutagawa siblings are also there but in a separate part of the building (there’s another story that focuses on them too!). It kind of hurts me in a way, because Chuuya is unable to relax. He’s on threat mode close to the entire time, even hanging back so it doesn’t look like he’s associated so he can better watch over them from a distance, before Elise grabs him and kind of forces him to enjoy himself. He spots some people moving boxes in the shadows and becomes immediately suspicious of illegal activities (he’s… right actually, as Mori later reveals - another point for intelligent Chuuya as he figured it out in a few seconds of observing) but he really is looking constantly for anyone who might want to hurt Mori and Elise to the point where he’s even a little jumpy and it’s just… :(

And then there’s this dialogue in the middle of it. Whoever wrote this, I just want to talk. —

Nakahara Chuuya: (As long as they're in here, they get fed every day, and they don't have any natural enemies. Must be peaceful.)

Nakahara Chuuya: (...)

Nakahara Chuuya: (But... A water tank has its limits, it can't compete with the real thing.)

Nakahara Chuuya: (These fish don't know the freedom of swimming far off into the ocean.)

Nakahara Chuuya: (I wonder which one makes them happier.)

Nakahara Chuuya: (...)

Nakahara Chuuya: (... Whatever, no use getting sentimental over a bunch of fish.)

—

How dare they. Truthfully though, in my mind this is peak Chuuya behaviour, to think deeply about something that is not at all analogous to him and his situation in any way and then shut that down real fast because he has “other things to think about”. Sigh.

This got away from me. Anyways anon I love this card too. It’d be nice to think of him doing something casual for once. Maybe one day he will be able to enjoy things like that a little more. I hope so. :)

#thanks for the ask!#bsd #bsd mayoi #bsd chuuya #storyrambles

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hybeboyenthusisast · 17 days

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➺ nineteen (the end)

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a/n: not too happy with this smau and how it turned out, but you can look forward to the teacher!babydaddy!soobin smau that I will begin working on soon. My permanent taglist is open, so if you would like to join, send an ask/message/or comment! Thank you so much for the support, I hope to see some of you lovely readers again in the future!

With college parties, the concept of being late was almost nonexistent. If you showed up at 8 pm, 12 am, or sometimes even 3 am, you'd find your chosen party stuffed full of sweaty bodies, loud music, and alcohol spilling all over the place. Parties on this campus seemed to never end, but maybe that was because you tended to not remember how they ended.

While you were aware that arriving at 9 pm to the party at whatever-whoever fraternity house was not considered late, you knew before Beomgyu even opened his mouth that he would spout some nonsense about you being so late that the party was over.

He was right, as you had promised you were right behind him when he left for the party at 7. You lied.

As soon as you left your dorm, you went straight to the Alpha Phi fraternity house. Seeing as most of the members were already at the party or busy doing their own thing, there was a semblance of privacy for you and your new boyfriend.

Two hours later, with your makeup and hair redone, dress put back into place, you were hoping your brother would be tipsy enough to not notice the blue and purple splotches along your collarbone.

"Everyone's gonna see," You had reminded Soobin in a whiny tone while he sucked on your skin. He had popped off with a wet sound, smirking at you.

"That's the point," Soobin practically growled. "Want everyone to know you're mine."

Now as you entered the party, Soobin's arm around your waist, it was obvious that he had accomplished exactly that. You found yourself musing over the fact that even at a party, nobody had anything better to do than whisper about the two of you.

"Hey, you made it!" Jay patted Soobin on the shoulder, pushing a red solo cup in his hand. "I don't know what Han put in this, but it's nasty. Enjoy."

You laughed as Soobin sniffed the drink, scrunching his noise up at the smell. You took the cup from his hand, bringing it to your lips with no hesitation. Jay barked out a laugh while Soobin's jaw dropped, the two of them watching you drink whatever was in the cup.

You shrugged, "Better than half the shit Beomgyu mixes together. He's a shit bartender."

Soobin shakes his head in wonder, Jay having wandered off already. "You're crazy, baby."

You grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the middle of the house. The kitchen had to be somewhere, after all. While you were able to drink the crap Jay had pawned off on you, you and Soobin both deserved a good drink.

Beomgyu's screams instantly had your attention, turning in the direction they came from. Even if the music was blasting, you could unfortunately hear your twin far easier than others. Twin thing, perhaps, or maybe survival instincts. One moment you were holding Soobin's hand, the next you were squished up against Beomgyu's chest as he cradled you.

"What the fu-" You began saying before he fully smushed your face against his chest. You swatted at him, pushing him away so you could breathe.

"I missed you, where were you? Why are you so late? Did you get lost?" Your brother had definitely consumed more alcohol than you expected.

Soobin stood awkwardly to the side as he watched you and your brother interact. He and Beomgyu still weren't super friendly, but both had begun making the effort to get along. "Can I have my girlfriend back?"

Beomgyu shook his head, trying to hold onto you as you untangled yourself from his grasp. "Gyu, you need to learn how to share," you flicked his nose.

Soobin snickered at Beomgyu's loud cry of protest, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I'll grab us some drinks, baby, I'll be right back."

The entire time Soobin was in the kitchen, refusing to try anything mixed together by Han, you and your brother were squabbling like children. You hadn't even realized Soobin was taking longer than it took to get drinks, not until he returned to your field of vision with a girl hanging onto his arm.

Soobin was incredibly uncomfortable. He had only left you to get drinks, preferably ones not mixed by Han, and found himself cornered by two girls he had never seen in his life.

"Soobin, what are you doing all alone? Did your plaything leave you?" One of the girls pouted in fake sympathy, placing her hand on his arm.

The other girl joined in, "We can keep you company, Soobinnie, doesn't that sound fun?"

Soobin eyed the scantily clad pair cautiously, trying to think of a way to run away and return to you as quickly as possible. He didn't want to push them out of his way in case one of them accidentally got hurt, but he really just wanted to be back by your side. "You're in my way. My girlfriend is waiting for me."

The girls both laughed, moving closer to Soobin. "Be real, she's not your girlfriend. You hate her, everyone knows that," one of them said with an eyeroll.

"Why did you lie about her being with you? We all know that isn't true," the other chimed in.

Soobin sighed, feeling his frustration building. They had a point; it did seem like a lie that he had slept with the one person he so publicly hated, even coming to her defense. But it was true, and Soobin only cared if you knew that. "My relationship is none of your business. Yn and I had a difficult past but we have been able to work through it and move onto something better. It's really sad that the two of you have such empty lives that you have nothing better to do than attempt to ruin someone else's. Good luck with that."

Soobin had broken free, leaving the girls stunned as he pushed past them, frustrated by their comments. He was fine if people wanted to gossip about him, but he wanted you to be left out of it. Drinks in hand, he was finally on his way back to your side.

He was sipping his own drink as he approached the arguing twins, quietly wondering what you were fighting over now, when one of the irritating girls returned. She latched onto his arm, walking alongside him as he moved.

This is when you noticed, a frown instantly forming on your face. Beomgyu's whines quieted as he noticed the shift in your behavior, turning to see what you were looking at. His frown matched your own, watching as Soobin spoke to the girl attached to his side.

You had no idea what was going on; surely Soobin wasn't running off with another girl, so what was going on? The girl looked far too cozy, fluttering her eyelashes as she stared up at Soobin. You and Beomgyu made your way over, pushing through the groups of people in the way.

"Hi baby, what took you so long?" You asked Soobin cheerfully, completely ignoring the girl on his side. Soobin was still tense, trying to pull his arm out of the girl's grasp, but he looked more relaxed with your presence. "This one mine?" You pointed at one of the cups, taking it from him before he could respond. With one of his hands finally free, he pried the girl's grip off his arm, instantly moving towards you.

Beomgyu stepped in, immediately questioning the girl in a way that he knew would annoy her and get her to leave. Soobin grabbed your hand, leading you to the backyard.

"You alright, honey?" You asked him, cupping his cheek and gently rubbing your thumb against his cheek as he leaned against the side of the house.

Soobin sighed, leaning into your touch. "Yeah, I was cornered by that girl and her friend, asking me the stupidest questions. Guess people are gossiping about us, but we shouldn't care what they say. You know how I feel about you, you know this is real."

You stood on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "I know, baby. Whatever happens, we face it together, yeah?"

Soobin nodded in agreement, pulling you in by your hips. "I won't lie, though, the idea of really showing off that you're my girl, is really hot."

You laughed, kissing his cheek. "Let's go put on a show, then."

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eisa-core · 1 year

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Episode 1 - Ready to time off

SEVENTEEN visits the forest in the middle of a hectic tour around the world!

Can the woods offer them a refreshing retreat?

15 october 2022

It's only been a day since Seventeen landed in Korea from Singapore for a leg of the Be The Sun Tour, and without unpacking their bags, they were ready to film the second season of In The Soop. They felt the stress and consequently also the pressure of not being able to deliver entertaining content but once they boarded the bus in the direction of their residence, their eyes closed on their own without giving too much thought to what to do or say, but only to total relaxation.

2:00 pm

«Hyejin-ah, wake up, we're here we have to get off» - Jeonghan's soft voice shook her from her dream. All along the journey she had managed to sleep, and she wasn't the only one: Jun, Minghao, Mingyu and Joshua had also fallen asleep on the way.

When she looked up, she noticed a breathtaking landscape outside; lots of trees and clean water reflecting the sunlight. It was a really healing atmosphere.

«I'll take that» - Minghao took the bag from her hands to hold it, and she thanked him with a smile. «Wow! Looks like we're the only ones here»

[ We did all of this for you Seventeen! ]

«Where should we go first? Shall we look at the rooms?» - Seungcheol took a stance gathering everyone beside him and all 13 nodded, following him to the entrance of the sleeping area. «Daisy, this room only has one bed, you can take it!» - Seungcheol saw the first room and immediately thought of the only girl in the group, who was still too tired and gave a thumbs up in response.

Half an hour later they were all already doing something else: Seungkwan and Minghao taking pictures of the sky; Woozi, Joshua, Hoshi and Dino in the gym and the rest in the dining room waiting for the chef par excellence to cook something.

«Mingyu, are you making fried dumplings?» - Vernon asked him setting plates and chopsticks on the table, «Alright, anything else?» - Without complaining Mingyu was already in the kitchen catering to the members' needs. «Whatever you want! I could eat the table too» - Daisy licked the tip of her chopsticks feeling her belly growl.

«I brought some sauce too» - Junhui entered the kitchen with something he had already prepared, and memories of when he brought the hot pots in the first season came back to everyone's mind. «Where are the others?»- «I know they're at the gym, Woozi wants to get paid as a personal trainer»- Dokyeom laughed but it was all true. «I'd rather dance Hit 10 times in a row than have a gym session with Woozi» - Seungcheol replied imagining the effort the others were making. «Oh and Jeonghan is having Japanese lessons» - he continued «Huh??? I thought I was your favourite Japanese teacher, I feel betrayed» - Daisy spoke «To me you always will be, aishiteru» - Dokyeom sent her a heart with his fingers making her giggle.

5:00 pm

«Who wants to go to the lake with me?» - Minghao asked once they finished eating and cleaning the table. «Me!» - Seungkwan and Daisy raised their hands at the same time and a few minutes later they were sitting by the lake playing with rocks, precisely creating a tower with them.

In the back, Seungcheol and Mingyu could be heard arguing over who scared away the fish they had caught.

«The sky is so beautiful» - Seungkwan couldn't stop taking pictures «So are you Kwanie» - Daisy complimented him knowing how much she enjoyed Seungkwan's embarrassed reaction to such comments «Mhh I don't think so. I think I was trained too much on how others might see me. I wasn't like this when I was young.» - Kwan spoke, not taking his eyes off the sky as Minghao and Daisy listened attentively. « I used to goof off before I was a trainee, then I started to hear a lot of 'you don't look cool enough's”»- Minghao took a long breath «You've been worrying about pictures ever since. Like coming out looking good, being cool and all. You do it to get good reactions from the fans but you shouldn't care so much. Why do you need others' acceptance? Seungkwan-ah, it's OK for you to do what you like, without having to please someone because you feel like it's your duty.» - He finished by going to put an arm behind his shoulder. «Minghao is right, as always» - Daisy added and stood up to hug Seungkwan as well. «We love you.»

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Gaon as Your Boyfriend 💖

Bulleted list, fluff

Word Count: 2,289

Requested by two different anons :)

[A/n: Sorry, these took forever but I wanted to be in the right headspace to write these because these require a lot of research and a soft heart!]

Unlike the members we’ve looked at before, his Venus is in Capricorn, an earth element. [Just like his sun sign!] And it’s located in his tenth house as well as his midheaven! This really points to him being well-liked in his profession! But onto the love factors: Tend to love deeply rather than openly, are extremely loyal, and are practical in love. Not a fan of flings if you’re with him. He wants to be with you for a long time!

So!

Unlike the other boys you would meet at your shared workplace, Studio J. You’re getting acquainted with how this place runs since you’re the new front desk manager. Everyone pitches in teaching you the ropes of how to work the computers and who’s who. The six of them walk in for their practice, and your boss would go, “Oh, (Y/n)! This is Xdinary Heroes!” You look up and memorize their faces so they can’t catch you off guard when they walk in. A big part of your job is knowing who to let in and whatnot. You bow lower than them, and Gunil excitedly introduces everyone, and you can’t help but be stunned by Gaon or Jiseok as he reintroduces himself to you. Because wow, he was good-looking and cute?

That’s how your first meeting with him goes, and you expect you won’t see much of them other than polite exchanges at maximum.

After a week of greeting him and learning the ropes of the job, he starts coming up to your desk to talk about something random, whether it was the weather outside or the newly installed vending machines in the hall.

And you can’t seem to get enough of these interactions, always looking forward to 12:10 pm on the clock when he comes in and at 7:00 pm when he knows your shift ends.

It makes your heart race just that much more, but you push that down, looking forward to being his friend first.

It’s a few weeks of this back and forth before the questions get deeper such as, “What was your favorite subject in school?” “Oh, Science and you?” “Oh, really! Me too!” And that would lead to you guys exchanging numbers and getting to know each other more.

Whenever you guys had free time, you’d text each other back and forth, getting to know each other even more. “If I was a lizard, would you still be my friend?” He asks, and you can’t help but shake your head and laugh, “Yeah, would you still be my friend if I was a bearded dragon?” He quickly fires back, “You better believe it!”

That statement cause you to let out a little giggle, unaware of your coworker approaching, “Who’s got you all smiley?” One of your coworkers asks, and you can’t help but blush, “Uh, no one special.” They grin at you, “They must be special to be getting such a reaction out of you.” And that’s when it would hit you. You really have it bad for him. And now you have to figure out how to express it to him.

Because his Venus is in Capricorn, he can have a harder time expressing his emotions. That’s because this placement makes them challenging! So you have to be patient with him, but if you’re observant, you’ll know he likes you well before he tells you!

Or his band mates will figure it out first with him after being asked, “Why are you going to lunch right now?” And goes into a frenzy and blabbers, “I uh-well, um, it’s just my mom– yeah, my mom called and wanted me to have lunch with her on the phone– And well! I gotta go, duty calls and all that!” The man has never been this flustered. In his life as he races to the cafeteria to share his first lunch with you.

The five of them don't believe that he’s ‘talking to his mom’ so they decide to confront him about it. After they send Hyeongjun, the least suspicious member, out there, he sees the two of you sitting across one another talking, and he recognizes you as the front desk person and quickly reports back. Gunil knowing none of them will get any meaningful practice--while they’re waiting for Jiseok to return from his lunch--has them all wait on his return.

The reason for your little lunch meetup, you may be asking? You started talking about music, and since it’s his absolute passion. It’s a conversation he has to have face to face with you.

After grabbing your lunches, you settle down across from each other. And Jiseok asks you who’s your favorite band. And as you talk about B/n, he can’t get enough wanting to know everything about why that band is your favorite. And what songs to listen to so he could fall in love with them. You ask him about what got him into music, and he tells you about Green Day, and you can’t help but make mental notes about them as he rambles on about them. He catches himself going on a tangent and turns red. He starts to stop before you shake your head and motion for him to continue, and he can’t help but continue, and your heart falls faster with each word he speaks.

Meanwhile, in the practice room, the five bandmates are waiting [albeit impatiently] for Jiseok to return. “What’s taking so long? It’s been longer than an hour!” Jooyeon whines and Jungsu shrugs, “Matters of the heart take a long time,” which causes Jooyeon to whine that it's such an old-school way of doing things. Gunil rolls his eyes, “Let’s just talk to him about it, okay?” Which causes them to all be in agreement.

You guys are so enraptured in each other that you don’t even realize that’s been an hour. And that both of your lunch times are up. It isn’t until you get a text from your coworker who wants to go on their break that you realize it’s been an hour.

The two of you pout as you clean up and part ways with a promise that you’ll have lunch together tomorrow.

Jiseok comes back in, all giddy, not noticing the five sitting in wait. When he does, he goes, “Hey,... what’s this all for?” As he sees the five of them sitting in front of the entrance, “Is the big boss man coming or something?” He asks, and it’s Hyeongjun, who states, “That certainly wasn’t your mom sitting across from you in the cafeteria.” He gulps and scratches the back of the neck. And Jooyeon pitches in and goes, “Yeah! They’re good-looking, and you better make a move before someone else does!” He had recently just realized he had feelings for you. And he certainly is nowhere near ready to ask you out on a date.

“Well, uh-uh. They’re my friend, and we’re just talking.” Jungsu quickly realizes what’s going on, and before the boys can continue their reign, he goes, “Well, if that’s all they are, then we should drop it, right guys?” With a slight head nod, they all grumble out an agreement. But it doesn’t stop the lingering questions running through the other’s minds.

The second lunch with you goes swimmingly, as he tells you stories about the boys and his dorm life. And you tell him all about your roommates in your apartment.

“Someone’s got to make a move, right?” Jooyeon asks Gunil, who goes, “I sure hope so.”

It’s your third lunch together, and Jiseok shows up early with your usual lunch set out for you, and you thank him. And he smiles and tries to be all cool by leaning on his arm and not thinking about his coat being made of fleece, it slips right off the linoleum table, and he drops his drink all over the table. And you laugh as you quickly grab some napkins and help him clean up. You get up and get him another drink before returning, “You good?” He turns redder than a tomato, “Yeah, yeah. Thanks.” You shrug, “It’s no problem.”

He’s so cute in your eyes, and that’s when you realize that today would be a perfect day to confess, “This might be too soon, but I think I like you as more than a friend.” If he wasn’t red before now, he’s beet red as he goes, “Really?” You nod with a blush coating your cheeks, and he sighs out of relief, looks up at the ceiling, and goes, “Thank you, whoever is up there." Before looking at you, he tells you with a brilliant smile on his face, “Because I like you a lot too.” And it’s him. Who suggests going to a movie theater around the corner for your first official date.

He rushes to the studio to tell them all about his date on Saturday, and they can’t help but be proud of him. And help him prepare for the date as well.

He picks you up from your apartment, and you walk to the theater together, discussing which movie you’re both seeing. And the two of you settle on the cheesy action movie and buy a big popcorn bowl and two drinks.

You two bump hands ever so often before you decide to hold his hand. That’s covered in grease and popcorn kernels just like yours. The two of you laugh, although there's nothing funny on screen. Just giddy from holding each other’s hands for the first time. Although the other moviegoers weren’t too happy with you guys, they didn’t say anything.

Once the two of you leave the theater, not having caught a moment of it, being too absorbed in each other. You go to drop Jiseok off, and you guys have yet to let go of each other’s hands–since you two washed them in the theater’s restroom, of course, to get the grease off–swinging hands back and forth. And see what type of hand-holding you two like most. [It ended up being the interlocked fingers handhold!]

You drop him off at his dorm, and he pulls you in for a giant hug that the two of you can’t seem to let go of. It isn’t until an ‘ahem’ interrupts the moment by scaring the daylights out of Jiseok and you. It’s Gunil, “I expected you to drop him off at 10 pm, not 10:02 pm. You’re late.” You both giggle at him. And it causes Gunil to laugh and has the two of you laughing harder. He leaves you two to have your little moment together. And you kiss him on his forehead before telling him you’ll meet him for lunch on Monday.

The lunch dates never stop, but they’ve changed a bit, with Jiseok waiting outside for you.

You know his routine by now and know he’s about a foot away from the main desk. And decide to surprise him.

And there he is, waiting with his leg propped up, acting all cool. And so you sneak up and surprise him, “Hi baby!” And he jumps out of his skin before recoiling fast and gaining his cool again. “Hey, baby!” Before pulling you into his arms and giving you a tight hug. “You got me,” you giggle, “I know.” And the two of you keep your arms around each other as you make your way into the lunch room.

Anyways!

Onto your relationship and the dynamics!

Jiseok is in it for the long haul and wants to be with you for a long time. He doesn’t believe in hookup culture one bit. He is absolutely committed to you as you’re committed to him.

As I've said before, he is very into PDA, although he may act as though he is opposed. He always wants to hold you or receive as many kisses as he gives. He loves every type of hug! If he can hold you, or you hold him, he’s in 7th heaven.

He always has to have his arm around you because he loves being near you. And when you cuddle, he loves being swaddled by you. If you pull him into your lap, he will be absolute putty in your hands.

Absolutely all giggly

If one of the boys comes around during a cuddle session, he’ll get all quiet and embarrassed. And the easiest way to get him back is to kiss his neck, and he’ll either be a puddle or be mock ‘offended’ before turning around and kissing your cheek.

When it comes to arguments or problems in the relationship, he always does his best to solve them before they even arise. Like say he isn’t cuddling you enough, and you hint at it, and he’ll solve it *snaps* like that. And if he has a problem, he’ll confront you before it can escalate or build up.

Because he doesn’t want your relationship to end over something trivial, he wants to be with you for a long time [if not forever]. He is in it for the long haul and sees a future with you. He wants to do everything he can to make it last.

For dates, you have the regular lunch dates [unless otherwise due to scheduling], and at least once a month, you guys do a more formal date.

Whether it’s trying something new together like rollerskating or something as simple as birdwatching, as long as the two of you are together, you're both content.

I should mention he absolutely enjoys kisses as much as hugs and wants them a lot he’s very affectionate, so be very doting with him.

He’s an absolute sweetheart who is silly, but please take care of him, okay? And love him forever. Okay?

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