Say My Name

Three years ago was Mariupol Theatre.

We still do not know for sure how many people died there. Mainly children and their parents. Something around 600 people? 1000? I dunno. A lot.

Some russian pilot saw word "CHILDREN" written outside and decided it was a perfect place to bomb. Just like they did with maternity hospital. And other places that mainly housed civilians who were unable or unwilling to leave their city (because it was their home, you know)

...

Honestly, I cannot think of something smart to say. I feel kinda numb. I remember that day. I was in Czech. A few days after I saw a memorial outside.

Here it is

I dunno. I just. I cannot forgive. It's not like anybody is asking for forgivness though. Almost every night in Ukraine is a night of terror. And occupied territories do not know peace at all, it seems.

WHEN Y/N ASK THEM IF THEY COULD SPEAK ENGLISH

MIKEY: *STARES DEEPLY TO YOUR SOUL UNTIL YOU LEAVE*

SANZU: DAI YU MAZAFAKKA!!!

(DIE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!)

KAKUCHO: NO I KENTTO

(NO I CAN’T)

KOKONOI: ^SHOWS OFF HIS BRITISH ACCENT^ starts talking about Britain’s economy.

RAN: DESUPAITO OVU MAI GUTTO RUKKUSU, I KENTO AKUZUARY SUPIKU INGURISHU

(Despite of my good looks, I can’t actually speak English.)

RINDOU: WATTO IZU INGURISHU?

(WHAT IS ENGLISH?)

TAKEOMI: Ignores you.

MOCHI: 死ねカス (Die piece of shit)

i accidentally wrote romantic fluff with Sanzu.............. and i don't even love Sanzu............. wtf how did it happen?...............

You should totally make a 2nd part for 'Taiyaki for the Soul' it was so good

Hi there 💙💛

 Thank you for your request.

Due to the popular demand, I decided to give it a go.

Again, I would like to stress out. I’m not good with 2nd parts. If I write something as a one-shot it usually does not turn out good when I add a 2nd part, but I’m a people pleaser, so here it is. 😊 I hope you will enjoy it. 

@ninabellaka, @ajmiila02, @royalmuffinsworld

Attention: Please read PART 1 first!

Title: Taiyaki for the Soul PART 2

Pairing: Manjiro x Reader 

Genre: Fluff |Warning: some angst since I chose Bonten Mikey | Words: 4.8K 

‘Not again,’ you heard your cashier groan loudly all the way from the register into the small back kitchen where you were finishing your daily cleanup.

Drying your hand in the towel, you peeked out from your spot making sure you wouldn’t be seen by the customers who were picking something at the counter nearby. 

Your cashier, a middle-aged woman, you grew to find essential in your line of work since she dealt with your customers so swiftly and well, noticed you and came closer, ‘It happened again. I pick up, and I know they’re there, but once I speak they end the call.’

You offered her a small smile and shrugged your shoulders, ‘Maybe, they wrote the number wrong and didn’t want to waste your time.’

She shook her head not impressed by the idea at all before she returned to the register as the customers already made their choice and wanted to buy some of your snacks. 

You returned to the small kitchen putting the towel away thinking. 

Mikey-kun, was that you?

It had been over a month since the man with short silver hair and empty eyes came into your back kitchen and baked taiyaki with you. And despite trying not to bring your hopes up because he didn’t promise you anything, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Being a shy baker in Tokyo, there weren’t many if any interesting things happening in your life and although you tried to look at the bright side of this as it was a good thing, you couldn’t seem to settle your mind or your heart. 

Every time, you heard the small shop phone ring, you paused your movements on the dough and held your breath. 

Mikey-kun, is that you?

You couldn’t keep the phone with you as your hands were always covered in flour or some other ingredients, and you wouldn’t want to get it dirty. All you could do was hold your breath and eavesdrop on your cashier as she either spoke with a customer or once again groaned when the call was cut short. 

Of course, your heartbeat speeded up every time, she did groan and you quickly tried to get to the phone yourself just in case, but every time you did you were both left confused as the number was hidden and impossible to dial back. 

‘That’s very bizarre,’ said your cashier, and you agreed with her quietly.

At night, alone inside your bed upstairs, you wondered, if it truly was your mystery tattooed taiyaki-lover. Your fantasy took you to all kinds of scenarios, but again, you were a rather ordinary baker, so everything too out of the ordinary seem like you were trying to be more interesting than you truly were. It should frighten you, and it did because he was still a stranger, but at the same time you could still picture how happy he looked talking to you. And that small fact, that it was you who made him look that way overshadowed any doubts you might have had before.

Sighing, in the present time, you put the towel on the pile for you to carry them upstairs to wash later tonight.

The idea made you scold a bit as it truly underlined just how much of an ordinary person you were. It had to be why you were clinging so much to the idea of Mikey ever coming back. Those few hours with him were the most you felt like you did something outside your comfort zone in… well… ever. Even if it was just doing your favorite activity and talking. He was a stranger, who appeared outside your shop and as bizarre as it was, who you dragged inside and taught how to bake taiyaki all the while talking as if you were on a date close friends.

You swallowed feeling a bit embarrassed and mentally scolding yourself for even thinking that. He was a stranger. An interesting stranger with haunting dark eyes, who would have kissed you if you didn’t stop him. 

A stranger with a story that keeps me up at night.

You waited for your cashier to finish as you always did and then proceed to clean up the front shop and prepare it for another day. It was a routine now. One which you were so used to, you would probably get insomnia if you didn’t end up doing it every day. 

You cleaned up, check all the doors and windows if they were locked, and started to go upstairs when it happened. 

The sound of the phone ringing coming from downstairs was almost as loud as thunder in the silence of your building, and you moved before you could stop yourself, rushing back toward the counter and hitting your ankle against its side in the process. 

You hissed but managed to snatch the phone before it finished and called out breathlessly partly still in shock and partly with hope, ‘M-mikey-kun?!’

You caught your breath feeling like a fool for doing so. The eagerness felt almost pathetic, and still, it could not be helped. Even the off chance, that it might be him was enough to keep you going.

You don’t know if it’s even him. 

He’s a stranger. 

Please, let it be him. 

There was a soft almost breathless chuckle, and your heart skipped a bit, ‘Sounds like you missed me.’

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath a smile pushing against your lips before you could even stop it.

You lied so poorly, ‘Just a little bit.’

He hummed, and you wondered if he could tell, and if he was smiling just a little bit too, and if he was the person who constantly called hoping you would pick up, and if he wanted to come again, and if…

You sighed and covered your closed eyes with your palm feeling your heart speed up as you giggled.

There was a sound, something like a gasp or a deep hoarse inhale, you couldn’t be sure, but in the next moment he spoke, ‘Are you busy today?’

‘No,’ you answered all too quickly and honestly. 

‘Oh, that’s not a very cool response,’ he teased you a bit, but before you could answer, he spoke again almost like he didn’t want you to overthink it or grow upset about it, ‘Can I come over? I…I have a few hours to spare, and I…,’ his voice grew softer and quieter, but still loud enough for you to hear, ‘I want to make taiyaki with you again. Can I?’

You smiled to yourself at how tender the question sounded almost like he was a child asking if he could have another sweet, ‘Yes, Mikey-kun. When will you come?’

‘Thirty minutes,’ he said, and you quickly started to walk to the front, ‘Alright, I will keep the door unlocked for you and turn on the oven again-’

‘DON’T!’ he said all too quickly and sharply almost making you think he was talking to someone else and panic before he spoke again, this time much quieter than before, ‘Don’t unlock it until I’m there.’

You paused waiting if he would continue, and to your surprise, he did only sounding, even more, quieter than before now, ‘It’s dark, and anyone could be on the streets now.’

Your chest expanded with the warmth from feeling touched by his concerns at the same time as it ached because it sounded like he knew what could happen in the dark when anyone could be walking the streets. 

Still, you nodded even if he couldn’t see you and returned to the small kitchen where you wouldn’t be seen to prepare the over and ingredients, ‘It’s alright. Call me when you’re outside, I will go and unlock the door for you then.’

He seemed to relax at your words, ‘I will hold you up to that.’

You did just that. You prepared the red beans pasta as well as other flavors to spice it up and the dough before you took a seat on a stool waiting for Mikey to call your business number again. 

Only once the phone rang, did you rush to the front door. 

Your eyes caught his shadowy figure because of a nearby streetlight, and even before you opened the door, you could tell, he was looking at you through the glass window. 

‘Hi,’ you said as you stepped aside to let him in. 

Only when he stepped inside, and you properly saw him from the light coming from your back kitchen, did you finally realize a part of you almost believed he wasn’t really in the first place? It was easy to understand why. It seemed too bizarre to have happened in the first place. For shy hard to communicate with others, you, to bring someone into your shop and spend hours with them talking like you were good old friends? It was almost unimaginable, but here he was. 

He looked the same as last time. Exactly the same. His clothes were dark, and a bit depressing, and if you didn’t know better, you would assume they were the same ones. Everything from the dark loose pants and black thin sweater to the flip-flops that made him look like he stepped out from his apartment nearby for a smoke.

His face looked the same too. You almost forgot, how he looked. How hauntingly handsome he looked even if there were dark circles under his eyes and this aura around him like he needed to be held or stayed the far away from. People often forgot new faces, but even so, you were certain until the day, you would die, you would forever remember his dark empty eyes that threatened to suck you in and drown you if weren’t too careful. 

Your throat felt dry, and you looked away from his lazy yet intense gaze noticing there was something different about him. 

‘What’s that?’ you asked motioning to the simple white plastic bag that so leisurely hung from his wrist.

It seemed he needed to blink at you before he glanced down as well as if he forgot he had the bag with him and shrugged his shoulders, ‘I figured if you wouldn’t let me pay, the least I could do was bring some goods to cover those we will use.’

Your lips curled into a smile, ‘That’s a very sweet thought,’ you said honestly feeling touched that he would think up something like this, ‘Thank you, Mikey-kun. It was really thoughtful of you.’

He looked at your face again and seemed almost less exhausted now with something close to life radiating from his dark eyes as they kept looking at your face, ‘It’s nothing. You make big deals out of small things, you know?’

‘Not true,’ you said a bit stubbornly and far too quickly, but it seemed to have lightened up his mood some more because he chuckled, ‘Yes, yes, my sister would have the same face you do whenever I teased her of such things.’

You thought someone else might have felt self-aware that he saw something from his sister in you, but the idea made you smile because the way he spoke about her before and now showed that he truly cared for her, ‘It’s only normal to be upset when you’re being teased, Mikey-kun. Let’s get started, alright?’

He followed you to the back already familiar with the surroundings immediately changing into the spare slippers you laid out before and reaching for the spare pink apron, ‘Can you tie it for me?’

You chuckled a bit since he once again looked a bit like a child when he asked it like that, but you still quickly went behind him and tied the apron with a single bow behind him momentarily taking a moment to steal another look at his tattoo.

He glanced at the piece of fabric with a fond face before you brought him to the sink and helped him properly wash his hands noticing how he let you do almost everything for him making it impossible to feel like you were being too pushy. 

‘I like when you do that,’ he said suddenly as if he could read your mind.

Your eyes blinked and looked over at his, ‘What?’

His smile was small and soft, the kind he had before when he was reminiscing about his past, ‘Kenchin always took care of me like this. He would tie my shoes and feed me if I asked him to.’

You rose your eyebrows upon hearing, ‘He sounds like a really good friend and person.’

‘The best,’ he agreed, but then something about his softness stopped, and he looked at you turning that softness into something even sweeter but more intense, ‘Don’t worry, you’re pretty great too. But you need to try harder if you want to be my number one caretaker. You should feed me taiyaki right into my mouth this time,’ he said and opened his mouth pointing a finger inside. 

The teasing got to you, and you laughed embarrassed shoving him weakly, ‘No, thanks, I rather stay second best.’

The amusement behind his dark eyes was evident enough, but it helped when he let out a small chuckle and got to the counter, ‘So, can you remind me a bit? I didn’t really repeat what you taught me at home.’

You giggled but nodded and pointed to what he needed to do next. He caught on easily, but it seemed he really liked when others helped him out because he often asked you to direct his hands and check things for him all the while talking about his childhood, friends, and family again. 

‘Say,’ you said at one point while you were finishing another batch waiting for the first one to finish in the oven, ‘Was it you who kept on calling and hanging up?’

Your heart was in your throat as you asked. You didn’t want to upset the young man who seemed to be even in a better mood than he was last time. Even if your previous encounter was brief in the grand scheme of things, it seemed like he wasn’t like this as often as he should be as he could be, and something about that made you try harder to keep the mood light and casual than you ever did for anyone else. Yet, it shocked you after a while how easy it seemed to have happened. Even if you were essentially still strangers, with the baked goods smell and warmth around you, it was impossible to be anything but in a good and light mood.

And with such a good mood, you probably felt like you could keep it going no matter what you would say or do so you asked. 

You knew it was partly a mistake even before Mikey’s hands visibly paused and a look of absolute emptiness passed his face, but once it did you felt so much worse.

Your hand instinctively reached out and touched his cover by the apron chest so you wouldn’t dirty his dark clothes, ‘I’m sorry.’

His eyes blinked, and it was as if whatever he was thinking a moment was forgotten and his mind cleared up before he looked over at you and then your hand on him. 

Self-aware and embarrassed you pulled it away and started to work again, ‘I just wanted to say. I’m happy, you called,’ you admitted feeling even more embarrassed, but at the same time feeling you wanted to take his mind off whatever crossed it before, ‘I did miss baking taiyaki with you.’

His entire face softened and a small smirk pulled against his lips, ‘Ah, careful, I will think you’re only using me as free help.’

You grinned hoping to chase your humiliation away, ‘Don’t say that, Mikey-kun. I pay you well with delicious taiyaki after all.’

‘Half of which I make,’ he pointed out and stepped closer to your side before you felt his lips whisper far too close to your ear, ‘You should give me something sweeter to keep me working hard for you, you know?’

You covered your ear on instinct as you felt his breath against it feeling your whole face warm up. 

He seemed to take great pleasure from this as he was smiling rather pleased with himself when you glanced at him again as he returned to finish his share of the workload. 

It’s like he’s a different person.

You shook your head trying to calm down before the timer went off again, and you pulled the first batch out of the oven. 

You had to chase Mikey’s hand away so he wouldn’t get burned as he tried to snatch the treat before the two of you then finished the next batch.

‘How come this was the first time you picked up the phone?’

The question caused you to stop working for a second since a moment ago it seemed he didn’t wish to return to the topic. 

‘I work back here, so this lady who works as my cashier usually picks up the phone. My hands are always covered in something,’ you explained finishing the final fish treat and watching the young man’s next to you reactions, waiting.

‘Would you answer if you knew it was me?’ he asked sounding almost shy and his refusal to meet your gaze even if he finished his own last taiyaki assured you that he did in fact feel shy when he asked that.

You smiled a bit to yourself and put the treats on the pan before you went to put it into the oven. Knowing that your face was protected by having his back to him, you could blush freely as you admitted, ‘Maybe if you waited longer in the line, you would have found out.’

You felt your heartbeat was too fast as you were never good with this sort of flirtingif it could even be called that.

You put the batch into the oven and closed it with your back still turned to Mikey waiting until you would feel confident enough to turn around again. You wished you were brave enough to sneak a look and see if you made him flustered as much as he made you. 

But before you could find your inner peace, and not feel so hot and embarrassed, you felt a pair of strong arms move around you. 

You let out a small gasp as you found yourself pressed against a firm body and a pair of arms were hugging you around your neck keeping you close all the while you heard a soft yet needyvoice say, ‘I wanted to hear your voice. I kept on telling myself that I would just hear it, and…be done with this. But when you finally picked up…,’ he sighed and you felt his forehead rest against the back of your head all the while feeling your body was warming up not just from working in your hot back kitchen, ‘I felt so happy when I heard your voice, I wanted to see you. Warm,’ he laughed a bit and you heard his smile even if you couldn’t see it, ‘When I think of you, I feel warm and cozy. You’re like a nice fluffy dream.’

Your eyes closed as you allowed the feeling of being held like this to take over every corner of your body and change it in a way you didn’t think you cared for, but now felt you needed more than anything. It was so long since someone held you and made you feel like this. You felt like you couldn’t breathe in the best way, ‘I was happy to hear your voice too, Mikey.’

All too fast, the arms let you go, and the sudden lack of his touch was almost painful. You understood what he meant about warmth because now despite the hot working oven in your kitchen, you felt chilly out of Mikey’s hold.

When you turned around Mikey was already with his back to you standing in front of the counter and chewing on one of the already cooled-off fish-shaped goods, ‘So good.’

The mood changed, and you felt like you did something wrong, but you didn’t know what. You felt like something shifted between you now, that would cause your sweet and casual mood to be ruined with tension now.

He didn’t say anything else, just kept on eating without looking at you. Not one glance or word, and you couldn’tstand it.

It was too much. You felt like you would start to cry at any moment simply just by looking at his back turn to you. 

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

‘I-I’m sorry,’ you whispered, and your voice broke a bit at the end, ‘Whatever it is I’m sorry.’

His hand paused from taking another treat, ‘Don’t…say it like that.’

‘Like what?’

‘Like you’re hurt…because of me,’ he said quickly into the silent back kitchen, and your eyes fell to his hand again noticing how it shook mid-air, ‘I shouldn’t have come.’

Your eyes widened, and your feet moved before you could stop them. 

Fingers dug into his forearm at the same time as he made a step perhaps to simply look at you or to leave, you didn’t know, but your body felt like it couldn’t take the chance. 

Please, don’t leave just yet.

‘Why?’

His face was different than before. Different than that empty, exhausted, and lazy look he usually had. Different than those rare rays of pure joy he showed at times talking about good times from his past. Different than the amusement whenever he teased you. Different than the intensity right before he was about to lean down to your face. Different one than you ever saw.

Broken

His tongue darted out and licked his lip that moved despite no words coming out for a moment, ‘I’ll stain you.’

The only sounds in the kitchen after that were those made by the turned-on oven. 

You blinked your eyes adjusting to their normal size as you stepped closer pressing your side against his. Your body immediately started to warm up, ‘What?’

‘I’ll stain you,’ he said again as if it would explain everything, and somehow it did without revealing anything at all. 

‘You won’t,’ you said strangely calmer than you felt with your heart beating so fast. 

He shook his head and shut his lifeless eyes so tight it must have hurt before he let out a small and weak, ‘Stop.’

‘You won’t.’

‘Stop saying that!’ he snapped now rather harshly and looked at you making you see just how upset he was. Angry. You didn’t know if it was at you or himself, and strangely, you found yourself wishing it was you because you hated the idea, that he would be at himself. 

You held his arm tighter, ‘You won’t.’

‘You don’t know me,’ he broke free with ease and his dark eyes turned into daggers as they cut into your face, ‘You don’t know me! I’m a stranger! I’m…I’m a monster.’

You remained silent, but your face didn’t change. His words were desperate more than angry. He wanted to convince you. He wanted you to understand, you could tell, but it seemed he didn’t understand at all. 

‘You’re not,’ you said and saw how his lips twisted into a nasty-looking grimace before he spoke again, ‘I’m the leader of Bonten.’ 

That for once made you pause at least for a moment.

Your lips parted and a simple ‘Oh,’ fell out.

‘The hell?’ he asked looking at you in disbelief now just as the timer went off again, and you went to pick up the fresh batch from the oven and turn it off.

You gathered your thoughts as you did since this always helped you out before you set the treats aside, ‘I didn’t know you were the leader. But I figured you were a part of it.’

You looked over at Mikey. 

He remained frozen in place with his dark lifeless eyes on you and the rest of his face unreadable, ‘You knew?’ he asked or breathed out quietly, and you nodded curtly, ‘I saw your tattoo the first time we met. It’s all over the news. You should hide it better if you want to stay anonymous,’ your poor attempt at a joke didn’t land on fertile grounds, and you mentally cringed turning partly away to compose yourself. 

Mikey took a step closer to you, and you looked right at him again unafraid only embarrassed a bit by how much you wanted to look at him, ‘Then you know what I do,’ he rose his hands, ‘You know I’ll stain you. I won’t mean to,’ absolute pain shifted across his face before he shook it away with a shake of his head, ‘But I will. My family, my friends …everyone. I’m covered in it, and if I stay too close, you will get dirty too. You…you’re the first person who got me to smile and laugh in forever. You talk to me, and I feel like I’m really here with you. You’re so warm, good…,’ he kept on shaking his head, but his eyes were still on you, ‘clean, I can’t…I won’t have your blood on my hands too.’

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. So rather hesitantly because you weren’t confident when it came to these things, but you knew right now, Mikey needed you to be, you took hold of his hand. All the while your heart was beating loud enough that in the silence of your back kitchen and empty bakery. He had to be able to hear it as well. His hand was rougher than yours, but not by much. You were a baker after all. You worked with dough all your life. It didn’t feel bad to hold it or that it held you when his fingers interlocked with your own.

‘But I’ll stain you,’ he said so weakly almost like he didn’t believe it anymore. Almost like he just said it because he had to not because he wanted to. Almost as if he wanted you to tell him that he was right and let him go.

I won’t.

You swallowed your saliva and along with it your insecurities for a moment reaching your free hand over to the cooled-down and almost forgotten at this moment batch of taiyaki before picking one up. 

You felt his eyes on you the whole time as you carefully brought it in front of his mouth and with a smile, no matter, how awkward because of what you were doing you said, ‘Open up, Mikey-kun.’

His eyes were desperate, almost pleading as if asking you to reconsider, but you knew you couldn’t, not after he first appeared in your life and baked with you. Not after he took that card and called you.

You looked away for a moment, ‘I think about you at night before I fall asleep. I can’t stop,’ you licked your lips letting out all you felt inside. You were just an ordinary you, a little baker in a small shop on some random street. It wasn’t bad. You preferred it. But maybe every once in a while, you could be someone else, ‘and I don’t want to.’

There was silence for a moment before you felt Mikey’s free hand snatch your wrist. 

Your eyes shifted to his face again only to see him take a large bite out of the fish-shaped treat all the while gazing into your eyes almost like he was accepting your agreement even though you didn’t say anything out loud. 

He kept on holding your wrist all the while eating the taiyaki from your palm until all you had left were crumbs of the sweet fish. 

‘Can I kiss you now?’

‘No,’ you said immediately feeling your face growing hot and almost tearing your arms from Mikey’s hold, but he didn’t let you.

Instead, he blinked confused, ‘Why not?’

You shrugged your shoulders looking away knowing you were acting silly after all of that, but you couldn’t seem to help yourself, ‘I still don’t know you that well.’

‘You know more about me than anyone who does work with me,’ he deadpanned, but you didn’t budge, ‘I don’t even know your full name.’

He watched you for a moment almost making you look at him to see his expression, but before you would you felt him leaning toward you. 

Your heartbeat spiked, and your throat felt dry.

Even if you tried to keep your gaze off his, you could still see the lazy smirk playing across his face when he got too close to yours, ‘Sano Manjiro.’

You wished it didn’t if only to hold your ground a bit longer but hearing him say it brought a smile to your own lips. 

You rose your gaze to his excited and full-of-life eyes, ‘Okay.’

He let go of your hands in favor of taking a hold of your waist right before his face finally reached yours. 

The next day, your cashier asked for the shop phone, but you told her it was fine and kept it by your side. When it rang, even if your fingers were covered in flour or chocolate, you picked it up anyway. Careless, if you left stains on it or not.

Koniec

A.N: Thank you for taking the time to read this. I apologize for the mistakes. I hope you and your loved ones are alright. Have a lovely day. 💙💛

WHEN THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU !!

part one | part two | part three

content : gender neutral reader, fluff, not proof read 

characters : mikey, mitsuya, baji, sanzu, rindou, ran

notes : ooo i hope y’all like this one i was a nervous to post it hehe :0

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BONTEN MEN when you catch a cold because im currently sick, i need some fluff and someone to take care of me (￣ﾊ￣*)

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MIKEY: cares for you a lot, brings you his favorite food and legit gets sad if you say you don't wanna eat anything (pls eat at least a bit, don't make him sad). he absolutely will lay himself next to you even when you tell him not to because that way he'll be sick too (he'll just say he doesn't care and wants to cuddle with you)

RAN: worries a lot, but is calm and takes care of you well, as he used to take care of his brother when he got sick too. Ran is really good at it. but he says it's only because he loves you so much

RINDOU: extremely worries. like EXTREMELY. always asks if you need anything and always makes sure you have everything you might need. makes you drink lots of warm tea, covers you with lots of blankets and makes you rest a lot

SANZU: he's a drama queen. he'll panic a lot and will legit ask you if you're dying (pls, tell him you're not or he's gonna go crazy). but he also does everything you ask from him and is extremely soft during that time. though teases you just a bit ("my doll needs something? doll needs to ask me with a kiss first". smack him on his head slightly, but give him a kiss and he's all yours)

MOCHI: he looks super serious, but it's because he's worried. is really careful and soft with you when you're sick, and is really really caring. just ask him whatever you need and he'll get that. tea? warm blanket? his hugs? absolutely

KOKO: you need a pack of tissues? here, have 10 of the best quality he could find. you want some tea of a flavor you don't have at home? he'll get it. when you're sick, he'll get you everything without you even asking

KAKUCHO: he's the best. the softest, the one who takes care of you so well. brings you lots of blankets and pillows, makes you your favorite tea and snacks and you two just watch something quietly on TV, while cuddling (he gives you head kisses in the process)

TAKEOMI: is good at it. he knows everything the man might need to know about taking care of someone sick. makes you drink warm tea, have a bottle of water near with your bed (because you have to drink a lot) and gives you your favorite piece of clothes of his. a shirt? a hoodie? whatever it is, it's yours for now

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ooHHH!!! i also write fic(s) about yenna and samuel which includes jangseo (even tho I'll admit i don't really.. care abt them) and as you can see from my name my otp is gungoo akdgadjhdk i love their relationship sm if i don't write fics about them i can't breathe

ooooohh, can you give me the links to your fic(s) pls 🥺🥺 i wanna read them if i haven't yet 🤧🤧

//only if you're comfortable sharing them ofc

haha, I've read some fic(s) that had some gungoo in them, but it's definitely not my favorite ship out there, sorry 😭😭😂😅

i love their relationship, but i personally don't see them as romantical/sexual ship, they're fun tho

Could not agree more

STOP SUPPORTING rUSSIAN CULTURE, there's nothing exciting about it, they killed and tortured millions of people throughout their history, to present themselves as that "great" nation, of course the'll seem like that,when there's no one else left.

CULTURE IS POLITICS

*slaps roof of car* this bad boy can fit so many tokyo rev memes in it you don’t even know

hello! it's my first time seeing your blog and MY GOD I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT LIKE I SPENT THE WHOLE DAY READING ALL OF YOUR WORKS!! I LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE A GOD SEND

anyways, may I request bonten x a reader that has back pain? I have really bad flare-ups especially when it's cold and it has been freezing every night where I live, so on top of having sinus because of the cold, I also have to deal with back pain :(

WOW OMG THANK YOU??!!!! I am shooketh and honored, love!

You may request and I am happy to deliver! (Let me know if there was someone I missed! I took some out for the length so I wouldn't overwhelm, but if you want the other members, lemme know!)

Come Thru & Chill: Ran Haitani/ Rindou Haitani/ Takeomi Akashi/ Kakucho Hitto x Fem!Reader

wc: 800

tw: fluff

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Ran & Rindou Haitani

The brothers are a dynamic duo in and out of the fighting realm. Especially now, when they're taking such good care of you.

"You want another blanket?"

"No," you whisper, snuggling under the three Rindou has already brought you. "This is perfect."

"Are you sure?" Ran wonders, holding his share of items - a mug full of warm tea, medicine, and a box of tissues.

"I'm sure." Ran sets the items on the nightstand next to you, then sits in the chair beside the bed. Rindu takes his place at the foot of the bed, flicking on the TV and flipping through the channels until he lands on one you like - the black and white one that plays classic movies.

"This movie was good," you murmur, blowing your nose into a tissue before humming alone to the opening credits. "Have you seen it?"

"Yeah, once," Rindou replies. "But if you're recommending it, we should watch it together." Ran agrees with a simple grunt, and you three are entranced by the movie's opening scenes set in a place you'd never been.

You reckon you'd fallen asleep mid-way through because when you wake up, the two men are on either side of you and tucked under the covers. Your pain has eased considerably, and you silently thank them for their kindness with a couple of forehead kisses.

Takeomi Akashi

It's been a long day, but Takeomi is prepared for a long night when he steps into the house, rubbing his forehead.

"Babe?" Takeomi calls out, walking through the house and setting his things down where they belong. "Babe?"

"In here," you call out, and Takeomi follows the sliver of light from the hallway, his fingers loosening his tie and untucking his shirt.

"Hey, sweetheart--" He stops when he sees you grimacing in the bed, your face contorted into a painful expression. "Oh, shit."

"Just need help reaching the floor," you whisper, and Takeomi hurries to your side, reaching his hands out for you to steady yourself.

"You need the heating pad?" Takeomi wonders, his eyes glancing over at the nightstand.

"Sure," you reply and shuffle your way to the bathroom with his help. Once you're situated, Takeomi wanders back into the bedroom, pulls the heating pad out from the dresser, plugs it in, and places it right where your back would lay.

"Ready when you are." He comes back into the bathroom as you're brushing your teeth carefully. "How long has it been hurting?"

"A few hours," you admit, and Takeomi nods, biting his inner lip. It isn't long before you both trudge back to the bedroom, and he helps you into the bed, relishing in the sound of your satisfied sigh when your back hits the pillows. "Thank you, baby."

"Anytime," he coos, pulling the sheets around you and kissing your lips. "Anything for my girl."

Kakucho Hitto

"Hey, how long until you get back?" Your husband looks at his watch and then answers,

"Ten minutes."

"Okay..."

"Are you feeling alright?" Something in him tells him you're not, so he's pressing his foot down on the gas before you can answer. "I'm on my way."

When Kakucho arrives in the house, he quickly locates you beside the couch. "Hey," he whispers, crouching down so you can see his face. "Let's get you somewhere comfier, yeah?"

"Yeah," you whine, your bottom lip trembling. Kakucho hefts you up by placing his hands under your armpits and cradling you in his arms.

"Just another one of those nights." When you're in bed and covered by many blankets, your husband presses his hand to your forehead and determines you have a slight chill.

"Give me five minutes. I'm going to warm up some tea for you."

"You really do love me," you tease, smiling.

"I sure do." Kakucho kisses your forehead before leaving your side and sticking to his schedule. Five minutes pass, and he returns with a pill and a small cup of tea. "Take this for the cold, and the tea will have you asleep in no time." You obey as he undresses, watching him continue his evening routine without fail.

You're drowsy when Kakucho returns from washing his face and nearly asleep when he pulls out a book he's been reading for a few weeks.

"Should I read to you before bed?"

"You should," you reply, snuggling into him as the pain fades slightly. Kakucho's voice lulls you into a comfortable sleep, each word he reads soothing your aches and pains like a sweet salve you could only conjure up in your dreams.

When you've fallen asleep, Kakucho closes his book and turns the light out, resting your head on his chest so you could listen to his heartbeat for the rest of the night.