andie

i write super specific fanfiction with morally grey readers and i’m rlly into Ajin Demi-Human. Usually write Fem! Reader unless requested otherwise—Requests are OPEN TW:I write about sensitive topics and detailed gore, don’t like DON’T READ!! Read the warnings please :) ty for liking it means a lot<33

[ditzvang3l]

Masterlist!

Welcome to Andie’s blog :)

I write hyper specific fanfiction. I write f!reader unless asked otherwise. I’m not afraid to write detailed g0re or about d4vgs. I typically portray reader as unhinged and funny as shit, unless asked otherwise. Most of my work will probably be centered around Ajin Demi-Human. I am very open to requests so feel free to dm or ask me for anything.

Fandoms

Ajin!Reader x Gachiakuta

Ajin!Reader x Bungo stray dogs

Gachiakuta x PASWG!Reader

Jabber and Zanka w/ a reader who struggles w/ @dd!cti0n

Ajin!Reader

Ajin!Reader pt.2

Ajin!Reader pt.3

Ajin!Reader pt.4

Giyuu x Tsuguko!Reader

PR Manager!Reader

PR Manager!Reader pt.2

PR Manager!Reader pt.3

Ajin! Reader/Dazai’s sister!Reader x BSD

+you can always ask if i’ve watched something because I have seen more anime’s than what is on this list, these are just what i’m more familiar with

Rules:

Don’t like, don’t read

I’m open to suggestive content, but will not write smut as I am not confident I can do it justice

No homophobic, racist, or pedo type of comments

Be kind! This is a judgement free space

Please don’t ask me any personal information nor tell me any unless needed

Do not copy, translate, plagiarize, or upload my work anywhere else, thank you :)

Feel free to DM me and I will try to respond as soon as I can

Be specific when making requests so I can do what you want to see :)

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[ditzvang3l]

Are you alive

guys i ammm alive im so sorry for the absence🥹 finals are around the corner and i’ve been studying for exams, im also employed so there’s that.. i’ve got the next chapter damn near half way done for my ajin series i just need to lock in but trust when summer is here we are so back!! i appreciate all of you who like my posts it means so much!

[ditzvang3l]

Stay with me now..

Tooru Oikawa gets all the girls, his looks and laid back personality naturally drawing them in. He’s never really liked someone himself, not enough to date them, anyways.

Iwazumi Hajime could not STAND this, and much less when it would distract Oikawa from other matters, like volleyball.

He knew his friend was a bit of a player and a womanizer, so imagine his surprise when the last year of middle school, Oikawa starts dating you.

You’d known then since they were kids, not close like they were, but always there, loud and bright and unintentionally drawing attention to yourself.

You didn’t flock to Oikawa like any other girl in a 50 mile radius, in fact, you always were teasing him about the fact.

You were confident in a way that made Oikawa unsure of himself. You were comfortable in your skin, didn’t mind any judgmental stares or stupid rumors.

You probably played volleyball too, always running the fastest and hitting the hardest with a type of smile that widened the more you destroyed the other team.

Or if you were playing a different sport, you were probably the captain just based on the fact that you had a love for the game and your infectious energy that no one could deny.

The type of girl who wouldn’t date an obnoxious, womanizing, perfectionist like Oikawa.

It almost shocked Iwa when Oikawa was actually putting in effort for you, buying you flowers, walking with your hands intertwined, making time for you aside from volleyball. You were the first girl he had actually shown so much interest in, he’d even say Oikawa might had bed in love with you.

Not to say you weren’t the same, you were always there for him, looking past the stupid act he put on. You never treated him like an accessory but just like, a person. A regular guy who liked volleyball a little too much.

Being with Oikawa came with being close with Iwazumi, of course. Anytime you’d meet them after practice, you’d always have small conversations with the guy. The two of you actually had a lot in common, like teasing Oikawa.

Iwa thought you were pretty, fun, outgoing, and frankly, too good for Oikawa. Oikawa cared for you, but he thought he always gave too much attention to the other girls at school. You were secure, so you didn’t pay too much mind to it, but Iwa did. Iwa always did, because if he was with you..

No, Iwa knew you were completely off limits. But he couldn’t help it that he started stuttering when you complimented him after a game, or when you’d brush your hand against his arm just in a way that you always did to everyone, but he still got butterflies every time. You were gorgeous, not to mention smart, and always full of life. You put 100% into everything you did, so of course you put your attention 100% on him when he spoke, but it made him feel seen in a way he never had.

Standing by Oikawa meant all the girls overlooked him, but you never did that. Your vision never clouded. But Oikawa still had you.

Iwa couldn’t help but clench his fists when Oikawa would wrap a hand around your waist, or when he’d make a big show of buying you gifts.

When the three of you got to highschool, something changed.

Nothing much, really. Oikawa and Iwa still bickered like a married couple, you were still the same energetic, confident girl you always were, and unfortunately you and Oikawa were still dating.

Once, you, Iwa, and Oikawa were walking side by side after a game you had watched when a group of girls came and crowded your boyfriend.

Naturally, you and Iwa stepped aside just to watch the guy get bombarded. Somehow, he didn’t seem all the irritated. Iwa glanced down to you, not seeing anything more than a blank expression.

Reluctantly, he asked, “doesn’t that bother you?” His heart almost sank when you didn’t respond at first, but then you turned your head up towards him, an easy grin on your face.

“No, why would it? I get to stand by you now.”

That one sentence flipped Iwa’s whole life.

Sometimes, he felt himself getting irrationally angry at Tooru, just because he got to have you, and all the other girls. Iwa didn’t want them, though. He didn’t care about popularity or female attention. He wanted you. The beautiful, intelligent, athletic, chaotic girl that you were, and that he didn’t have.

Then, Oikawa started messing up. The two of you had been dating for a year now, and so naturally you began to harbor stronger feelings toward the boy. So when he’d brush you off for other girls, say condescending comments like “I could have anyone I wanted! You should feel lucky,” you’d get upset. And guess who you always ran to?

Hajime Iwazumi. It became a common occurrence that you’d choose to sit closer to him, go out of your way to greet him in the halls or ask to practice together. He swore it was just him trying to be a good friend to Oikawa by helping his girlfriend out. And when Oikawa got too distracted on other things, it was only natural Iwa would do his best to comfort you. He was just making sure you didn’t break up with his friend, obviously.

It was the second year of high school when you kissed Iwa. Oikawa had been irritating as all hell recently, extra attentive to all fan girls, and you just couldn’t take it anymore. Don’t mistake it for a revenge thing, you’d never swoop that low.

Iwa was just so sweet, always looking at you so fondly and honestly, the two of you made a much better pair than you and Oikawa. So when Iwa walked you home on a late night when Oikawa couldn’t be bothered to, you kissed him. He wasn’t going to reject a kiss from you, his crush of however many damn years. But he felt guilty still, like he was betraying Oikawa. Then again, Oikawa would always flaunt you in his face, so really, it wasn’t Iwa’s fault, or yours even.

The two of you texted often, never going much further than brief touches and innocent hang outs. But it made him happier than anything. He’d notice you’d always pay more attention to him at games than Oikawa.

It felt like you started only dating Oikawa to be next to Iwa.

“Hey, Haji?” You asked him once, the two of you on a park swing after passing back and forth for an hour. Something Oikawa never wanted to do with you.

“What’s up?”

You started down at your feet, looking nervous. You never looked nervous, so it almost set off alarm bells in his head.

“I just was wondering, if me and Oikawa broke up, could me and you still be friends like this?”

He almost choked in disbelief. You wanted to stay friends with him?

His answer was obvious. He felt a little bad when you broke up with Oikawa the next week, leaving the poor guy heart broken. Of course, he refused to admit he did anything wrong so Iwa didn’t feel too bad.

Not when he’d secretly go over to your house—your mom liked him a lot better than Oikawa— or when your leave kisses along his jaw or when your show up to games as if you were just trying to support the team when really, your eyes were trained on him.

Oikawa noticed, of course he did. But he didn’t say anything, wouldn’t, not until later, anyways.

[ditzvang3l]

Ajin!Reader x Gachiakuta

Chapter 4

Warnings: k!dn@pping, colorful language, v!0lence, exp3riment4t!on, toxic relationship

You sat across from Tamsy in a dimly lit diner. The time was around eleven pm, so not many people were outside. Less people, less attention being drawn to you and this evil, beautiful creature who was looking at you like you were a part of the menu. Not really wanting to be sliced up like some goodman gordon ramsey stake–again– you minded your mouth. A little.

Before this, he let you bathe, given you looked like a walking corpse. He washed your bandages as you scraped the old blood and dirt off of your skin. You never felt more disgusting, not just from the dirt but from the absolute filth that you were in. Every time you closed your eyes you could feel your skin getting cut open again, his hands on you like a cruel reminder he was the only person who’d ever touched you so sweetly like you were fragile, yet inflicted such pain onto you. It was hard to differentiate the difference between the blade and his touch now.

When you’d open your eyes, you’d have to check that your limbs were still attached to your body, a detached look on your face everytime you remembered the feeling of your bones being exposed to the cool air. How the pain began to feel like the only thing tethering you to reality, how it began to feel good.

Almost as good as it felt when he’d brush his fingers through your hair softly, caressing your cheek with his knuckle.

It was toxic dependence, you were thriving off of the pain and the feeling of being his ace, his angel in a sea of ground dwellers. It felt good knowing he needed you as much as you felt like you needed him.

Tamsy knew this, and he exploited your indifference about the experiments, however angry you tried to act. He refused to let anyone else have you like he did.

You picked around the food given to you; steak bites with a side of bread. Quite the miserable meal it was, the blandness staining your eyes. But here on the ground, protein like this was rare so you felt bad wasting the large sum of money Tamsy had spent on it.

That’s almost laughable.

You felt his eyes on you, moreso than they have been for the past peaceful twenty minutes, which was a tell-tale sign he was about to say some dummy shit to you. Silently, you prayed to spherites he wasn’t going to speak to you.

“So, how’s the dish? Is it to your liking, my dear?”

..Goddammit.

Setting down your fork, you stared at him with a deadpan expression. “it’s sublime.”

The two-toned man curtly smiled, setting his head on his hands. “So, I’ve been meaning to ask you what ever you were doing when I found you. You do know the no man land is quite dangerous.”

Taking another bite of your steak, you looked at him bluntly like he just asked you the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard. “Long story, actually not really I just don’t feel like telling you.”

Tamsy looked at you with intrigue, like he didn’t realize he was the most dangerous thing in that dump. “Do you have family, or a lover, perhaps?”

A tick mark appeared on your forehead as you resisted lodging your fork into his eyeball. “Can we just enjoy our cancerous cow flesh in peace?” You groaned, shoving another piece into your mouth and chewing, the lukewarm meat grinding against your teeth.

Moments of silence passed, which you were both grateful for and unnerved by. Then his smooth voice cut through the silence once more.

“You are a unique—”

“I am fucking fabulous.” You cut him off, sliding your empty plate to the side.

Tamsy’s monotone expression remained neutral, probably ignoring you. “You are a unique giver, your gift acting entirely on its own, and there is currently no known way you can die. Though, I haven’t tried cutting your head off..”

You paled, slamming your fist down on the table. “Fuck NO you ain’t choppin’ my head. This shit is bananas. B A N A N A S.” You spelled out, a wide grin of disbelief on your face as your situation started to dawn on you. “Who kidnaps a girl in broad daylight?! Then, you take me to your bummy ass basement and chop me up like a goddamn pig, and i’m not squeamish, but i have standards Tamsy!”

He listened to your ranting without a word, almost like he cared. Which, sort of. Not really though. But Tamsy was a man willing to compromise for his favorite subject. “Then what would you like from me, angel? I’ve agreed to limit the experimentation, and I’m not restraining you so you’re free to move around as you wish. Is there something else?”

You couldn’t answer him. That was the worst part, that you couldn’t truthfully say you wanted to leave him. Because you liked it. Not the experiments, that shit was ass. But the way he looked at you. How he watched you like you were worth studying. Like you were interesting.

He watches you the way someone watches a flame. Fascinated, possessive. Curious at how long it’d burn.

After that day, eating became a regular thing for you two. It wasn’t always going out, and it wasn’t always together, but he’d give you food at least once a day, two of he was being generous. Once he tried to make you cook, right.

You hummed a tune to yourself, watching the fire in front of you burn brighter as the dish you had been trying to make became enflamed. It wasn’t on purpose of course, but one truly couldn’t tell by the way you were staring at it like you were watching snow fall for the first time.

“How did you possibly manage to do that..?” Tamsy asked, bewildered as he watched the kitchen burn. How would tokushin help in this situation? It doesn’t.

You shrugged, walking over to the fridge and opening it. “Dunno, i think we’ll have to eat something else though, how do you feel about cereal?”

He blinked at you, his eyes flickering between the fire threatening your life and the kitchen, and at you, picking up two different boxes of cereal to decide which one sounded more appetizing before you ultimately get engulfed by flames. His eye twitched.

Finally, the smoke sensor went off the water began to spray everywhere, dampening his freshly washed hair and everything else in the room.

Tamsy was a calm man, but sometimes.. sometimes.

“Get out.”

You looked up through the cloud of smoke and your cereal boxes. “You say something, pretty boy?” You asked, not being able to hear his soft voice over the blaring fire alarm. You were obviously not even remotely in the same universe of giving a shit as he was, and clearly that pissed him off.

“I said, go sit down before I begin to test your regeneration speed after immolation.”

Gulp. You set down your cereal boxes, walking past an irritable Tamsy.

Later you told him,

“i’m full of joy and whimsy. You’re full of malice and malevolence.” You said, eating a bowl of lucky charms. Quite the nutritious meal. Tamsy found your light pouting after his scolding too cute to stay mad at you for long. It’s not like you ruining anything, and it wasn’t his kitchen.

The man almost chuckled, settling on a small smile instead. “Malice and malevolence, hm?”

Tamsy wasn’t actually all the cruel to you. He gave you things, like a bed, a place to sleep that felt safe, things to do. He found you quickly got bored when you weren’t doing something. To his credit, he often taught you techniques to practice. Fighting and such, but you were quick to master it given your previous experience. If it weren’t for his gift, you’d probably win in a fight. Not probably, would. Tamsy knew this, and he liked it. He thought your strength was admirable, and paired with your power, he could carve you into something dangerous.

But you needed work, for instance, you couldn’t sit still for one goddamn second. He gave you games, fidget toys, books, you always wanted more. He knew you wanted to leave, to get out and explore. You had pleaded with him more than once.

“Tamsyyyyy c’mon jus’ once? ‘m bored, I wanta go somewhere, your crib smells!”

He paused what he was doing, letting out a long sigh. “(Y/N), I took you to that playground a few days ago, didn’t I?”

You furrowed your brows. “I’m not a kid, and maybe if you weren’t in so much pain having that stick up your ass you’d wanna do shit too.” Smirking, you leaned over a table in defeat. “Don’t you have a job or something to go do?”

Tamsy never answered questions about his personal life, but you were stubborn. And nosey.

You spun around in a chair, reading notes about your own experiments as Tamsy went through your blood samples.

As your eyes scanned the pages, you found one that recalled the one where he had gouged out the majority of your organs from your body. Holding back a grimace, you tried to not remember the feeling to no avail.

“That shit sucked so bad, god, I’d rather have fire ants crawl up my ass. Seriously.” You muttered, your words reaching the wannabe scientists who was busy at work beside you.

“What are you reading?” Tamsy asked, settling the files of blood and black matter from your bandages down. Using the counter, you spun yourself again as you scowled down at this notebook of his.

“Just you saying I was unstable during the little organ experiment, the fuck does that mean?” You asked with a pout, leaning your arm on the back of the chair. He was out to ruin your reputation frfr.

“Your brain waves were unstable. And you were acting irrationally.” Tamsy’s blank face never ceased to amuse you, or piss you off.

You looked at him as if asking if he was fucking serious. The guy was all up on his high horse, but let’s see how he likes being sliced open, see if he acts ‘irrationally’.

“You must be fun at parties..” you huffed, sliding the notebook back to him so he could record the similarities between your dna and the black matter that sheds from your bandages.

He looked up from his notes, closing them swiftly. “I’d like to test something, so would you be a dear?”

You were lightly restrained on a metal table, the cold metal biting your skin. Grin straining as you watched the knife come down on you, mentally and physically preparing for the gentle pain. Gentle because it was Tamsy, and he was ever so precise with everything he did.

“What’s this for again?” You groaned, slouching back on the table.

“I’d like to see more of your chemical make up, and how your body reforms itself. I think it may be linked to your internal—”

“The only problem with your theory,” You began, cutting him off. Looking up at him, your eyebrows furrow. “Is that it’s FUCKING WRONG!”

He didn’t so much as blink at your complaints. Only continuing where he left off.

Watching him grab a scalpel, your mouth curving into a grin. “Cut me into an X, it’ll look so much cooler.”

Tamsy didn’t do an X, he wasn’t messy either. It always had to be clean cut, sterilized, and organized. He was silent as he worked. You, on the other hand always had something to say. Cursing, giggling, taunting. You were always making sound, up until your body would give out. Your eyes would roll to the back of your head, your limbs going limp, and your breathing stops.

1 second..2 seconds..3 seconds.

Waking up with a cold sweat, your vision slowly cleared and your eyes drifted over to him. He was cleaning a syringe, his face looking pretty and focused. Probably enjoying the peace. lol, not for long bitch.

“Fuck you and your sharp tools of discomfort.” You huffed, sitting up so your legs were dangling off the table. As he wrote, you noticed something you hadn’t before. His hair, usually down, was put up in some fancy updo, his blue pieces tied together and his blonde up, branching out from his face like antennas.

“What’s with the hair? Getting in the way of dissection, is it, doc?” Reaching up, you began swirling a piece of his hair between your fingers, the soft strand sliding through your digits.

He hummed, not making a comment about your close contact with his precious hair. “I’ve taken a new job, hence my absence as of recent.”

Brows quirked, your eyes flickered to his face that was as cool as ever. His constant state of deadpan making you question what you felt so drawn to in him. Not that you were surprised he had a job, he was grown and shit. He’d been noticeably gone, but you didn’t care to ask about it. As curious as you were to this man’s after hours activity, you just assumed it was business as usual with him.

Not that he liked to tell you much.

Soon, your time spent with Tamsy was less about doctor and patient, but a real dependence. He needed you, whether he knew it or not. Your vital instrument was one of a kind, you were one of a kind. The way you spoke to him so casually, didn’t fear him or hardly actually get angry with him. If nothing else, he found you interesting. And between all the tests, small talk, walks through the streets at night, Tamsy found himself wanting to keep you for himself. He didn’t want anyone else to hurt you, or have you, for that matter. Tamsy caines wanted you to live under his regulations. But that wasn’t the part of you that he liked. You were adventurous, outgoing, and didn’t wait around for anyone else. Which is why with him, you didn’t understand why you had stayed around for so long. He kept you in a dingy ass basement, cut you open, and pissed you off to no end. But soon, the banter became less about hatred and more centered around the fact that you liked talking to him and having your little arguments.

His presence, once arrogant and agitating, was noticeably absent in the past days. Maybe you’d come to enjoy his company, even a little. Without his voice to lull you, the stench of the room and the silence was more apparent. It crawled at your skin, a tingling sensation of action gnawing at you.

You sprawled out onto the mattress he had oh-so-generously gave you, picking at the flowers he set by your mattress four days ago. The withering state of them represented you, in a way. Not seeing sunlight for so long did numbers, for instance, you looked like shit. Your bones were more dense, and more visible.

Locked in this basement 24/7, you almost considering starting a podcast or something. You’d done nothing but stretch, strength training, practice, repeat. It felt like training to be a solider. But you didn’t want that, you wanted freedom. Not to be used in someone’s grand scheme, not even if he was pretty, had gorgeous long hair, and a sexy voice.

It had been a month. You’d adapted to the environment, to Tamsy. You only ever talked to him since you’d been here, and maybe you’d have been fine with it. But you had a life outside of here, not much of a life at all, but a life. You had a sister. One you hadn’t told your captor about, not even mentioned.

It had been a month since you’d seen her, you imagined she was worried by now. Sitting in her hospital on her visitation days, waiting for a visit that never came.

Tamsy’s notebook had dates, and if they were right—which you’re sure they are—it was almost March 5th. Your little sister’s 14th birthday. One you wouldn’t dare miss.

The door was, for obvious reasons, locked. Going through it would be too risky anyways, and knowing Tamsy’s sneaky ass, there was probably a catch. So you looked at the vent, too tall to reach, however, not too tall for a seven foot tall creature of the night to get to.

Layer by layer, your bandages unraveled themselves from your body, turning black in color as they detached from your skin. Not being in the sun for a month did numbers on your pigment, you noticed. Your once tanned, sun kissed skin had a greyish hue, but no scars to show for the hell you’d been through.

Your eyes began glowing, bright and neon, the electrifying color eliminating the mostly dark space around you. Ghost began to form in front of you, long limbs, faceless, a human replica. But obviously far from. Tamsy liked to refer to it as an IBM, Invisible Black Matter, Invisible to others unless its intentions are focused on them. You on the other hand called it Ajin. A nickname, but you felt like it suited your bandaged companion. It was impulsive, didn’t follow orders a lot, violent, but it was everything you were. Your subconscious brain, so if you wanted it to follow an order, you had to be in tune with your subconscious. It took practice, but with enough lame ass meditation techniques Tamsy taught you, Ajin became more like a friend than a looming shadow that wanted to carve the skin off your bones.

It waited for you to jump up, grabbing onto the vent before pushing you the rest of the way up. It was dark inside, and gross. A rat’s squeaking echoed through the rustic metal, scurrying away from the soft creaking that the vents made as you army crawled through it. Your bandages returning to your body again, circling your limbs like it was just another extension of your body.

The vent was small, and you barely fit as you took lefts, right, crawled up and down. Thank fuck you weren’t claustrophobic because that would suck really bad. After twenty minutes of navigation and mazing your way through the tight space like a caterpillar, you found an out. A small and dim light shining through one of the vent openings, you could already smell outside from it. Winding your fist back, you tried to get the best angle you could and punching the cover out.

It landed on the ground with a thud, and was joined by you after you swung yourself out and onto your feet. The fresh—as fresh as the ground got—air wafted into your face, smelling like new beginnings and most of all, freedom.

The vent had led out to the side of a building in an alleyway, and just inches away was the great outdoors, actual people. People besides Tamsy. After being trapped for so long, the mere concept of other people existing started to feel foreign but there they were, not many, but they were there. Normal people who didn’t go home and attend to a girl in their basement.

This was your only chance to leave the basement, the pain, the experiments. He wouldn’t let you have another chance if you got caught, you didn’t have time to hesitate. Yet you did, because Tamsy was gentle. He soothed the explosive thoughts inside your head, the constant tingling to do more. He was patient and honest, so honest it stung sometimes. But you needed to go home, the ground was a cruel place and you couldn’t hold onto the false comfort he gave you, because you were an older sister, you didn’t need anyone and certainly not him. It was honestly pathetic how you clung to the idea that he might have cared for you, even just a little bit.

So you ran, you ran fast, cutting corners and hurdling over anything in the way. You ran barefoot, your only saving grace being the bandages covering your feet from the ground below. A small tank top did nothing to conceal the white wrapping around your body, your large pants were your only barrier from the leering eyes that watched you as you sped past them.

Then, inevitably, you crashed.

You went face first into something, your momentum dropping instantly as you stumbled back, falling and landing right on your ass. Cussing, you barely looked up still reeling from the lack of movement you were doing right now.

“WOAH! That looked brutal, you good?!” A loud voice coming from above asked.

Wincing, your head spun as you tried to backtrack. “Since when do walls—” you looked up, your eyes locking with not a wall, but a dude. You almost thought it was Tamsy when you looked at his long blonde hair, but he was the opposite. Flashy red glasses, headphones around his neck, and overalls, all things Tamsy would rather die than go anywhere near. You were relieved, then realized you just bodied the fuck out of this guy.

“So sorry my face inconvenienced your chest.” You choked out sincerely, causing him to laugh loudly.

“No worries, my bro! Where’re you heading so fast anyways?! You’re like the flash!” He yelled in your face, making big movements to emphasize his words.

As you were about to respond, maybe get up, make like a tree and leave, your eyes landed on a motorcycle behind him, lighting up with an idea.

“Hey, you think you could give me a ride on that thing?”

[ditzvang3l]

Bungo Stray Dogs x Dazai’s sister! Reader

Ajin! Reader

Warnings: Dazai, Violence, Profanity, Sv!cid3 mentioned, possible abus!ve sibling relationship, exp3r!ment4ti0n, etc

(If you’ve watching BSD and/or Ajin you’ll be just dandy)

Your ability is not like your brothers, whatsoever. However, it was comparable.

Osamu Dazai was a man known for many things, by many people who had only heard tales of the youngest mafia executive, or perhaps the bandage squandering machine. But what did their opinions matter, anyway? If you knew Osamu, you knew suicide. It was his brand, his niche, if you will. But if you knew him well, you also knew that he never died. He was stubborn like that. Despite his greatest efforts to die a quick, painless death, he always came out mostly unscathed.

So it was pretty on brand that his own sister, his own flesh and blood, had the same immunity to death. But yours wasn’t luck, or any kind of sick charm that Osamu had. You had an ability of your own.

Unlike your brother, you could die. You could die over and over again until death seemed just as pointless as life, but you always came back. In no more than three seconds, your body would begin to regenerate whatever had been lost whether it be blood, limbs, nutrients, in fact, you could be crushed to death and still come back. A fizzling sound would fill the air, crackling and buzzing as your body became whole again, and your heart would begin beating once more.

You didn’t have any tricks up your sleeve, you couldn’t change your heart beat or play chess with an evil russian man and win, but you were basically immortal, so that counts for something, doesn’t it?

When you first discovering your ability you were ten years old. Walking next to you was a mad in a suit, one of the mafiosos tasked with keeping you in check, and keeping everyone else around you in check. Osamu didn’t necessarily trust others with his dear sister, but Mori insisted, saying he had other things to do. Mori was a strange man, always doting on you which seemed to make your brother tense up, but he trusted the boss, and so here you were.

You forgot what it was, maybe you had seen something, a toy or a ruffly dress. Something so mundane you didn’t remember, but you remembered running towards it. It was a shop across the street, cars whizzing past in intervals. The road was clear enough, so you leaped into the street, your focus on nothing but the object of your desires. This may be why you didn’t hear the mafioso call out to you, or the honking, or the tire screeching until a force hit your small body with such voracity, you had died on impact.

Your body slid across the pavement with a red streak, your limps mangled, crushing into the tires. An arm, your arm had landed in front of a lady, making her scream. Police were called, the blaring of an ambulance in the distance. The mafioso froze, panicked, and ran off. There was probably no recovering your body, he thought surely. A report of your death was swiftly made to head quarters until it reached Osamu Dazai.

But you didn’t die, not for long, anyway. Your body glowed a faint hue as it fizzled and cracked, your bones twisting back into place, the pieces that were lost had began regenerating. A black matter engulfed you, shedding off of you like a second skin.

One moment you remembered a pain so sharp it made you numb, and then when you opened your eyes you were okay again. Still under the truck, sirens blaring, people screaming, some guy trying to convince everyone that it was the little girl’s fault, and that the light was green.

Before you could register what happened you crawled out from under the vehicle, your clothes torn and your skin bloody, but unscathed. People in the crowd gasped as they watched you move freely, disheveled but alive.

The next part was a haze to you, walking back to head quarters. As you arrived on your own, guards gave worried, confused glances. Not knowing to intervene or not, they simply let you walk up the stairs, pushing open the doors to the dark hallway.

At the end, your older brother stood with his mouth agape, his face pale and for the first time in your life, he looked so devastated. Before you could breath in the gun powder scented air you were engulfed in a hug, shaky and desperate like he was trying to see if you were real. Another man stood ajar, red hair and soft eyes, staring at the two of you with an unreadable expression. Later, you found out this man’s name was Odasaku. Your brother’s one and only friend.

Osamu wasn’t always the fun, protective, charismatic older brother he is now. You don’t remember much of your childhood, but you remember being cold. He was a cold person, selfish and cruel at times. He loved you, but with no example set for a child so young, he didn’t know what to do with a child younger than him, and a girl at that.

The two of you were roughly 5 years apart, and that was a world of difference. When Osamu joined the mafia, you were stuck being babysat by one of the guards. He became an executive when he was sixteen, the youngest in history. You were his kid sister, eleven years old and no memories of a normal life. All you knew was death.

You knew smiles, ones that meant nothing but a bad omen yet they gave you comfort. So, you were always smiling, a happy-go-lucky kid everybody would say. Like your brother, you were smart and witty, knew how to turn things in your table. That’s what you learned growing up, if nothing else.

After finding your ability, Mori began the experiments. Secrets between you and him, long hours of painful procedures that included just about everything you could think of. Ghost always stood in the corner watching, waiting, not attacking, not yet. Ghost was invisible to the naked eye, only visible to a target seconds before their inevitable demise.

After Osamu found out, the experiments stopped, but the observation didn’t. The tests didn’t. Maybe that was acceptable to him. Maybe chopping you into bits and pieces to test your brain waves was where he drew the line.

Then Chuuya Nakahara came. He was loud, angry, rough around the edges. But unlike your brother, Chuuya was thoughtful, realistic, human. You liked Chuuya a lot, the two of you would play like siblings, and look out for each other like siblings. You don’t think your brother liked this, he was always more bitter when Chuuya was the conversation topic. But Chuuya bandaged your wounds even though you could just reset, Chuuya made sure you weren’t scared or overwhelmed, Chuuya carried you on his back when you were tired and taught you how to fight properly.

Osamu never did that. Osamu brushed you off, expected more of you, treated you like a pet more than a person. He only cared for results, he never stopped to think about your wants, he wanted a right hand man when you wanted a brother.

You became the mafia’s immortal soldier, the youngest in combat. It was always ‘The executive’s sister’ or ‘The siblings of death’ for you, and ‘The Demon Prodigy’ or ‘Youngest executive’ for Osamu. You wanted more, you didn’t want to be just his sister. You adored your brother, you loved him. But you wanted to be your own person.

When Double Black became a thing, Osamu’s and Chuuya’s partnership, you were second to them, always. However much you did, they were always flashier, cleaner, more efficient. You didn’t know what you expected. They were two seventeen year olds with experience and you were a twelve year old girl who just happened to have a freakishly useful ability.

Odasaku looked after you when Osamu and Chuuya were too busy. He treated you like a kid, he treated your brother like a kid too. It made you realize something big. Just like you, however powerful he was, your brother was a child just like you. Odasaku made you realize the cruelty of the position you were in, the life you were forced to maintain.

But that made you realize something about yourself. You didn’t feel like you were suffering, in fact, you liked the fighting. The adrenaline, the pain, you liked giving it your all and most of all, you liked being strong. He supported you of course, in his own way of reminders to sleep, eat, and make sure to at least try to not get hurt.

You hardly headed his warnings, but you made a mental note of it.

Odasaku changed everything for you. His death was sudden, horrible. You blamed the mafia, blamed Mori and his foolishness for everything before and what followed the tragedy. It changed your brother. No, Odasaku changed him, not just his death. The day he died, your brother left the mafia behind. He left his position, his life, and he left you. With a single promise.,

“I’m going to work on the side of good now. I promise I’ll give you a better life, bella.”

But he didn’t come back. A year and a half had passed, you were about to be fifteen years old. Since he left, you haven’t heard a word from the guy. Chuuya always tried to be there, even when you didn’t ask. He was the one thing about this place that you didn’t hate. Chuuya, despite his anger issues, had a soft spot for you. You and him were alike in a way, and he’d always looked after you but even more so when that bastard left you behind.

The two of you would engage in banter like siblings, so much so an outsider might think you hated each other. But to you and him, that was just your way of communicating. He became an executive months after your brother gave up his position, and you became a close subordinate of his. He had your back, and you had his. During your training, you learned to use your ghost. At first it was disobedient, and acted on its own. The damn thing caused many casualties on your own side, even attacking you at times. Chuuya helped calm your mind, the anger and detachment from emotions that made your ghost go haywire. Being able to control it freely was useful, and you were widely respected for your range of capabilities.

Many people in the mafia did it cause they had to, the high pay and security sealing the deal. Killing just came with the job. But you actually enjoyed it, you had a sadistic pleasure in fighting, both to inflict and have pain inflicted on you. You had a very much ‘i don’t give a shit’ attitude when it came to you, or anyone else getting hurt. There wast many people you cared about, and you certainly didn’t put much thought into your own safety.

Chuuya worried about you, truthfully. He knew of your ability, and it honestly surprised him. If you’d get hurt too badly, you’d just flip the gun on yourself. It was honestly impressive, being able to do that with no hesitation, but it concerned him. He always got glimpses of your brother in you, which he knew you hated. But as you got older, the similarities just began to show subconsciously through you.

One day, you had just finished a job, another killing with no mercy when suddenly, you felt a sword cutting into the side of your neck. It gave you chills, not because you were scared of death or even getting caught, but because you had no idea how they had snuck up on you.

It was a blind man with a bob and a red uniform. He was a ‘hunting dog’, he said. Worked for the government, law enforcement. Currently had five members, each with unique abilities. Either you join, or you rot in a cell. And only one of those options were you going to consider taking.

On your fifteenth birthday, you joined the hunting dogs. Specialized surgeries to enhance your body, ability training, forced loyalty. There was no going back after this, but you didn’t have a choice now. It was this, or suffering eternally.

Chuuya was the only person you told about your predicament. You found him some time a week or two later, right before he was going to head quarters. You gave light information as to not incriminate him, knowing the price to pay for betraying the mafia was already high as it was.

He was mad, rightfully so. You knew better than to get caught, and he would have protected you if you would have just found a way back to him. But in the end he was understanding of your choice nonetheless, ruffling your head and telling you to get outta here.

Grinning, you started anew. You never knew what good looked like, only knowing the mafia. So you just followed blindly, assuming whatever they did, it was truly just for justice.

You hadn’t heard from your brother in two years, until you got word of him joining an agency that was in cooperation with the hunting dogs. You had no interest in learning his whereabouts.

Instead, you learned to work with the people in front of you. Fukuchi, the old man who you came to respect, his mustache throwing you off at first. He treated you like one of his own, like a stray dog he was happy to train. Teruko, a girl with hot pink hair and the hots for the old man. She was headstrong, but the two of you got along after a while of silent rivalry. Mostly one sided, by the way. Tetchō was a silly man, aloof and had big hair. He never had any problems with you, always minding his business. Jōno was the man who recruited you, his blindness actually making him more aware than anyone else. He had a bit of a sadistic side which you liked, realizing that he was in fact above the law. Jōno was never afraid to incriminate civilians, which you always laughed when he did and when Tetchō would scold him. You were grateful for Jōno, for bringing you here and introducing you to your new home. It was a strict regimen, forced loyalty, but you had your own name here. Separate from your brother, you were strong on your own. The hunting dogs welcomed you, although it was a rough start with your brash personality and impulsiveness.

The hunting dogs face you more fulfillment than the mafia ever did.

It began when you met Michizō Tachihara. His red hair and amber eyes immediately strung you in, tugging at your heart strings that you didn’t realize knew how to beat for another. It made you feel tingly inside, the first warmth you’d ever felt. He was soft spoken at times, stern at others. A lot like Chuuya in a way when he’d scold you for being too reckless and not caring about what happens to you. You were always walking life right on the edge, finding it passive and boring, knowing you wouldn’t die for a long while. Michi was fun, fun to tease and fun to go on missions with.

You’d never been in love, but you assumed this is what it felt like. Of course, you cared for your comrades, but not like Michi. He was different, something you didn’t want to lose, ever.

All of the hunting dogs knew of it, they could see it in the way you’d only truly listen to him, cling onto him the first chance you got, and don’t get them started on the flirting. You were too bold for your own good, really.

And then everything seemed to pause when the armed detective agency was incriminated. Terrorists, they said. And your brother? A high security prison. It all felt so.. staged. Maybe it was sibling intuition, or maybe you just knew your comrades too well, but there was something else at play.

Doubt began to creep into your mind, and Michizo noticed, of course, he always did.

“Hey, do you think all this is.. kind of strange, (Y/N)?”

Part 2 coming soon…Ajin!Reader who happens to be Osamu Dazai’s little sister, and she’s in the hunting dogs! What will she decide to do, Will she go with her intuition, or stick to the path of so called justice?

[ditzvang3l]

PR Manager!Reader x Blue Lock

Clarifications: Reader is Alternative and Female! This is x Blue Lock meaning MULTIPLE love interests however nothing crazy ykyk. Non-Canon, will more than likely be ooc because I gotta make em match your energy somehow🤷🏻‍♀️

NO MANGA SPOILERS!!

Chapter 3

Sighing, you fell back against the plush bed, eyeing the mounds of boxes with discontent.

“This is so not cash money.” You groaned, lifting yourself off of your mattress that poor Anri had to order seeing as Jinpachi tried to give you a squeaky ass, thin ass, hard ass mattress.

The boxes were moved into the room at 9 this morning, and it was 2pm currently and you had made no progress. Straight procrastination for the past 5 hours. Having already done your makeup, you basically had nothing else to do.

Your makeup was just another form of expression for you, just as your hair, outfits, piercings, and everything else was. They were all things that made you stand out, things that defined you in a way that you were proud of.

Staring at yourself now in your iphone 6’s camera, your smokey eye had smudged, black eyeshadow surrounding your eye which made them pop out. Thick and chunky mascara covered your lashes all around, nearly touching your brows which were contoured. Everything was contoured, with bright and unrealistic highlighter. Your lips probably needed a reapplication of lip gloss, and your face could probably use some powder. That seemed like a hassle..

Right. Nagi Seishiro, the lazy soccer prodigy. Everything was always a hassle to him. He was like a sloth, and annoyingly adorable. You wanted to be on his brain wave length, to feel so worn you can just lay there. The alternative was you, high strung and always needing to be doing something you found enriching.

Right, you needed to unpack and decorate this awfully boring room that was probably the reason for your current un-enthusiastic feelings toward being alive on this day.

You grinned, getting an idea—probably unwise and something uncle would stare at you disappointedly for later—and pulling out your phone. It was cracked in at least 3 places with a custom-blinged out case that clearly wasn’t doing its job. The phone itself was the version 6, you liked the old, nostalgic vibe until it came to doing more modern activities which your phone wouldn’t accommodate for. But that’s what your laptop was for, anyway.

Your finger clicked almost instinctively to your messages, pulling a certain contact from the list you were given when you were employed. This was most definitely probably illegal in some confidentiality law but also you weren’t entirely sure kidnapping 100 teenagers and making them sleep in beanbags and torturing them was 100% legal so who’s counting?

The boys should have their phones back now, right?

After a few more minutes of melting into your bed you heard a loud knocking on your door. You got up the get it, brushing your messy hair down so you look just a little presentable.

Opening the door, you expect Bachira, maybe even Isagi being dragged being him. What you doing expect is the whole gang, Reo, Nagi, Isagi, and Bachira, with Bachira in the front leading like a tyrant.

You blink, your grin widening. Your policy was always ‘the more the merrier’, so to see the extra two did nothing but excite you.

“What’s shaken bacon?” You stepped to the side, allowing them to enter your little humble abode.

“(Y/N)!! Hi!!” Bachira immediately welcomed himself in, a bright smile being sent your way.

Isagi walked close to him awkwardly, avoiding eye contact like he’s never been in a girl’s room before.(He hasn’t) He ears were pink as he mumbled a polite “hey” and shuffled in the room.

Behind him were Reo and Nagi, who was on Reo’s shoulders. “Hey Mrs. PR manager, hope you don’t mind if we help too. Nagi wanted to come,” Reo said with mild confidence as he walked in behind the other two, his words earning a complaint from his white haired koala boy hanging from his back.

“You wanted to come too Reo,” Nagi huffed, displeased the blame of their presence was placed on himself.

Giggling at their antics, you kicked the door shut behind you, walking toward the mound of boxes they were all now looking at.

“Wow these are a lot of boxes! What’s in em anyway?” Bachira asked, already trying to look in a few you had haphazardly cut open.

“Stop looking in there Bachira!! You don’t know what’s in there, it could be private!” Isagi scolded his friend, pulling him back by the collar.

Reo sat Nagi down on a miniature couch in the middle of the room, letting him drape over it while he walked back toward the three of you.

“Aren’t you eager?” You teased Bachira, ruffling his hair. “y’all are free to open any boxes, promise i ain’t got nothin’ my-eyes-only. We’re all friends, ain’t we?” Your smile was carefree and light, clearly comfortable with them. Despite just meeting them, you were rather relaxed for a girl having 4 boys in her room that she just met. That was just how you were though, always quick to accept people and make yourself comfortable in their presence. It was a gift when it came to your line of work, but a curse in other cases. Someone too trusting could easily end up in peculiar predicaments, as you often did. But as long as you were having a good time, it didn’t matter much to you.

“yeah..” Isagi nodded hesitantly, reluctantly letting Bachira continue to snoop.

“So,” Reo began, taking a box himself and peeling open the cardboard. “What’s first?”

So far, you had unpacked about half the boxes. Isagi was awkwardly but precisely putting decorations up and furniture, bringing your desk over to your bed and clothing racks to the other end of the room. A small TV was set up in front of the coach Nagi had been laying on, and other necessities in your life such as your oversized leopard print heel-chair and a custom painted table for the living area. The room itself was much like a studio apartment with no separate rooms other than a small bathroom, so the room had been divided into a bedroom, living area, and a small kitchen to store snacks and drinks.

Reo was helpful with organization, more into the fine details of things like books, dvd’s, and other decorations. He helped sort your shirts from your pants, nearly astonished at the sheer amount of clothes and accessories you owned.

“Wow (Y/N), are you into fashion or something? I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many clothes in my life..” Reo blurted out, looking at the floor that was covered in piles of different clothing pieces that included tights, belts, shirts, everything basically. Don’t even get him started on the jewelry that he had spent an hour and a half organizing into your jewelry box.

“Hm? Oh, yeah it’s like a hobby, y’know? I’m totally into the whole 2000’s shit right now but I can’t really choose what my style is so I like to have a variety, y’know?” He nodded along like he understood, but you could see him slightly judging the absurd amount of different colored tights and bracelets that you have.

“Are you like, emo or something?” Nagi questioned, lazily glancing over at your wardrobe.

You rolled your eyes, draping over your couch to half-drape yourself over the white haired boy. “Did you ask Ego that when you first met him too?”

He blinked at you, contemplating the thought of Ego being emo.

“Ouh look! It’s a Britney spears poster! She’s got a snake wrapped around her, that’s so cool, I want a snake,” Bachira beamed, spreading the different posters you had while slapping them on your wall with the straightness of a homosexual. The posters were crooked, messy, and random. You loved it.

“Wowzies Megs, you really know how to design a room, huh?” You praised, setting your chin on his head as you admired his work on your wall.

“That’s good interior design to you?” Isagi questioned, his eyes actively avoiding the posters with half naked women and judging the disorderly structure of it.

“You just don’t see the vision, Isagi! (Y/N) gets it.” Bachira smiled goofily, enjoying your embrace around his shoulders. He pouted when you let go, walking over to the ‘bathroom box’, setting your shampoos and soaps along the tub. Isagi, the sweet boy he is, had put up your shower curtain for you which was a zebra print with a layered, sparkly, hot pink translucent curtain over it.

You set your tooth brush and comb on the sink counter, and shoved everything else in the cabinet below knowing everything would probably end up strewn about the counter anyway.

“Hey PR manager, what’s this?” A voice called out, and you could tell form who just by the name alone. The boy refused to call you by your name, actually both of them did. Nagi and Reo. But the sleepy tone in the voice told you exactly who.

You came out of the bathroom, swinging yourself over the couch the white haired boy was sat on, plopping yourself next to him as he shuffled through a box of your old gaming consoles.

“My nintendo n64? yeah i’ve had that shit since I was a kid, but I’ve been having trouble findin sellers who make plugs for it anymore.” You said, sighing as you leaned back into the comfortable couch.

“Does it still work?” Nagi asked, his fingers tracing over each control like it was a gift from the sky above.

“probably, want to try it?” You grinned at him, snagging it and beginning to plug everything into the right spot, working like a damn electrician.

Once you got it working, you threw Nagi one remote and kept one yourself, sitting yourself on the floor as you leaned back against the couch.

“You pick, player.” You motioned for him to choose the game, a lopsided grin on your face. Your head was positioned next to his knee, the proximity between the two of you making the lazy genius feel things. Weird stuff he only felt when he was deep into a game.

Weird.

The two of you ended up playing some kind of low graphic pokemon game, dueling against each other. It actally got kind of competitive, with Reo on the side cheering Nagi on while Bachira was on yours, the two of you taunting the other team.

"Woah (Y/N), you're pretty good at this, I've never seen Nagi lose before." He praised, sitting criss-cross applesauce beside you. He looked like a little sibling

"Holy glaze. Pull my skirt back up when you’re done, shit,” He cackled, his eyes gleaming with interest. You were so funny, weren’t you?

"Come on, Nagi! Don't let her beat you!" Reo cheered, watching his friend's gameplay as he had a million times before. He wasn't entirely sure what he was looking at, always having the more modern consoles compared to this.

"I'm trying," Nagi huffed, his fingers clicking in fast movements on the weirdly shaped controller. He had never used one of these before, otherwise he would have whooped you by now. "I've never met a girl good at videogames before." He stated bluntly, causing his friend to choke on his spit.

"Nagi! You can't say that!"

The white haired by looked confused, his concentration slightly deviated form the game. "Why not?"

"It's misogynistic."

You laughed, turning your head slightly toward Reo. "Shit, you tryna steal my job, monopoly man?"

He laughed, rolling his eyes at your accusation. "Just trying to lighten your workload, mrs. manager."

Grinning in response, you took your controller and threw it to Reo, watching him fumble around with it to pick up where you left off. Very intense stuff happening on your TV.

"What the hell?!" He panicked, his fingers trying to figure out which buttons do what while getting absolutely slammed by Nagi.

"He's cracked at this shit, my fingers were getting tired." You waved him off, getting up from your spot on the floor.

"You suck at this game, Reo," Nagi stated, mid ass-whooping.

"How do you even jump?!"

Leaving the boys in the living area you sauntered over to Isagi, who was looking at the last few boxes like he was deep in thought. Smiling, you crouched to his level, poking him in the cheek. The boys jumped a little, apparently not being very aware of his surroundings.

"Whatcha' thinkin bout, Yoichi?"

He blinked, startled and slightly flustered at the short distance between your face and his. "Oh, hey. It's nothing really, I guess. How long was I spaced out for?"

You put a finger to your cheek as if in thought. "If I had to give you a number, I'd say 'round 10 minutes, though, it's easier to just say way too fucking long. What're you lookin' at?"

You peeked over his shoulder, your eyes landing on a box of photos you had planned to hang up.

Isagi flustered, making a move to shove the pictures back in the box, but ultimately just decided to say what he was thinking. He sighed, carefully picking up a picture of a young man wearing all black, a soccer uniform on with a small girl next to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. His face held indifference to the gesture, a contrast to the girl who had a big smile on her face, just happy to be next to him.

“This photo.. it’s Ego, isn’t it?” Your lips parted as you looked at the old photograph, a distant memory of that day. Rocking back on your feet, you fully sat on the ground next to Isagi. The striker watched your fond expression with confusion, his eyes flickering between the photo and you.

“Sure is, Jinpachi Ego. back when he played professionally, and ate something besides instant ramen.” The two of you laughed, your eyes still set on the picture.

“So,” Isagi began, his eyes trailing to the young girl on the photo, her eyes familiar. “That’s you then?”

You nodded, your hand reaching for a stack of photos in the box, laying them out for your new friend. His eyes widened as the pictures came to life on your floor, all of them having two common denominators. You and Ego. Most were from long ago, when you were only a child who had nothing but admiration for the weird man in black. Others were from later stages in your life, ending when you were about fifteen.

“Who is he, then? To you, I mean.” He clarified, his eyes searching for an answer in yours before you gave it.

Cheekily grinning, you rolled back on your feet, leaning in toward the boy. Bringing your hand to your mouth as if telling a secret, you brought your lips to his ear.

Isagi’s face turned pink as he tensed, feeling your warm breath against his neck and your hand holding his shoulder for support. He awaited your response, eager to know what your relationship was to the creep who had been torturing him and his teammates for the past three months.

“Jin is really my uncle, but it’s a secret so don’t tell anyone, kay? I know you won’t, Yoichi.” You grinned, standing up and sending him a wink.

Isagi watched you walk away, his eyes widened. He would have never guessed but now that he thought about it, your grin, the way you carried yourself, it almost made sense. I can see the resemblance.. He thought, his hand gripping his chin in thought. You were definitely cuter, though.

@managingy/n The room is COMPLETE we officially up y’all🥹✌️ nobody @ me on the posters being off center Bachira can’t be straight for shit

megumonster WHEN CAN I COME OVER AGAIN N/N??

managingy/n SOON BBY SOON!! JIN LWK ON MY ASS ABOUT TS LOLL😝 I MISS Y’ALL ALREADY💔

reomikageofficial this is our public relationships manager btw guys.

user473 STOP UR SO CUTE?? OMG??

user027 Imagine your PR manager being some alt girl 😭

user339 she probably using her paycheck to fund that za🥹

zzzseishiro_7 this was the price we had to pay to get our phones

user204 bru hella unprofessional id be embarrassed if this was my brand😂

reomikageofficial i’d be embarrassed if i commented this w/ a private profile 😂

managingy/n reo never use the laughing emoji again im scared

user330 so what business do 4 guys have in their managers room.. okay

user448 OMG GUYS THEY HAVE OFFICIAL ACCOUNTS NOW!!

isag1yoich1 thank you for getting us out of training 🫡

managingy/n anytime cutie💕😘

user018 not y’all flirting bye💔🥹

@zzzeishiro_7 y/n has cool games

user198 oh my god?? are they js chilling in her room😭

user463 nah rs she living the dream ‼️

user013 NO WAY SHE HAS NINTENDO N64

megumonster our little y2k PR manager❤️

user563 y’all are adorable i’m crying💔

user328 is this what she gets paid for🫩

user224 it got y’all talking so clearly she’s doing smth right 🤷🏻‍♀️

reomikageofficial nagi was playing on her consoles the ENTIRE time we were cleaning btw🥀

user989 nagi is so cutesie omg😘

user003 our gamer king😝

isag1yoich1 she made us decorate her whole room🫩 i never knew how many clothes girls have..

@isag1yoich1 my day in case ANYONE asks..

managingy/n ty for helping sweetie💕

isag1yoich1 it was no problem!! let me know if you need any more help in the future :)

user385 bros whipped

user675 i kinda ship it..

user563 nah her and #8 are end game trust🫰

user167 coolest pr manager ever omg

zzzeishiro_7 i miss her couch

repost cause it got flagged..

[accffbusy]

OKAY so this might only work if you’ve seen Panty and Stocing with Garterbelt, or Panty Anarchy, but could I request a Gachiakuta(Tamsy, Zanka, Jabber and whoever else) with someone whose vital instrument is panties or stockings, maybe both? And just how would they react to her using it, finding out about it, etc. Love ur writing so so much!

Now playing : I ain't got no panties on, on the dancefloor ~ Wax-A-Million

Gachiakuta x Fem!Reader

Feat. Tamsy, Enjin, Zanka, August, Jabber (in order)

Tags : suggestive themes, nothing overly freaked out, attempt at humor, banter, not proof read, no use of y/n

A/n : oh em gee?! I love PASWG and this req actually made my day omg anon I LOVE you (I also added a couple characters cus I love this req)

Wc : 1024

 ° Tamsy Caines 

Sees you take off your underwear during a mission and his first thought was to say “Do that in private.” as he huffs in embarrassment.

But then he sees your brightly colored anima flow through the fabric and he back pedals immediately. He lets your instrument fully transform into something else entirely, the outline of the lace materializing into the barrel of a gun after you spin it along your pointer a couple of times. 

You take aim and in no time, navigate your way around the terrain with intense precision like a deadly bullet. 

Internally he wants to keel over and laugh as well as start asking you a million questions. How did you know your instrument was your underwear, how did your instrument end up being your own goddamn panties and how the hell did you bond with undergarments…?

But his mouth clamps shut when he sees you swiftly taking down trash beast after trash beasts, as if the skill and proficiency you've harnessed into your instrument is no laughing matter. 

The fight ends anticlimactically and you return back to his side in no time, sliding on your panties and he takes note of how the fabric slides against the skin of your thighs.

You pull it taut on your hips and the hem of your clothes ride up a little to expose—He coughs into his fist to silence his thoughts. “We should go.”

    ° Enjin

You fix your appearance and pull your underwear over the round of your ass before Enjin interrupts the peace after a large battle.

“Is the breeze not crazy?”

You pause, look up to give him the epitome of an ‘well obviously’ and he stares at you like he didn't just admit to leering. 

“Not tryna piss you off but… y’know? Just saying.” For once he actually tries to pick and choose the right words for this moment. The last thing he'd want is a hot chick to get offended at his words when he's just genuinely curious. 

You process his words for a millisecond before dusting off the front of your cleaner uniform. “Gotten used to it.” 

“How'd you bond with your panties?” 

You raise a brow at him. “Are you seriously asking that?” 

“Hey…don't gimme that sass, ya lucky I like that ass.” He snaps his fingers and winks, a wide boyish smile on his face while he points at you with a little too much glee. “Zinger!”

“You're so corny.” You deadpan, completely unimpressed at him trying to get you to laugh. “You're pushing thirty. Stop trying to be hip.” 

   ° Zanka Nijiku

The first time he sees you take off your stockings in front of him, he thinks it's probably some cruel prank you're playing on him specifically.

You tug on the elastic band of the latex material and slide it down over your legs, completely ignoring how Zanka is probably dying inside beside you.

“Can ya not do that in front of me?” You flatten out the material and anima flows through it to reveal a long blade. He gulps, the blade reminding him a lot of Hyo’s weapon when he was still in the academy and it brings back some bitter memories. 

The way you fought was similar to her as well, sharp, precise and razor accurate like a trained professional instead of an intern to get a job as a cleaner. 

He secretly thinks to himself that he'd been bested yet again by someone new. 

But, in a way you're like him, it's just an article of clothing that would've been so insignificant to someone else yet you've treasured it in a way you're able to materialize it into a weapon to fight. 

But you're also different from him at the same time. You weren't ashamed of the fact that your weapon was “useless”.

He grips lovely assistaff a little bit harder that night while recalling how you fought. 

   ° August Stilza

 Saw you fight for a grand total of one time and immediately ran to his office, brimming with motivation while he sketches outfit after outfit based on your vital instrument.

“Whaddya think?!” He half yells in excitement while showing off a cleaner outfit that's a little too provocative to be ‘work friendly’.

You laugh in an attempt to say “there's no way you're serious about me wearing that.” But his gaze remains ever hopeful. Sphereites bless your naive heart for thinking thee August Stilza would back down on the idea from a presumably ‘perfect’ outfit he'd created. 

You're being hauled into his office—begrudgingly—while he's practically bouncing off the walls for every fit check you do for him. 

“This one will make taking off your underwear in public easier!”

“August, you can't just…” Your cheeks heat up, and here you were to think he'd be embarrassed about your vital instrument. “...say stuff that can be taken outta context.”

“Hm? But it's easier access, no?”

“What did I just say…?” 

   ° Jabber Wonger 

He's the type to never let the joke die down after seeing you undress when he tries to spar with you. 

“When I said spar I didn't mean in bed—” His breath catches for a second when you point a loaded gun on his face, the color and the lace still clearly visible on the design of the ‘metal’. 

That's only for a second, he cackles—a wide toothy and sinister grin plastered on his face—at your attempt to try and get him to shut up. Revealing your vital instrument to him was probably the worst mistake you've ever made. 

You would just be arguing with someone over something petty and—without missing a beat—he’d tell you to “Just pull your panties down and take care of ‘em.” 

“Oh my days, Jabber you're insufferable.”

“Whattt…? Are you gonna try and shut me up too?” 

You sigh, irritated as you cup your face with both of your hands like your praying to whatever being there is above to smite the man next to you. There's an upper limit to how much more of his antics you can take, so when you take it upon your hands and a bullet actually grazes his face, he's frozen. 

Not from fear. 

Reader when jabber breathes in her general direction

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BYEEE I SUBMITTED THIS BEFORE I WROTE MY OWN VERSION BUT I LOVE THIS SM!! Kinda makes me want to do a part 2 to mine..

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Giyuu Tomioka x Tsuguko! reader

How y’all met? You were out adventuring, as you do, your hair a mess, your clothes dirty, barefoot, strolling through the forest with nothing but a knife and a candle. One would think a 17 year old would be a little more responsible, not you.

A loud crash came from a house somewhere in the forest, a small family who gave you baked goods sometimes and treated you nicely. On instinct you ran toward the screams, ignoring the sticks and ruble biting your feet.

Kicking open the door, you were met with an ugly, man-looking creature with horns and sharp teeth about the take a bite out of a girl, one who you taught to climb trees and steal from the market. The demon looked at you as if deciding if you were just really brave or a dumb bitch. He must’ve gone with the latter because he went back, focusing his attention on the girl when a knee struck his shoulder and he was suddenly kicked into the wall, a foot smashing into his face.

“Run!” You instructed, an ecstatic grin on your face as you struggled to keep the beast down for enough time for her to escape. She sent you a grateful nod, her eyes fearful as she ran out the house, probably to get help. Right as she left the demon kicked you off of him, sending you flying into a door which opened upon impact. You tumbled into the next room, clutching your knife as you pulled yourself up just in time to see him charging at you. It snarled, growling as it approached.

Riskily, you jumped up on a table and over the demon, wrapping yourself around his back and plunging your knife deep in his skull, wincing yourself at the gross squelching and croaking noises that came from its bones as you carved it open.

Giyuu was already late, if he was judging by the condition of the house. Things were thrown everywhere, doors were broken, walls had holes in them, and blood was everywhere. He followed the trail of red, and that was when he laid his deep blue eyes on you.

Your clothes were shredded, blood covering your hands and feet entirely, demon guys splattered on the rest of you. Not to say you didn’t have any injuries, but there was someone clearly winning here and it wasn’t the demon who you had pinned under you. A bat was in your hand, mid swing on the already twitching and barely conscious creature of the night, when you noticed him.

Freshly nineteen year old Giyuu Tomioka, just promoted to Hashira of the demon slayer corps. He just wanted to go home, have a nice cup of tea or something. But instead he was faced with you, a bloodied up girl with a potty mouth who was beating a demon like it was a sport. A wide grin was spread out on your bloody face, your hair half covering you as you paused, dropping your bat.

You seemed to have it handled, so he didn’t need to stay around, right? Unfortunately for him, he actually did have to stay around. With no words at all, the pretty boy walked over to the demon and slashed its neck.

He didn’t stick around to watch it disintegrate, but you did. In awe of the gorgeous man who just graced your eyes with his face. You wanted to know who he was, how he did that, what his hobbies were.

Jogging up to him, you were about to grab his haori when you decided against it, knowing you’d get it messy so you stepped in front of him instead, blocking his path.

“What’s your name?” You asked, surprising the boy. He blinked, confused at the look of admiration on your face that he was sure was directed at him.

“..what?”

You laughed, a lopsided grin looping onto your face. Giyuu swear his heart stopped right then.

“Your name, my angel?” He paused, looking at you like you grew three heads.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re like, angelic dude, seriously, ever think about modeling?” He was stunned, but you kept going. “Your eyes are insane, could I braid your hair sometime? Oh also, how’d you kill that guy? I tried everything! I want to do that too, think you can teach me, angel?”

You were loud, and you talked a lot. Your smile was almost as blinding as your energy was suffocating. Poor Giyuu could hardest keep up, his heart beating weirdly fast.

“..My name is Giyuu Tomioka. Stop calling me that.” He said bluntly, and somehow you managed to grin even bigger, shaking his hand with your own. Giyuu grimaced at the demon blood that was touching his hand right now.

“Well, I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meetcha’ Giyuu.” His eye twitched at the abrupt use of his first name, wondering if you had any manners whatsoever.

He kept walking, and you followed, looking at him like he was the most interesting thing ever.

“Sooo what was that guy? He was totally strong, like he hella kicked me at least 15 feet, actually I think my rib might be broken..” You questioned it, poking at your abdomen.

The man beside you sighed. “That was a demon. You can only kill them with special nichirin weapons, which is why he didn’t die for you.” He said only what he needed to, hoping you wouldn’t say more. Unfortunately, you did have more to say. You always had more to say, didn’t you?

“So this is your job or whatever? How do I apply?”

He looked at you weirdly, his brow furrowed. You were nothing but a foolish girl, wanting to work in the corps without need to. “Why would you want to be a demon slayer?” He asked honestly, surprised he was still even tolerating you.

You tilted your head like it was obvious. “So we can be colleagues, obviously. And so I can slice and dice bitches. That’s badass as fuck.”

You wanted to work with him? That’s ridiculous. He was nothing special, just barely getting by. But something about your happy-go-lucky personality, and that stupid smile you had whenever you looked at him reminded which of someone special. Which is maybe why he was in front of your house, one you lived at with your mother who was already looking at you with disdain, like seeing her daughter come home covering in blood was a casual thing.

He turned to you, handing you a lousy nichirin sword. “To practice, this is the only thing that can kill demons. In five months there’s a final selection, 15 miles north. Don’t die.”

You had washed off the remaining blood on your clothes by now, changing into some hakama pants and a clean kimono. That said, you grinned giddily, taking the sword in your hand and jumping up onto the man, wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug.

Giyuu stilled, unsure of how to react or if he even wanted to. By now, if it were anyone else he would have been gone long ago, so why was he letting you hang off of him like some overweight koala? You put your mouth by his ear, your warm breath hitting his neck as you whisper one last thing,

“I’ll miss you, Giyuu.” You smirked, pulling away and beginning to walk back into your little house, waving a goodbye with a big grin.

You barely missed the way his ears turned a der shade of pink, and how fast his heart started beating.

In the next five months you trained hard, going through the motions of exorcise and sword work everyday as you finished your studies and kept up with chores. Giyuu visited three times, not having a lot of time to spare. Apparently he was the highest rank in the corps, and you were determined to stand by him.

Turns out, a sadistic girl with zero will to live made a damn good slayer. You finished the final selection, proud and unscathed, using the same blade your dearest friend had gifted you. After hearing the news of your return—Giyuu and you would send letters via crow often— He came to your house as soon as he could, a spark of hope igniting that maybe you wouldn’t leave him.

The two of you had grown close enough, so the stoic man invited you to be his Tsuguko. He didn’t want to hold you back, and sometimes he thought you’d be better off with another slayer. You were strong, both mind and body, he knew you had so much potential but seeing your happiness just getting to work with him helped push a lot of those thoughts away.

One day, they were having an annual Hashira meeting, when the master turned to him. “Giyuu, I understand you have a Tsuguko now, yes? How is it?”

This blew their fucking minds.

Giyuu avoided the leering eyes, only responding with a vague answer. “She’s fine, learns quickly. She’ll probably climb the ranks in no time,” For the first time since he joined, he was more sure about that fact than anything. Of course, others noticed and didn’t hesitate to point it out,

Shinobu was first to turn, her eyes wide and smile delighted. She pranced up to Giyuu after the meeting, annoyingly sweet and teasing. “I’m surprised you landed a Tsuguko with your attitude, Tomioka.”

He looked at her blankly for a moment, almost insulted, but decided he didn’t really give a shit and turned away. Not before muttering under his breath, “I’m surprised you landed one with yours..”

Safe to say he was learning a thing or two from you.

The two of you stood across from each other, swords angled in front of you. Sparring was your main form of practice together, as the rest of it revolved around strength training for you. In a flash you both lunged, swords clashing, bodies moving in sync. Your movements were fast, aggressive, playful. You took it slow, liking the chase more than the kill. Giyuu was the opposite. He was precise, quick, every movement purposeful and calculated.

Like your personalities, they were quick to clash. He got a hit on you, your sword coming up too late and had you stumbling back a few feet. You steadied yourself, already ready for more. This was the funnest thing to you, being able to spar with him.

"You were distracted," He stated, his face deadpan as usual. "Your movements are too reckless, they need to be more fluid, or you'll leave yourself open."

You grinned, fixing your grip on the sword. "You're quite the distraction. I was admiring your hair, a strand was in your eye, and I wanted to fix it."

He scoffed, mostly unfazed by your advances. He used to get flustered, turning around and walking inside every time. You were nothing if not honest about how you felt. Maybe not so direct, but it was there. In the flirty comments and bold statements was something real, something between only the two of you.

"Focus, (Y/N). We aren't stopping until you can beat me." He ran a strict schedule, but you were determined. Minutes went by, your swords clashing, dodging. Teasing remarks were thrown, smack talk if you will. A hint of amusement of his lips as you jumped around him, shouting gibberish.

You made yourself airborne, avoiding his slash and locking your legs around him, bringing the man to your ground with a thud.

You stared for a little too long, straddling his torso. He looked pretty like this, his hair sprawled out on the ground. Grinning, you poked his chest. "I win~ You owe me that date now."

Giyuu quipped a brow, throwing you off of him as he got up, brushing the dust off of his uniform. "I didn't agree to a date."

You pouted, resting your hand in your palm. That night, he got you a strawberry cheesecake, just like you agreed upon. A date would have to wait. But for him, you'd wait forever.

On a sunny day, no missions, the two of you sat outside by the pond, basking in silence. You weren't particularly fond of silence, but Giyuu liked it. It was calming, and you were always talking so this was shut the fuck up hours for you.

The silence was cut short however as two figures walked up, one smiling menacingly and the other looking like she didn't agree to this.

"You must be Tomioka's tsuguko, hm?" The butterfly girl asked, tilting her head at you. Your eyes flickered to Giyuu's blank ones that held slight irritation, then back to her.

"Loud and proud. Who're you, pretty lady?" Her smile widened, a sparkling glint in her eyes.

"Kocho Shinobu, the butterfly pillar. You're quite the charmer, unlike your master." She giggled to herself.

The other girl was Mitsuri, the love pillar. The two of them dragged you away, no complaints coming from you or your superior.

Mitsuri liked to gossip, asking questions like 'Are you and Tomioka together??' and 'Do you like him?'. Shinobu was more 'Does he always look like he just smelled shit or does he just not like us?' and 'Does he brush his hair?'.

The three of you really hit it off despite your differences, and they found your personality an interesting contrast to your dear friend's.

Shinobu introduced you to her own Tsuguko, a small girl who talked even less than your teacher. You promised her a sparring match soon, hugging her in an embrace she didn't return. Much like you and Giyuu's first hug, actually.

The girls would often ask about you, just to tease him mostly. "Tomioka!"Mitsuri called out, jogging over to the water pillar. "How's (Y/N)? I haven't seen her in forever! Tell her I said hi, kay?"

Heads were turned, the hashira started talking.

"So, are you ever going to ask her out, Tomioka?" Shinobu teased, poking at the man's shoulder. He rolled his eyes, not engaging. It was a ridiculous notion, really. You were everything he wasn't.

You had just come back from a mission with your dear friend and teacher, and you had gotten a pretty big cut along your abdomen. It wasn't anything that couldn't be patched up, but Giyuu was not happy with you.

"That was reckless. You could have dodged that," He stated, like it was a face, his usual nonchalant expression holding the smallest amount of anger.

You skipped along the dirt road beside him, your blood still pumping from the adrenaline, a grin still present. "I could have, but what's the fun if it's over so fast, y'know?"

Giyuu didn't know, and he didn't understand the pleasure you got from getting hurt, putting yourself in danger just for the fun of it.

"I'm flattered you're so worried about me, Giyuu." You smiled cheekily at him, a gesture he didn't return. He never did, but especially not now.

"You're insufferable.." He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. As he was about to continue his lecture, the two of you paused, a wall of people standing in front of you.

Two you recognized, Shinobu and Mitsuri, who looked at you knowingly. You were probably standing too close to him, it wasn't 'respectful'. You didn't care, and Giyuu didn't either, but they might.

"I'm surprised she's real, I figured it might just be a figment of his imagination." The serpent hashira sneered, eyeing the two of you like a spectacle.

The white-haired one beside him let out an ugly cackle. "She looks like a weakling, must be if she's training under Tomioka."

You tried not to say anything, but they really made it too easy. Shinobu could practically hear the gears in your head grinding, already smiling and taking a step back.

"Where the fuck are your eyebrows dawg?" You blurted out, gagging half the Hashira. Giyuu stiffened beside you, already seeing this coming. He avoided introducing you to them for a reason, godammit.

Sanemi's eye twitched, and you continued. "You're not worth my insults, besides, with that forehead of yours they'll just fly right over your head anyway."

Your eyes flickered to Obanai, judgment written all over your face. "One big bird comes by and it's over for that snake. Giyuu is actually nice unlike the assholes like you who plague the corps, so not too much on my boy, aight?"

Obanai seethed, his snake beside him oblivious as ever. He was almost embarrassed, Mitsuri giggling beside him and Rengoku's bisterous laughter on the other side. "I like your fighting spirit, young lady!" He praised, his voice as fiery as his hair.

The big beefy one with the makeup laughed, slapping a hand over his knee. "Oh my god, this is gold. She's flashy, I like her! I might have to snag her for myself, Tomioka!" He was surprised that someone as flashy as you would be into someone as unflashy as Tomioka.

You huffed, an amused grin on your face as you stepped closer to your hashira, setting your head on his shoulder. "Sorry, I've got my sights set on this one already, I'm right where I want to be."

Mitsuri squealed, her face heating up at the outward display of affection.

Giyuu's eyes widened slightly, his shoulders tensing as he felt your body against his. You not only stuck up for him, but you showed everyone here where you stood. He didn't show it, but he loved it. He loved that about you, how you weren't afraid to show up for him

When Giyuu put his life on the line for some demon girl and her brother, you put yours too. Y'all were the definition of 'ride or die'. Giyuu had his worries of you leaving him or dying, but everytime you came back and proved him otherwise. He trusted you when he trusted no one else.

When you met Tanjiro, he immediately found you endearing and could literally smell how much you adored Giyuu. You got along with his sister too, meeting her after vouching your life on her. He was overjoyed that Giyuu had someone like you by his side.

Zenitsu had immediately tried to marry you, clinging to you like it was life or death. On multiple occasions, Giyuu had stepped in, dragging him off and glaring daggers at the boy. After that, Tanjiro had always kept him at a distance, making sure to remind the boy, "Mister Tomioka will get mad at you, remember?"

The other Hashira warmed up to you as well, each in their own special ways. Obanai had to by exposure therapy via Mitsuri where he had to witness first hand his snake liking you more than him.

Uzui and Rengoku already liked you due to your loud and unfiltered personality, always ready for a fight, and going headfirst into literally anything.

It probably took the longest for Sanemi to warm up to you, the two of you in a constant argument. Anytime you two saw each other, it was on fucking sight. Immediate bickering. It became just how the two of you communicated.

The first time you and Giyuu kissed was so stupid. You were exhausted after a mission, your mind still hazy from the battle.

The sun was beginning to rise and the two of you slumped down on the side of the trail, a large field slowly buzzing to life.

Giyuu looked lovely, the shadows contouring his face just right, his hair falling over his shoulders and his uniform slightly disheveled. You wanted that cookie bad.

Life was short, and you were destined to make it shorter. You were never one to beat around the bush or wait. So in that moment, exhausted and probably not thinking straight from the blood loss, you went on your tippy toes, one hand on his chest and the other on the side of his cheek, and you kissed him. Your body flattened against his as you deepened the kiss, not feeling him pull away. The sun had rose more by the time you had separated, and you could clearly see his flushed cheeks and the shock on his face.

Somewhere deep inside you might have been a little flustered, but you didn’t regret it. You smiled, turned on your heel like it was nothing. The two of you walked back in comfortable silence, Giyuu’s from pure shock and yours from just thinking. Thinking how you’ve never wanted something so bad.

During the final battle against the demons you had fought like hell, risking everything for one purpose. It was for him, Giyuu Tomioka. He was so incredible, fighting with amazing precision and almost too fast to keep up with. And wherever he was, you were there, always making sure you got up just in case he didn’t. You were always there, not protecting him but just waiting, a precaution. He had never see you so focused, so still. You had fought with everything he had ever taught you. Because of you, he came out of the battle whole.

And you did it all with a big, wicked grin on your face.

After it was all said and done, he got down on one knee and proposed. No more labels, no more demon slayer corps, just you and him and a shiny ring.

Of course, you said yes. Jumping into his arms and spinning around.

The two of you were each other's missing half, the traits the other lacked, fire and ice water. lol.

He learned how to live and love without holding back, and you learned how to hold back to keep living.

This took me THREE FUCKING TIMES to write cus fuck ass tumblr kept deleting my draft🥹 so if it feels rushed THAT’S WHY. lmk if y’all wanna see more of Giyuu and his psycho little tsuguko <33

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i cannot even DESCRIBE how much i like yoichi isagi. he’s so majestic. i love his character and his growth. i think he’s perfect. his design is basic but it works so well. the goal on the end of the second season? perfect. was waiting for that the whole season. he’s such a cutie pie i just love him and his relationships w all the others. i don’t want any harm to ever come to him. i love him so much. he WILL be the best striker in the world fuck evb else. 💕

p.s. yes i AM working on chapter 3 of the pr manager x reader fic🥹

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Gachiakuta boys x f! reader who struggles w/ addiction

Zanka and Jabber with a s/o who struggles with substance abuse

Characters who will be featured: Riyo, Enjin, Rudo, Semiu, August, Eisha,

!!PLEASE READ THE LIST OF WARNINGS BELOW!!

warnings: drvg abuse, mental illness, sensitive subjects, addiction, v0m!t, hurt/comfort

P.S. I am in NO way promoting this or romanticizing this. This is a real thing people struggle with, such as myself in the past, and it is not healthy whatsoever. If you are struggling with substances, please find help from a professional. If you've read all of the above, I hope you enjoy :)

Zanka

Oh Zanka.. sweet sweet Zanka

You and Zanka probably met when he was out on a mission, going through an alleyway for a short cut when he hears coughing, sniffling, one of the two and then the sound of..bodily projections

He tries to ignore it but unfortunately for him, he happens to land himself right in front of you, his face bunching up in distaste when he saw you

It wasn’t because of your face, no, in fact, you were perfect. Your hair covered part of your face, but your eyes caught the dim lighting of the alley and stared right at him making perfect eye contact. Your pupils were dialated, looking like a stray cat.

That’s when he looked down, your body was shaking all over as you sat hunched over, saliva dripping from your lips and eyes bloodshot

That’s how you ended up in Alice’s office, loopy and giggling as she poked around on your body

As you sat on the cot, kicking your feet and smiling, Zanka stood by uncomfortably holding his staff, trying not to make eye contact with you as you stared at him through hazy eyes.

“Zanka..That’s your name, right? Zanka..Zanka..” You said to yourself, trying to force your hazy mind to remember the cute boy’s name. Such a gentleman he was, his hand wrapped around your waist to keep you from stumbling and taking you to some loud, bald and wrinkly doctor

As the ‘woman’ lectured you about what you’re putting in your body, you were looking at Zanka like he was weed itself, your cheeks dusted pink as your heart thrummed in your chest

It wasn’t like when the stimulants made your heart beat, it was a natural essence that you were getting addicted to.

Afterwards, you left with a sly smile on your face and a woozy wave back to Zanka as you walked back to whatever shack you were staying in. A dirty house with a few other people living in it, all doing the same or worse stuff than you.

After that, Zanka couldn’t forget the addicted girl who he met in the alleyway, and the drugged out smile you had on your face as you looked at him with more affection and admiration than anyone has ever before

He would go to your city on ‘business’ only to coincidentally end up running into you. Every time, you’d welcome him with a hug which he often didn’t return. Despite this, he couldn’t bite back the upwards tug on his lips.

You smelled like smoke and incense, a constant haze over your eyes. And whenever Zanka would come by you’d stop whatever you were doing and give him your full, undivided attention. As much attention as you could of course, ignoring the colorful bubbles and patterns splotching your view. His face was the only clear thing you ever saw.

“Why’re ya lookin’ at me like that?” Zanka asked, trying to pretend his ears weren’t going pink at the attention. You were at a small restaurant, perched up on a barrel swinging your legs back and forth in an antsy way, batting your eyelashes at the boy.

“You’re the best thing I ever got, Zanka.”

The only thing that made you want to work harder was him. He was always trying to improve, and he deserved someone who could keep up. The want to be that person overrided any drug.

Once, him and Riyo were out, and you ran up to him and hugged him, introducing yourself to Riyo. Afterward, Riyo asked him a million different questions, and told all the cleaners about Zanka’s little girlfriend.

Once you started crying, drunk or high, maybe both. That night he took you back to the cleaners, he didn’t care what anyone said. He couldn’t let you in good consciousness keep doing this to yourself.

Now, imagine Enjin’s surprise when Zanka came back with a girl, oh he was ecstatic. “Zanka! My man! I knew you had it in you, make sure to leave to door open,” Followed by disgustingly loud laughter.

Zanka’s face heated up, stammering as he tried and failed to defend himself. “I-it isn’t like that! She’s a new recruit!”

Yeah, so actually you weren’t but guess what? Now you’re a part of the cleaners!

Obviously, you couldn’t keep doing what you were before but your body still craved it.

There was a lot of days you couldn’t get out of bed, non stop shaking. You couldn’t eat for days and would beg him for something, anything.

Zanka stayed with you through every infirmary visit, every night terror, he would hold your hair over the toilet or rub your back as you had withdrawals

Any time other cleaners would start to ask questions he’d shut them down, and continue right on his merry way to go see you.

The two of you would go on nature walks, meditation, and as it happens he was in charge of training you so he could keep you at the cleaners with him.

Eventually, you were sober for months and they threw you a big, stupid party where you weren’t even allowed to drink but it was so, so fun having people who cared.

Zanka asked you to be his girlfriend, and of course you agreed. He was the only thing you were addicted to now, and he loved it. And so did you because both of you knew you’d never leave each other.

Jabber

Jabber would be fucking stoked

Would definitely want you to try his toxins

Might get slightly freaked out if you ask for them consistently, he's all for it don't get me wrong, but I feel like if he knows how you are and cares about you he might be like "aight chill on that.."

Y’all would get high together in his bed, or on a rooftop just looking up at the stars. Anytime you made eye contact, the two of you would start giggling like idiots

You guys met when Jabber was high off his ass, giggling and singing some tunes when he ran into you. Well, it was unclear who ran into who but next thing you were asking was what he was on, and if you could have some

Literal hearts in his pretty pink eyes, let me tell you

The two of you paraded the alleyways like crack heads, which..y’know

Anytime y’all were together for the first few months, he had never actually seen you sober.

In this time, you were only friends who’d run into eachother in the dirtiest, most sketchy places known to man. Alleyways, bars, abandoned buildings, you always knew where the other would be cause it would be the worst looking place ever

One day you skipped on over to him, your eyes clear for a change. He was on a mission, and you were asking for some toxins

“Aight, aight..if you come with me, I’ll give you some, how’s that sound ma?”

you were sold. He began to see your real personality away from all the drugs, and it was unclear when, but sometime while the two of you were walking together, Jabber had fallen. hard.

You were even more fun off the drugs, but of course a deal is a deal, and you ended the day laughing together on the ground with wide grins

After this, he hung out with you more, just the two of you. Without Mankira, and he saw you improving a lot. Despite hanging out with him more, you were doing drugs less. Funny how that works, huh?

Turns out you had a vital instrument similar to his so he invites you to join the raiders! The two of you word perfectly together, fighting bitches and stressing Zodyl the fuck out

When Jabber gets hurt too bad, you’re basically the designated one to get him back on his feet.

He doesn’t let you use his toxins anymore unless he has a new one then he might let you have a little just for all the hard work you do fr!

You’re actually really chill compared to his over the top personality, so you level each other out. Still completely on the same brain waves though

The two of you never put a label on it, until one day the two of you were chilling at the base, half of your body laid out across his lap with a joint in your mouth. He’s looking at you like you’re something special, sees you as more as just a friend or drug buddy, but you were his person, seriously

“So..I ain’t know about alla’ that boyfriend girlfriend shit, but I want you to be mines.”

You looked up from your blunt, eyes widened and a pink dust tinting your face. You kissed him before he could say anything else.

[ditzvang3l]

Ajin!Reader x Gachiakuta

Warnings! K!dn@pping, harsh language, t0rtvre, Tamsy being evil asf, experimentation, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

Chapter 3

You were going to kill this evil little twink and you swore that to everything you ever cared for.

It had been three days since you’ve been strung up in some kind of yarn, you had gathered. ‘Tokushin’ is what the man referred to it as. It was tight, rubbed in all the wrong places, wrapped around your body just enough to dangle you off the floor. If you resisted? It tightened, restricting even the smallest movement and airways.

He cut off your arm twice, the same one in different spots. It made you sweat all over, a cold, chilling sweat as the air hit your humerus bone from the inside. Your stomach was cut so deep your intestines fell out of your abdomen. The bandages that wrapped your mouth to cover your screams were replaced time and time again just from coughing up numerous amounts of blood.

The first time you died from shock, the pain overwhelming your body so much, Then it was blood loss. You were electrocuted once, wires connecting to your head to read your brain waves. Feeling your entire nervous system being fried and then having to come back from that was an experience like no other.

Each time your body came back, your nutrients were restored but he gave you things anyways. Non-necessities. He said it was efficient. You said he might just be going soft on you.

You had just had a particularly hard session, he called them.

He wanted to see your organs. Meaning he sliced you from the jugular to pelvis, pulling your heart or a lung straight from your thoracic cage and examining. So many damn tests. Needles had been punctured through you so many times, but it almost felt nice if you compared it to having your leg broke so bad that your fibula was touching the outside of your thigh. He was nice enough to drug you half the time when he wasn't trying to gauge your brain waves, so safe to say opioids were becoming part of your daily diet. But he didn't consider that a risk because apparently, when you die and come back, any physiological dependency leaves your system.

It was all logical to him. Nothing more and nothing less. Maybe he enjoyed it just a little.

You were just reset. That's what he called you dying and coming back. Your vital instrument working like it was a part of you now. Wrapping you up and solidifying, a black matter spreading throughout the bandages and fixing your broken parts. Restoring what was took.

The oversized yarn strained slightly as your muscles pulsed, your breathing shallow and sweat building under the bandages that were your false comfort throughout this entire experience.

Feeling your mouth being uncovered, you tried to speak only to become lost in a fit of coughs. Your throat was scratchy and raw, your voice trapped underneath the filth coating your airway.

Feeling a cup to your lips, you instinctively swallowed the liquid poured into your mouth from it. You add assessed that it was water after the fact. This was another thing he did that pissed you off to no end.

"Drink slowly, I don't want you choking now." His soothing voice called out, angling the cup differently so you wouldn't take in as much at a time. After you had drunk it all, he pulled the heavenly hydration from your lips, wiping your chin with his thumb.

“Perhaps I should give you a break, after all, you’ve been so good for me, angel.” He sighed in content, and in an instant, Tokushin began to release you, returning to the yarn winder. As your limbs had been freed your body dropped to the ground, your feet hitting the ground in almost an instant. You weren’t that high up after all, just barely off the hard basement floor. The lack of mobility in the past days took a toll on your body and you had begun to fall again when toned arms wrapped around your body, holding you up and close to him.

The man, your captor, held you against his body, setting your head in the crook of his neck. At first, you didn’t move. Maybe from the shock of being released, exhaustion, you really couldn’t say. He was warm, his long hair tickling your nose and his lips against your head, turned upwards into a smirk you wanted nothing more than to rip off his stupidly pretty face. A face you hadn’t seen in three days, but one you imagined looking at you everytime he made you bleed. Each time he killed you.

His hand combed through your hair, breaking the tangles and swiping it out of your face. A finger must have caught onto your wraps, because one second it was black, and the next everything seemed so bright. So painfully bright.

Wincing, your eyes carefully adjusted to the new found light, widening as you came face to face with him. He stared down at you like he had nothing but kindness in his heart, care for you. It was sickening, truly.

He smiled, the hand that hadn’t been supporting your back coming up to your face, settling a cold palm against your cheek.

"I miscalculated your tolerance threshold yesterday," he says calmly, "That was..ineffecient of me."

You blinked, your eyes widened at the nerve. "You mean when you cut my arm off?" You breathed out in disbelief. Your lips twitched up, finding this almost funny.

"It was temporary," He said bluntly, his eyes studying you. He wasn't looking at you like you were a waste, but like you were something worthy of keeping for himself. And you weren't sure how that made you feel, but you didn't back away. Not yet.

The two-toned man backed away first, letting your weakened body slip to the ground. "You did well," He said, observingly almost, "Not many subjects would be able to keep their mind."

You lifted a brow. "Are you flirting with me right now? Cause I have got to tell you, most girls prefer not to be called a 'subject'," you pointed out.

He ignores you. "I'm simply observing. You're strong-willed, capable even. But unstable, you mind is which correlates to your vital instrument.” He deduced.

"Do you enjoy this?" You asked with a forced grin that didn’t match your eyes.

"I enjoy variables that resist predictability." He says bluntly. "You're..engaging."

He's writing something down on a pad he pulls from a nearby table, littered with sharp tools. Tools with your blood coating them.

"What are you doing?" You ask cynically.

"Documenting." He replies curtly.

You dryly laugh, one 'ha'.

"Document this." You lift a hand, your middle finger springing up.

He blinks, unimpressed.

"Your vital instrument is incredible. It seems to have tethered itself so closely to your conscience that it acts almost entirely on its own," He put his notes away, peering down at you.

Your jaw was clenched as anger brewed deep inside of you, a dark and malicious feeling of pure violence. More than anything, you want to yank his pretty hair and smash his head so hard into the floor that he becomes unrecognizable just so you need have to see that stupid smirk ever again.

The thing you hated about him the most was how he never seemed to have any hatred toward you. In fact, he looked at you like you were everything to him. Like you were his sole purpose.

He always cleaned you up the best he could, made sure you were hydrated even when you didn't need it. He'd pause the experiments when you passed out, and if it was too much, he'd drug you up until you had learned to associate the pain with pleasure.

He'd brush your hair and wrap you back up every time. And he'd wash your bandages just like you liked them, with soap that smelled nice. Everything always had an intention with him. Always efficient and logical, but sometimes you doubted how necessary it really was to whisper small praises and drag his hand over your cheek all sweetly.

It was sickening. He noticed everything about you, from your temperature to what you were feeling, every twitch and involuntary movement. And the worst part about it was how warm it made you feel. He'd do it like it was all just science to him, but to you it was so much more than that.

(E/C) lit up in your eyes, the color prominent as it glowed, lighting up your face. If looks could kill, your crazed, manic eyes would have obliterated the man in front of you.

“Oh, that’s a scary look, angel.” He mused, an easy smile on his face.

Your shoulders shook as you began to choke on your own laughter, a sharp grin presenting itself as rest of you bandages had fallen from your face.

Then, you felt them unravel fully from your neck, your skin becoming bare for the first time in days. Every layer of the thick cloth had began to unwind itself at a rapid rate, your entire body becoming quickly exposed to the cool air that bit your skin.

Confused at your predicament, you looked up to your captor as if he might have the answers. A similar expression was on his face, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as your bandages, mere cotton and cloth, had come undone entirely on its own.

Your pupils dilated as your eyes glowed brighter, locking onto your treasured bandages. Just as before when you had been crushed, then again every time you had died to this man’s hand, Your bandages had begin to turn back in an instant. Instead of wrapping around you, they were wrapping around themselves, creating some kind of..ghost.

You watched with an insane grin as they had made legs, tall and lanky, a long and impossibly thin torso, arms, and a head. Before you, stood a seven foot tall ghost, a creation made of bandages and black matter. And it was yours.

A ghost. With a big, razor sharp grin in between the folds on its face and deadly claws. And it was staring right at the scared man, not with its eyes but with its stance, entirely ready to kill if you gave the order.

Oh. But you never listened to orders, so why should your Ghost?

Before you could utter a word to the monster, it had lunged forward, its claw entirely aimed at murdering the man who stood in front of you, his face torn between impressed and horrified.

You stumbled back, pushing yourself away with your legs until you hit the wall, forced to watch it tear him apart. Except it stopped, right as it came face to face with the man who had been cutting through you like a pig for slaughter, the man who always spoke to you so softly afterwards, the one who made you numb in the worst and best ways possible, the one who had brushed your hair for you when you couldn’t.

Eyes widening, you suddenly cursed yourself for this realization. It wouldn’t kill him unless you truly intended to, and you didn’t. Why couldn’t you? All it was take is one cut to the jugular and it’d be over.

“Ghost..” You muttered, your voice wobbly. A smile still cracked your face open, displaced and crazed, your teeth nearly grinding together. “Kill him, kill him so bad. DO IT!” You yelled, your nails clawing at the ground below you as you shook, too overwhelmed to stand.

Maybe fear, excitement, you couldn't distinguish your emotions anymore, not now.

"How fascinating," He murmered, looking at the tall, dark figure with pure fascination. "It seems to be disobeying your direct orders, perhaps reacting to your subconscious mind?"

Fingers digging into the ground, your eye twitches at his casualness. You hated how beautiful he was. How soft his voice was, how easily it soothed you.

"Hey," He hummed, his eyes flickering in your direction. You bit your lip once, hesitating on your next words for the first time in your life before speaking, "What's your name?"

A smile played on his lips, his cold eyes scanning you. "Tamsy Caines, my dear."

You hummed, making eye contact with him, a deadpan expression on your face. "Tamsy.." You tested out, your eyes flickering to the ground then back to him. "..I hate you."

Tamsy's eyebrows raised slightly in slight amusement, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. "How charming. Fortunately, I'm finished with the tests here. I'd like to see your vital instrument in action."

"Planning a field trip?" You asked, letting your bandages dissolve and creep back onto your skin, providing you with more layers than a bra and underwear. Who knows what else this obsessed creep wanted to test, but you were damn sure he wouldn't be trying any freak shit, or he's a dead man.

“I may be. However, for now we have more pressing matters.” Tamsy held out a hand for you to take which you hesitantly did, lifting you to your feet. It felt weird to stand in your own two legs again almost, but nice. Like this was one step towards escaping Mr. Fancy pants.

“We??” You questioned, exasperated. No way in HELL were you doing anything except finding a grand ole’ bed right now.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you? I was thinking I could take us to dinner, my treat.” He smiled, his labret perched right under his lip positioned right in the middle. You should have said no, but head empty and stomach emptier you agreed absent mindedly.

And so began this very tense, very toxic acquaintanceship.

[draculiette]

the blue lock boys and their alternative girlfriend ♡

featuring ᥫ᭡ shidou, sae, rin, nagi

shidou literally worships his gyaru girlfriend. he's constantly in awe of the way you dress, always covered in accessories (that he often borrows without giving them back) from head to toe no matter the occasion—and whenever he's around his teammates, he boasts about you and says, "see that? i did her makeup today." or "she's so fucking beautiful. you can agree, i won't get mad." which makes you blush every time.

knowing shidou, he's never afraid to break stereotypes—hence why he pulls up to every match in his signature eyeliner, light-coloured mascara and unmatched confidence. when you experiment with new makeup styles on each other, he will 100% wear it outside even if it turns out like shit because "are you serious, babe? i'm not about to waste the makeup crafted by a goddess."

sae and his jirai kei girlfriend are polar opposites. a world-class striker and fashion maven were a pair no one expected but everyone adores. he doesn't say it much, but he shows his love for your unique sense of fashion through the little things. whenever he comes home from spain, he'll gift you souvenirs like fabric with delicate patterns, or lace trims. every other day, you'll model new outfits for him to see if they fit well, but sae isn't very helpful. he says they're all gorgeous.

"you like these, right?" he says, casually dropping the bag full of goods in front of you. sae admires the amount of effort it takes for you to customise clothes to your liking. when you're out on a date and your platform heels start to hurt, he won't hesitate to carry you or let you wear his. "idiot. i told you to bring spare shoes." he says deadpanned, treading the sidewalk barefoot.

rin pretends to not care—but deep within the confines of his heart, he's head over heels for his goth girlfriend. he wholeheartedly believes you're way out of his league. you stand out from the crowd in every game, often rocking a full face + a monochromatic version of his jersey that you had custom-made to match your aesthetic. rin never once complained about how long it takes you to get ready. he gets the privilege of seeing his stunning girlfriend, and that's already a blessing for him.

he shops with you all the time, even if it's not his personal style. also, this man is an absolute stalker and is not ashamed of it. when you first started dating, he would literally scroll through your instagram and like posts from two years ago. when you teased him about it, he simply said, "what? you look amazing. not lukewarm like everyone else."

nagi doesn't really understand his scene girlfriend. isn't it a pain to meticulously layer a colourful outfit every day? who needs that many bracelets? ..why do you look so good in it? he wonders but doesn't mind it at all, acknowledging the dedication you put into every look by helping you organise your beads or tease your hair. he kept saying that your hair feels dead, but who was he to judge? maybe it's a part of the aesthetic, he ponders.

"i like your bracelet." he says bluntly, pointing at your beaded cuff. "can you make me one too so we can match?" nagi loves how you look like a human rainbow in comparison to the bland slop he wears as.. 'clothes'. one of his favourite things to do with you is dye your hair, often suggesting new colours and patterns you should try next. "i don't get it but you look really cool. like a video game character."

a/n part two here !!

© draculiette ✧ do not copy or repost any of my work

lovely dividers by @miuji + @hyuneskkami + @doll-fairy

[ditzvang3l]

GAHHH I LOVE THISSS

[ditzvang3l]

Blue Lock x PR Manager!Reader

F.Y.I. This story begins right after the Blue Lock vs U20 game, however I have not read to manga nor do I plan to for this story. This is going to be entirely non canon and coming directly from my ass, so rest assured, there will be no manga spoilers. This also means a few things will change according to my personal preference, such as appearances of certain characters and such. If you’d like to see anything specific or have any suggestions, please don’t hesitate to message me :)

Chapter 2

“This will be your room, while you stay. There’s a personal bathroom, and you’ll be able to get a personalized meal of your choosing from the cafeteria down the hall.” Anri pushed open the bleak looking door for you, revealing a bleaker looking room. The floors were made of carpet up until the miniature kitchen to the left right as you walked in, only big enough to fit a person and a half. There was a basic bed pushed against a wall with a singular window opening to the great out doors. A daily reminder of how you were in the middle of fucking nowhere.

It had basic utensils, hygiene products, and a tv. Excitement bubbled up in your chest at getting to reinvent this place however you want, seeing as you uncle owned it and no way were you getting out of this job. As you looked around, slamming open cabinets and peeping under the bed, Anri continued going through her little list of things she needs to tell you.

“Unfortunately you won’t be able to come and go as you please unless it is for a work related event, however you can let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded, sitting up on the bed that you had launched yourself on stomach-first just moments before. “You know Anri, if this whole making-the-worlds-best-striker gig doesn’t workout, you’d be a great tour guide,” Slinking off of the bed, you made yourself comfortable in a Crisscross applesauce on the floor. “If you don’t put em to sleep first, of course.”

She sighed, thoroughly unamused. “I’m not sure how Ego supposes you teach the boys any media skills when you lack basic manners..”

You laughed, laying back on your hands. “I have great people skills actually, I just like ya’.”

She huffed, turning away just before you could see her ears turn pink at your boldness. On second thought, maybe this is the best job for someone like you.

Despite your chaotic nature, you were charismatic, persuasive, and more confident than any of the press was. You weren’t afraid of them, and you knew how to show them that while making them look bad.

If anything, you were perfect for the job. Anri knew that, she knew it the second Ego insisted you were the only one he trusted for it. But it didn’t change the fact that you were impossible to control.

“(Y/N)! I haven’t finished giving you the tour yet— where are you even going?!” The woman shouted after you, placing a hand on the wall as she stopped chasing after you in her heels.

“I’m going to meet him! obviously!” You shouted back, a big ass smile on your face and shouting too loud for ten pm.

“Who?!” Anri shouted back, panic in her voice as if Ego himself was going to murder her if she went back without you safely returned to your lodgings.

“Number Eleven! Yoichi Isagi.. I’m just going to say hi!!” You cackled down the hall, turning swiftly on your foot to let her know, “Don’t you worry about me! Stressing will give you wrinkles, Anri! Jin knows alllll about it, trust me.”

"Y-you can't just wander off like that!" She yelled after you pointlessly.

"I'm not allowed to smoke in here! I'll wander off if I want to!"

Turning on your heel once more, you continued your descent down the empty, lifeless halls. Anri sighs, wiping her brow and deciding she doesn’t get paid enough for this, returning back to the office.

Searching for door number ##, you began to skip, shoving your head into every door to look for the navy haired man. He made you feel so alive, those crazy eyes of his on the field, his playing style, that little interview of his. The man of the hour, truly. How could you possibly sleep when your mind was on haywire with his play recreating itself on loop in your head?

The fit consisted of a skull-decorated t-shirt and grey, loose shorts that were the same shade of the skull on your shirt. On your feet you had big, hot pink slippers with shin-high socks, criminal truly. Surely your black under eye shadow had smeared by now, making you look like some kind of raccoon imitating Gerard Way.

This was the average look on most nights, and you had no plans of changing your life style for this place or this new job of yours.

Hearing chatter somewhere up ahead you ran up, sliding to a stop in front of a door that read “dorm number 003”. Barging into an all boys room who haven’t had female interaction in a good 6 months. What could possibly be the worst that could happen?

Debating knocking, you decided you were above practices such as that and slid your hand over the door knob, twisting and pushing it open.

Immediately, the sound you heard before was amplified, and you could now see the source.

A nearly bald kid ran around some..gorilla who was chasing him with a slipper and yelling something about cleaning.

On the beds was one of the other goal scorers from the game, a cute white haired boy who had a lazy look on his face as he messed with some gaming console. On the same bed as him, sitting and watching him play was the copycat boy, you remembered. The one who stole the other team’s defender’s move. He was really cool, with super punk purple hair tied up in a pony tail. Other than watching the lazy looking one play, he seemed to be scolding the other two boys who were in the middle of the room.

Trying to escape the firm grasp of a monkey looking boy with piss yellow hair was none other than Isagi himself, in the flesh.

You could almost die happily now.

As you fully opened the door, all action in the room subsided as they all turned to look at you.

“A..girl?” The monkey one said, slightly releasing his hold on Isagi. “Huh.”

“HUH?!” The gorilla ish one shouted, his veins popping out of his neck and making you slightly regret your decision.

The white and purple haired duo only blinked, light shock on their face and nothing more.

The bald one halted his screaming, dropping to his knees at the mere sight of you.

Looking around the room, you could only let out an amused breath of air. "Wow.. this place looks like shit, y'all live like this?"

The piss-haired one cackled, throwing his head back with it like you had just said the funniest shit ever. "Oh, I like you," He said, a grin on his face.

Grinning back, you made yourself real comfy against the doorway. "I'm tickled pink," you looked him up and down. "You look like you eat puppies."

"Maybe, heheh."

You crossed your arms over your chest, letting out a sign. "Hm, that could be good for engagement, or force you into an apology response. I don't feel like doing that, so please never say that shit again." You concluded, smiling sweetly.

“..Sorry? Who are you?” Isagi asked timidly, similarly to his post-game interview.

You bit your lip, debating what to say. It really shouldn’t be that difficult, but you hadn’t actually planned this interaction out. But that was fine, because this was just another test. Everything in life was, that was what Jinpachi Ego had taught you, anyway. You always had to be the best, completely confident in every step, it had to be reflexive. Something got lost in translation as you grew older, and the line blended between calculation and impulse, recklessness, chaos.

Grinning, you spoke again like it was something planned.

"(Y/N), and your very own PR manager. I've been dying to meet you, Yoichi."

The room stilled a minute as the boy in front of you choked, blue eyes going wide. "Me? Why?"

Giggling, you stepped forward, kicking the door closed behind you. Leaning closer, you took your finger and placed it under his chin, observing him. Some would argue 'admiring' would be the more correct term, but you preferred the formal. You had to be professional here, after all.

"You don't ask questions, sweetie. I ask you questions, and you respond in confidence, because you aren't just answering the question, you're giving the whole world a sliver of Japan's new striker's mind. Y'all can't afford to hesitate. Just like scoring a goal, you get it, don't you?" You took your finger off his chin, leaving his cheeks dusted pink.

"Yeah.." He nodded, his eyes wide as if a piece to the puzzle had just clicked into place.

"Awesome," you finally took a step back, and Isagi released a breath of air he hadn't realized he was holding. "My job is to monitor your public image. Your interviews, social media, sponsorships, shit like that. Soooo I'll be working with you, and through a screen to make sure y'all stay shiny new toys that do no wrong in the public eye."

The purple-haired one perked up, "So we will be on social media? We don't even have our phones.." He said, to which you gave him a cheeky smile in response.

"I'm creating profiles for every one of you, and you'll be getting your phones back shortly. First, I wanted to see who y'all were so I could gauge the type of profiles that would suit each of you the best. So if you don't mind introducing yourselves, that would be great!" You smiled, plopping down next to the puppy-eater.

"I'm Bachira, Meguru! Delighted to meet you~" He sang, slightly leaning into your form in a gesture you didn't mind.

"Mikage Reo, and this is Seishiro Nagi," The purple haired boy introduced, gesturing to the lazy oaf beside him. "By the way, why didn't you give us your full name?" He asked curiously, suspiciously eyeing you.

You turned your head to the side confusedly before your lips formed an 'O' shape in revelation. "I've been studying in Spain for the past few years, and we don't do that there, (L/N) is my surname, but pleae just call me (Y/N)."

Reo nodded, relaxing back into the bedframe.

"You talk a lot," His friend mumbled, still clicking away at his game.

You giggled, resting your cheek against your palm. “I get paid to do that darlin’.”

He huffed, ignoring you again.

“I’m Igarashi Gurimu! Can you make my profile super cool?!” He grinned, leaning his head against his fist as he laid down on his side.

“I will make your profile, the coolest.” You grinned at each other, a mutual understanding.

“We don’t need managing. If the public wants to get to know us, they should watch how we play.” The big gorilla man said, brooding in a corner.

“Oh you definitely need managing, king,” you teased, cheekily grinning at the scowling man.

“Do you have anything better to do?” He groaned, his veins nearly bulging out of his neck probably to resist kicking you like a football.

You whistled, tapping a manicured finger against your chin in thought. “Like..absolutely fucking kinda?? But I find you all much more interesting, and they haven’t moved in my boxes yet so my room is sooo boring.”

They perked up slightly at that.

“You live here??” Igarashi asked, looking surprised like he expected you to drive all the way up these mountains everyday just to hang around some sweaty soccer nerds.

“Mhmm—”

“Where’s your room at?!” Bachira asked, way too enthusiastically for your comfort. His face was inches from yours, his crazy ass eyes staring right into yours. You giggled, pushing him to sit back down with a finger to his forehead.

“That’s for me to know and—”

“Us to find out?” Isagi interrupted.

You smiled, getting up in a crouch to ruffle his hair. “Nope. Just for me to know.”

Bachira frowned as you got up, beginning to walk toward the door. Before you left, you turned, making eye contact with sharp blue eyes.

“Yoichi?” You asked, your voice potent in the room.

He looked up at you, still dazed from your sudden appearance.

“I want an interview, tomorrow. Just you and me, kay?” You sent a cheeky smile his way before turning on your heel, striding out the door.

Isagi was left in the room, his face both confused and flustered as he felt his heart beating just a little faster.

“Oouhhh~ Someone’s got a crushhhh,” Bachira teased him, talking about you but Isagi couldn’t help but misinterpret it, getting embarrassed.

“Shut up Bachira!” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I wonder where Ego even found her.. who is she anyway?” Reo asked aloud to nobody in particular.

“She’s got too much energy, like her brain was doing jumping jacks the whole time.” Nagi said tired, switching off his switch and lying back.

“Was she wearing polka dot toe-socks with hot pink slippers?” Igarashi wondered out loud, making Bachira cackle.

“She’s interesting! I want to play with her more,” He said, crashing down into the mound of blankets and pillows on the floor.

“Yeah..she’s interesting..” Isagi quietly agreed, forming his own hypothesis about you in his head. It was impossible to actually get a read on you, but a man could try, and he didn’t know that yet.

“Who cares about her?! Clean up this damn room!” Barou yelled, taking a blanket from under Bachira and pulling, sending the poor boy flying.

“Eek!” Igarashi squealed, jumping away.

Unbeknownst to them, your sudden and short lived presence had made an impact on the room’s atmosphere for the rest of the night, and their thoughts as they were drifting to sleep.

[ditzvang3l]

Blue lock x PR manager! Reader

This will take place more towards the end of the anime when they are actually getting media attention. The reader will be female and a PR manager, not a good one, but ego tolerates her!

Inspired by this blog, they have amazing writing and a fic similar to this one so I’d really advise you to read theirs!

Trying to be as inclusive as possible to any race, ethnicity, body type, hair color, etc! so please don’t be offended <3

Warnings: Alt!Fem!Reader, sm0k!ng potentially mentioned but very little, colorful language, reverse harem, little bit of a crack fic

Introducing.. Y/N L/N behind the scenes

@managingy/n

Likes: soccer, piercings, makeup, sm0k!ng, video games, animals, parties

Dislikes: authority figures, sadness, professionalism, boring people, the media

Age: 18 years old

Certifications: Unknown

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The net rippled as number eleven landed on his feet. The crowed erupted in cheers from all sides, japan flags waved in the packed stands.

“BLUE LOCK SCORES A MASSIVE GOAL!” The announcer shouted, a whistle signaling the end of the game following his voice.

The woman beside you inhaled and exhaled and shaky breath, her eyes nearly brought to tears.

The team gathered around its striker, a boy with deep blue eyes and navy hair. Against all odds, they had won, surpassing the U20’s team.

For the first time in your life, your uncle almost looked excited, staring at his clenched fist with wide eyes like even he didn’t believe what he had been working towards would succeed.

“The final score is three to four! And the winners are, THE BLUE LOCK ELEVEN!”

An excitement bubbled up in your chest, and you couldn’t help but jump up, your arms wrapping around Anri as you cheered, breathlessly laughing at the insanity of it. They shouldn’t have won, they didn’t stand a chance. They were a bunch of high schoolers picked at random, trained for under a year and pushed into a game against professionals yet they came out victorious.

The stadium roared with life, disbelief and a newfound spark for Japanese soccer lit by these eleven players.

The other team sat sweaty and defeated, their world just crushed by a group of strikers that came out of nowhere.

It was exhilarating to watch, like the feeling you get after sneaking out or getting off a roller coaster. You jumped up and down, laughing and yelling for these strangers on the field. This was better than anything you’ve ever seen before, it gave you such immense joy you couldn’t possibly believe it was from something as simple as watching them play.

“Jinnie!” You turned to your uncle, grinning from ear to ear. Ego looked up from his trance, too overwhelmed with this accomplishment he didn’t bother scolding you for the nickname. “I’ll take the job. I’ll manage them.”

Your uncle blinked, scoffing as he got up, walking past you. “You’ll have to work diligently then, the press already have their hands on him.”

Turning, you let you a breath of disbelief as you watched Blue Lock’s striker, Yoichi Isagi get pushed into the flashing lights of the camera.

His eyes were blown wide as the shoved questions and microphones in his face. You almost felt bad you hadn't gotten here before they got him on live television.

“Tell us, what are your thoughts on that amazing game?” An interviewing ask, pushing the microphone to his mouth.

“My thoughts? Uh.. well..” He stuttered, his head empty as he was likely recovering from the legendary play he just did. The egoist on the field was nowhere to be seen now, clearly. In the background, the crowd cheered his name in a chant like he was their lord and savior.

“I’m really happy, I guess? Yeah.”

You giggled, watching from the sidelines as he struggled to form a response. He was the cutest, seriously.

This is what you’d be working with, these boys who had no idea what was coming. It was thrilling.

And you were going to have to honor of making them into stars.

A pair of eyes stared at the back of your head as you watched Isagi with amusement, ones you had avoided meeting the entirety of the game.

Blue Lock has officially debuted, making a name for the organization and their players. This meant recognition, this meant media attention. And who better to manage these boys than Ego Jinpachi's very own niece?

@BlueLockOfficial

Introducing our new PR manager, Y/N L/N to help the boys at Blue Lock learn to navigate the media. She will be acting both behind and in front of the camera to support these new and upcoming athletes. We are looking forward to working with her.

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user184 one game in the public and they alr need a pr manager..yikes

user005 will she also be managing shidou? he needs it☠️

user 224 is shidou even on blue lock? i thought he played for the U20 team

user114 i just KNOW she’s a baddie

user276 js stalked her page i can confirm ✋🧎‍♀️

user123 LMAO Y/N JS ON SIDE QUESTS NOW😭😭

user626 wasn’t she JUST in spain wth is she doing

user123 i’m not convinced she even has the credentials for ts☠️

user194 she’s brave frfr i think id be too busy gawking at them to manage them

user654 the boys bouta be media trained 🙏

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[ditzvang3l]

Ajin!Reader x Gachiakuta pt 2

Please go check out part 1 before reading this!

WARNINGS: Explicit language, graphic details, detailed scenes of t0rtvre, k!dn@pping, if you are squeamish i’d recommend you to not read past here

Ajin!Reader x Gachiakuta, crossover, AFAB! reader

Very slight manga spoilers for Tamsy’s character in the manga, very slight as in i haven’t even read the manga it’s basically just from what we saw in the last episode in the anime.. just him being a cunt but other than that as i said, no manga spoilers here :)

Chapter 2

Pain was the first thing you felt upon opening your eyes. Moreover, you couldn’t even know for sure if your eyes were opened or closed as all you saw was black. Your throat felt tight, wrapped up in familiar cloth. The same cloth that was likely wrapped around your face, chest, and the rest of your appendages.

The last thing you remember was..fuck. maybe you were in hell. let’s go over the timeline:

you were in the penta, looking for things. useful things, things the sphere would drop down. that’s how you made your money, after all. scavenging around and selling the cool shit.

the deserted area, no man in sight—man referring to the human species, not so much a man, you’d rather not see a man there actually but here you were, anyway— had toxic gases, ones you combatted by having your very own gas mask. another thing, trash beasts. scary ass, big as hell monsters made from the clutter that was as far as the I can see.

somewhere along the way, you suppose you must have stumbled upon something interesting in the dirt, leaning down to dig for said thing like a mole rat. and like a mole rat, you were quite the prey for any lingering predators. not being used to being prey, you continued your digging while unbeknownst to your dumbass, a trash beast’s trashy foot was heading right toward you.

then, you felt the worst pain in your life. never in your 18 years have you experienced something quite as miserable as that. every bone in your body snapping, your blood and organs popping out of your like some egg in a microwave.

and then, you were back. your body was restored, your limbs curved back into place and your spine returned to where a spine should be, not in your stomach but in your back.

a tingling, fuzzy sensation had lingered, causing you to let out a fit of unhinged giggles as you pondered your life. it seems another person who you had failed to notice—once again— was also pondering your life. your head lifted, and your eyes began to climb up the figure.

you first noticed their butt-ugly shoes, mere strings that wrapped around their delicate looking foot. then your gaze found their outfit, a big jacket with bigger sleeves and a bunch of stringy bits hanging down that you weren’t sure what to make of it.

finally their hair, two toned and perfectly straight. It was long, and looked well manicured for a guy’s hair. yes, a dude. you almost didn’t believe yourself because of how pretty he was. he had a vertical labret and a scar going down his face, seemingly continuing on under his clothing.

his eyes were a tan color, with lashes that rivaled falsies. he stared down at you through his lashes, looking at you like you were a wild species of cockroach.

and then he spoke.

“hm, how curious. you were just squished like a bug and now look at you, you must be an angel of sorts.” Smooth, cool, and quiet. his voice was as beautiful as he was, and probably as deceitful as a snake. and deceiving you he was, but you were exactly where you wanted to be, let me tell you.

He took something out of his jacket, you were almost scared he was going to pull out a glock until you saw a mask; black, chunky, and full of ventilation you desperately needed. your throat was raw and scratchy, blood beginning to bubble up from inhaling the toxic fumes in the air. it also smelled like ass.

His arm reached over your head, pulling the gas mask onto your face and strapping it around you.

“There, much better. What are you doing all the way out here anyway?” He asked, standing back to his full height and offering you a hand.

You took it, nodding a thanks. “Just explorin’, I reckon I ask you the same,” you said as you let go of his hand, brushing off the debris on your outfit.

“I’m out here on business. However, that’s done with now. Would you like some help getting back to town?” His voice was like honey smelling venom, and you knew better, you really did. But you were a simple girl, and this was the most gorgeous man you done ever seen in your life.

Fuck it we ball!

“What a gentleman, I'd be honored." You grinned, beginning to fall into step with the man. He smiled at you, silently leading the way.

“You don’t know anything about your vital instrument, do you?” He asked, not judgmentally but not very friendly-sounding either. You glanced over to him, your hands fidgeting with your bandages.

“My fucking pardon? I play a guitar, but that’s all I know about any instruments..” You said, looking at him weirdly. How'd he know of your side hustle?

The man laughed, it was airy and polite but genuine. You were humorous to him, that’s great. Browney points to you!

“No, angel, I mean your bandages.” Now you were more confused. What did your bandages have to do with instruments? As if sensing your judgment, he continued. “You’ve heard of givers, haven’t you?”

You nodded.

“Givers possess vital instruments, objects they’ve cared for over time, which supply their object with Anima, awakening that object. Your bandages possess Anima, which is likely how you were able to survive being crushed by the trash beast.”

You blinked, taking in his words. "Well, slap me on the back of the neck and call me Patty, you're sayin' I'm a giver?" You asked enthusiastically, grinning cheekily at your wrapped hands.

He nodded, a small smile gracing his face. "I am, and I'm quite curious about that vital instrument of yours."

Gulping, you began to fiddle with your bandages, maintaining an easy grin as you felt his voice drop an octave. The world suddenly felt more silent, and the more you thought about it, you realized your town was nowhere in sight.

"Yeah? Well, I'd love to keep in tou--" You choked, feeling a sharp pain in the side of your neck. A needle pierces your skin, shooting a substance straight into your veins. Deliberate, precise injection.

You tensed, hand instinctively reaching up. Your grin faltered as your jaw clenched, feeling it enter your bloodstream.

"Ah. Did you just give me free heroine?" You wheezed, stumbling as the needle was pulled from your body.

"A tranquilizer, my dear," He corrected, an off-putting glint in his eyes. "See, i'd like to learn more about this ability you have, I hope you understand."

You dryly chuckled, covering the injection sight with your hand to put pressure on it as if you were trying to stop the blood flow. "Sheesh, that desperate to have me? I almost feel wanted.."

Your eyes began to fill with white as they rolled to the back of your head. Your knees hit the ground first, and your body followed shortly after as you became unconscious.

−○❖○❧ •❁※❁• ☙○❖○−

You winced as you woke up, your mind still foggy. As you opened your eyes, you were met with darkness, a cloth seemingly wrapped around them and the rest of your face. The rest of your body seemed to be wrapped up similarly, as it always was. A small opening had been left for your nose, but that was it.

Your body was hanging, rope-like material tying your hands to hold you up and binding your feet. Other parts of your body seemed to also be strung up, capturing you in a web of sorts.

Breathing was a struggle in itself right now, as your own bandages had been tugging at your neck, forcing the airways to be shallow.

You struggled against the binds that were hanging you, only for them to tighten.

"You really should try not to struggle, angel. My Tokushin gets tighter the more you resist. I'd hate for you to get hurt already." A soft voice called out, its sound mixing with the footsteps coming toward you. Based on the voice's vibrations, the room was probably a decent size, but it was anechoic. That gives you the slightest bit of hope, assuming you weren't in some elaborate maze basement.

You're huffing and puffing through the thick bandages, your arms straining against his 'Tokushin', whatever the hell that is. At the breathing rate you were going, you'd blow down a brick wall with three pigs inside.

Who the hell kidnaps a random girl in broad daylight?!

A hand ran up your skin, only a layer separating the atoms of your skin from the atoms of his. You didn't even know his name, and he was already blindfolding you and doing.. whatever it was that he was with his hand right now.

"I want to do some tests, dear. You'll be nice and quiet for me, won't you?" The sound of a blade unsheathing made you sweat, and suddenly everything became too hot, too uncomfortable.

The man peeled back a layer of bandage from your torso, revealing smooth skin underneath. You could damn near feel his breath on your stomach as he ran his fingers across the skin.

Your fists clenched as you felt a sharp pain and an incision cutting across your skin. Your head involuntarily jerked as you screamed, your voice muffled nearly entirely.

A hand caressed your cheek sweetly, combing through your messy and tangled hair that was half wrapped in the fabric that covered your face.

"There, there. That wasn't so bad, was it?" He cooed, smearing the blood with his finger. He seemed to stand there for a moment, observing. "It seems you can't regenerate now. Why is that?"

He asked, despite being the reason you were unable to give a response. You swore you'd kick his pretty ass the second you were free.

You seethed, your teeth gritting behind the layers of cotton over your mouth.

The next incision was made on your arm, less painful but still made you wince. He cut different parts of your body, at different depths and with different tools.

Your body showed no signs of regeneration, your blood dripping down onto the floor below and drying on your skin.

Hours went by of this, and despite the cruelty of his experiment, he seemed to be cleaning his torture devices. How thoughtful, truly. You stopped counting how much time went by, how many cuts littered your body at this point.

"Hm, how odd. Your body isn't fixing itself at all.." He sighed, stepping back to admire his handywork presumably.

"Maybe.. you just need to die first, hm?"

Your eyes widened, your blood running cold as a sick, exhausted grin crept up your face. He was crazy, he was so fucking crazy. And he was going to kill you.

Hearing him grab a blade, you began to laugh, your wounds reopening as you strained against your binds.

"Oh? So you are awake, how lovely." The man grinned before lodging a knife deep in your stomach. The air left your lungs, a sharp pain shooting through your entire body. You began to salivate, your body pleading with you to do something, but in these binds, as long as he was alive, you were his experiment and nothing more.

Eventually, the blood loss and the wound to your intestines made your body limp as your heart beat slower and slower. The world slowed to a stop, and your body ceased all movement.

[ditzvang3l]

Ajin!Reader x Gachiakuta

AFAB!Reader, Ajin Demi Human x Gachiakuta, a little bit of a harem, morally grey reader

This is the first part to a series of a girl who was invincible. A girl who could die more times than she could count on all of her phalanges. But unlike the rest of these slubberdegullpion’s, she came back. every. fucking time.

A crossover between Ajin Demi-human and Gachiakuta. Where you are an Ajin, not by classification, think of it more as a gift only you possess. Your vital instrument threads deep into your bones, making you immortal.

WARNINGS: This will include d3ath, violence, explicit language, themes of se!f h4rm, detailed scenes of t0rtvre(future chapters), and d3ath in general. Please head this warning.

NO MANGA SPOILERS FOR EITHER ONE!

You are an immortal soldier, a deity some might say. An angel, or a devil. You were all of it. And it was the most thrilling thing your life has ever offered you.

The ground was a filthy place, filled with fools who didn’t know the difference between what came out of their asshole and mouth. You grew up in a poor area, a mom who was drunk on the dirt riddled couch and a dad who.. well, you weren’t sure. Your younger sister stayed in a hospital three miles from town, where you’d visit sometimes and bring her peaches and strawberries from the garden you were making.

Despite all of the hardships, you like to believe your life was peaceful. Sure, you had to steal sometimes and maybe got into a few fights a week, but all of that just made you better, stronger, more lethal.

You didn’t have anything you took care of, object wise. Nothing that you had ever gotten in life had much value to you. Except for your bandages.

You were a girl, and you were small as a child. Smaller than most, but that didn’t stop you from whoopin’ ass to whoever deserved it. You’d like to say you did it for survival, but really, it was the adrenaline the fight gave you that left you wanting more.

You were constantly wrapped in thick bandages, cotton ones that could stay on and be washed. Your younger sister would often wrap them for you, telling you,

“(Y/N), you should really be the one in the hospital instead of me..” She laughed, shaking her head as she finished your arm. They covered most of your body, and half of them were self inflicted. Not in the way some might think, don’t get it twisted. You were just adventurous, and when you were fighting you were running, with a bag of goods that was the cause. So, you’d get yourself hurt, but it was never anything you couldn’t handle.

You ruffled your sisters hair, earning complaints from the younger girl. She had chronic illness, forced to stay in the hospital on most days. She got one day a week to go out, and when she did you’d take her to places you’d found on your adventures, pretty places, as pretty as it could get on the ground, anyway.

The two of you were close, you’d like to think. She was the only family you truly had. Of course, you had friends, though. You were charismatic, chatty, eccentric, and most of all, you were loyal. People liked that about you. Making connections got you things, like food, sometimes flowers or trinkets, others time even shelter.

You liked your life, it was just how you wanted it. It was fun, you were always making a good time for yourself no matter where you were or what happened to you. Always living life to the fullest.

Suppose, that’s how you ended up where you were now. A shadow looming over you as a foot, made of trash and used goods, came down on you. You don’t remember much about it, just maybe the sickening crack of every bone in your body being crushed into the dry ground below you, and the feeling of being.. for lack of better vocabulary, flattened like a pancake. You’ve never had a pancake, but you were sure this is what it felt like to be one.

Everything was dark, nothing was left but a mangled corpse, the man above you had reported.

Then a sound came, crackling like roaches in a chip bag or static from an old TV. Fizzling, was what it was. The sound your body was making. Your bandages, that had been pressed into your body forcefully and combined with your limbs, had began to darken, turning a black color. Slowly, but not slow enough, your body had began to untwist and mend itself back together. The fizzling sound combined with a crunch as your bones reformed and reconnected, returning to their normal state of being.

The bandages that had been tight around you as they reassembled your organs had loosened, and the black color they turned had faded back into an off white, looking cleaner than they did before.

And when the fizzling fizzled out, you took a breath. One that you shouldn’t have been able to make, on account for your lungs, ribs, and everything else in your being crushed.

You slowly and shakily lifted your arms to your sides, pushing yourself up off of the blood soaked ground beneath you. A grin cracked open on your face, a giggling sound beginning to bubble up from your throat at the tingling sensation your regeneration left behind.

Finally, you noticed a choked gasp in front of you, coming from a tall shadow covering your figure. You looked up, your eyes still having a faint glow to them.

You and the stranger’s eyes met.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

NAOSOBDNEJD NWJXBD PLSPSLPSL OKAY SO I HAVE AN IDEA FOR LIKE A BIG MHA FANFIC

SO.

Im imagining that reader has a quirk thats basically similar to ajin: demi human (ITS ON NETFLIX GO WATCH IT RN ITS SO GOOD) where basically reader is invincible <3

Ofc it has a lot of drawbacks lol bc we cant be a mary sue BUT

The character profile is basically that reader cannot die. They can feel pain and be injured but they heal very fast and it has a cool looking black smoke effect and the noise the cells make when recreating themselves scratches my brain so nice

The only way to kinda kill them is to cut off their head but even then, they wont die, theyll just regenerate a new head while the decapitated one dies- and its like respawning but like reader is afraid of that happening bc she wont be her anymore- itll be something else

BUT reader doesnt have a black ghost as powerful and it can only appear for a couple of seconds. (A black ghost is basically a ghost that the reader summons as like another fighter in battle and it looks like a mummy who was dipped in ink)

Reader uses their invincibility to basically charge headfirst into battle without consequence bc she likes being an angry dumb bitch <3

But with this comes the drawback of intense paranoia- if she falls unconscious shes done for because her body doesnt class that as danger and wont heal, but if reader dies the body regenerates straight away and she wakes up in an instant

So reader is scared of going to sleep and being unconscious and is terrified of torture because she cant die. Im thinking of making an entire fic like this pls omg and its gonna be super angsty

And im thinking of making it a deku x reader because hes so pure so hes gonna be a big help in changing some of readers bitter and disturbed thoughts

Reader besically becomes the mikasa to izukus eren (except from the part where everything in aot goes to shit 💀)

PLSPLSPLS I JUS WANNA DO A FIC WHERE AN AGRY DELINQUENT READER IS NURTURED AND CARED FOR AJBSIVHZCFUBSOJVSGUVIHDVOJXD

[ditzvang3l]

PLEASEEE i love this idea so so much!! I kinda want to make it a series here..