I'm Silias, an 18yr old, MlM author. I'll be willing to take any requests of any character (if i don't know them I'm sorry) All of these are MlM story's only, they can be x reader or x character
Y'all I'm tormenting a homophobic server with some friends - and it's honestly so funny (my user is CanIHaveADrPepper, everything I said was sarcastic in an attempt to not get banned in order to cause more chaos.)
mf said he knew a spot then took me to the interrogation room
This has been sitting here for a while but it made me giggle again so now here I am.
(Name) was an idiot, to put it simply. Oblivious, and more brawn than brain; yet he still managed to be a part of Bonten's upper echelon, only due to his impeccable fighting skills. He was often sent out to take care of worms within Bonten, and the others usually had to clean up after him to make sure he didn't get caught. (Name) was an idiot.
Yet, despite his unimpressive intellect, he had been boasting about his cute date for the past week. He's been head over heels because of this guy, and none of the admin could get (Name) to spit out who it was. He'd often say something along the lines of, "hey he's mine, back off" or "what... You jealous?".
They weren't jealous in the slightest, they just wanted to be sure that he didn't end up spilling information... Mikey would hate to put down his second favorite idiot.
Either way, (Name) happily sat at the meeting spot for his date; checking his watch every few minutes till he is eventually approached by his date. Tall slender and handsome, yet visibly tired at all times. That was his date, Naoto Tachibana.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, (Name)." Naoto states with a sheepish smile, offering his hand - which (Name) eagerly takes into his own.
"Oh no, I wasn't waiting long... Don't worry." He chimes with a smile, walking alongside Naoto towards Naoto's car.
Naoto opens the door for (Name), smiling sweetly before shifting over to the other side - sliding into the driver's seat. Once situated, he drums his fingers against the wheel before turning towards (Name).
"I know a place, I'll take you there..."
That's how (Name) ended up handcuffed and in an interrogation room, sulking and pouting at the betrayal. He really thought they'd hit it off, but nope... Naoto was just a really smart cop, and (Name) was just... (Name).
"I already know you work for Bonten, tell me what you know and I'll take you out on an actual date." Naoto bribes... In turn, earning all of the information (Name) had on Bonten - along with complaints about his coworkers.
It really was such a shame, Mikey really did like (Name) - but his latest mess was too much to clean up, and Mikey didn't need a repeat...
I was thinking about Ran, Rindou, Hakkai and Mitsuya with an slavic reader? Male preferably could be gn!
Also could I be the 🥟 anon If your making a list?
Feel free to ignore this!
Pre writing thoughts - Yes!! I absolutely can, I've studied a small amount of Russian and Icelandic - but it probably won't be accurate as I'll have to use Google translate to fill the gaps. I hope you enjoy this 🥟 Anon!
Post writing thoughts- Okay... Well, I wasn't expecting to write so much, so I'll have to make other parts for the other characters 😭 but I hope this is good enough considering how long it took. (Also sorry it wasn't gender neutral, I completely blanked on it)
(Name) stuck out like a sore thumb, having moved to Japan half way into the school year; it wasn't often that foreigners moved to the area. The peculiar student had certainly caught Mitsuya's attention, piquing Takashi's curiosity... Well, (Name)'s caught the eyes of everyone not just Mitsuya.
One thing that stood out was (Name)'s accent, the mix of Japanese words with the addition of deep and throaty annociations strange yet amusing; the rolling of his r's and the emphasis of the ch's and k's pointed towards Slavic origins. That note inspired Mitsuya, and in an attempt to make (Name) more comfortable he started researching traditional Slavic clothing.
"What is that?" Yasuda questioned, her brows furrowed in confusion and slight judgement - as the current piece Mitsuya was working on was out of character for him. The red, black, white, and blue fabric stood out against his usual more casual colour choices - and the sketches of geometric embroidery patterns weren't at all like the usual Kanji he used.
Mitsuya sticks his pencil behind his ear, leaning back in his chair earning satisfying pops from his spine; he had honestly been expecting this question and was expecting it to be asked sooner. He gives Yasuda a tired smile, his arms lax as they hang by his sides.
"It's a uh..." He trails off, unsure how to properly pronounce the word - as it was either Russian or Ukrainian, he couldn't tell the difference even with the little research he did - all he knew was that it was a more traditional Slavic outfit. "Byshibanka?"
He felt a tad guilty, even though the certain Slavic student was nowhere near to hear his horrendous mispronunciation; it felt like a dishonor of sorts. Yasuda raises a brow, her hands on her hips as she looks down at her club captain.
"A what?" She asks, knowing for a fact that - one: Mitsuya mispronounced it - and that two: she would never remember to look it up later when she got home.
Mitsuya sits up, running a hand over his short silver hair; his expression filled with exasperation, not at Yasuda but himself.
"It's this like- traditional Russian or... Whatever... Outfit? I wanted to give it to the new guy." He explains, earning a knowing nod from Yasuda - who knew from her first meeting with Mitsuya that he liked guys... Even if Mitsuya didn't know it himself yet.
"Oh... So you like him?"
Mitsuya shrugs, not getting the implication - as it wasn't exactly the norm for guys to date other guys. He had no idea if he liked the new kid, he just wanted to do something nice... It wasn't like he found (Name) interesting or cute.
"I don't know, he seems like a chill guy - I've never talked to him." The teens nonchalant answer only furthered Yasuda's suspicions, she wasn't going to spell it out for Mitsuya just yet; but she was certainly coming up with a scheme.
"Well, I hope he likes it... And hopefully he's actually Russian... You do know there's other countries like that, right?" She narrows her eyes, doubting that Mitsuya actually did enough research; not surprising, many teenagers weren't all that informed of nations outside of Japan and the major powers.
Takashi's eyes widen, shifting away nervously as he realizes that he completely glossed over the fact that there are other Slavic countries; he didn't bother looking at a map or anything, just looked up some traditional clothing.
"I mean- I..." He trails off, glancing down towards the pile of cloth in front of him; he didn't consider looking beyond Russia, and he didn't even know for a fact that the Vyshyvanka was Russian or not. He shrugs, attempting to wash away his own mild concern over what could be a massive mishap. "I'm sure it'll be fine... Right? Maybe he'll appreciate the sentiment?"
"I'm sure he will... Whatever, I'll leave you to finish your little gift." She states, turning to pay attention to some of the other club members.
Mitsuya felt strangely nervous, holding a box in his lap as he waited for (Name) to enter the school gardens, a place where (Name) often stayed for lunch - since he didn't exactly have many people to talk to. Soon enough, the Slavic man rounded the corner; entering the school gardens, taking his place in the corner with his lunch. (Name) didn't even notice Mitsuya, far too focused on his hunger to realize he wasn't alone like usual.
The Japanese teen finally gains his confidence, standing from his spot on one of the benches. His steps were steady, and his expression showed a lack of interest - or rather calm despite his slight anxiety.
"Hey." Mitsuya calls out casually, causing (Name) to jump as he looks up from his food. It probably wasn't a good idea to interrupt someone in the middle of their lunch, but Mitsuya's mind was oddly scrambled when it came to (Name); his usual calm and collected self thrown out the window.
"Eh? Hi?" (Name) replies, glancing away as he rubs his throat; conscious of how he spoke. His accent has always been a problem, especially with the Japanese language; it's earned more than a few strange looks from locals - as if him being visibly not Japanese wasn't enough to earn strange looks on occasion. Yet, Mitsuya didn't seem to mind his accent, in fact - Mitsuya found it endearing.
"So uh... I just wanted to give this to you." Mitsuya states awkwardly, gesturing down to the thin box in his hands; which had his name written on it, which helped (Name) - as he didn't know Mitsuya's name till reading it on the box.
"Yeah? What's the reason?" The Slavic teen questions, shifting in his seat as he sets aside his lunch box; pulling one leg up in an attempt to seem casual - even though he was very confused and suspicious. Mitsuya glances away nervously, rocking back and forth on his heels; a nervous habit he rarely ever felt the need to do.
"It... It's just a little something I made- I just uh... Wanted to... I don't know-" Mitsuya chokes on his words, feeling his heartbeat speed up as his cheeks warm; he felt strangely embarrassed by his reasoning. "I just wanted to help you feel more welcome."
"Ah... Makes sense... I guess." (Name) mumbles, glancing down to the box as he accepts it; his mind racing for any sort of clue as to what this gift could be.
The silence that falls between them grows more and more awkward and uncomfortable by the minute, neither of them knowing what to say in the moment. Finally, Mitsuya mumbles a small goodbye before turning on his heel to leave the garden.
Once Mitsuya was gone, (Name) hesitantly opened the box - his eyes widening at the sight of familiar clothing. He can't help but smile, setting the lid aside as he runs his hand over the embroidered fabric; he wasn't Ukrainian, but he had childhood friends who were - they always leaned towards traditionalism. They often wore vyshyvankas, and some other clothing that (Name) couldn't remember for the life of him... But either way, the sight of the clothes brought back fond memories.
Lifting the clothing from the box (Name) notices something, there wasn't any sort of tag or label printed onto the fabric... Did Mitsuya make this just for him? There was a note at the bottom of the box, which (Name) quickly turned his attention to.
Hey, I just wanted to make you feel more comfortable and welcome here - we Japanese aren't always the nicest to foreigners or whatever. So I did some research and made you this, I hope you like it.
It was such a simple note, but it made (Name)'s heart skip a beat. It wasn't as if Mitsuya had bought him a gift, which would have been greatly appreciated as well... But the fact that Mitsuya made it - well that was a whole other level.
Hi! I hope you're good. Inui with Kokonoi's rebellious younger brother. The reader is a year younger than Koko and a real troublemaker. He constantly flirts with and hints at Inui. Inui gets bored one day and goes fuck him. (Please ignore if it's silly or wrong)
I'd love to do this, you'll just have to confirm that you're older than 17 for me to write this (you can do that in my DMs!)
Mentions of overdose and drug use viewer discretion is advised.
Soulmate AU where if you are close enough to your soulmate you can see them after they die!
The man let his head fall back as he stared up at the ceiling, watching it morph and shift above him. Eerie shadows of red and black seems to peek into his peripheral, anxiety caught in his chest. He could barely move, his arms and legs feeling heavy as the drugs took over. Twisted smiles and distorted faces seemed to encroach upon him. He laughed as blood gushed out of his nose. He couldn't move. He was practically paralyzed save for the random jerks of his head and hands.
Images of him flashed before his eyes, making them water as he mumbled incoherently. He's dead. He's dead. He's dead. He's fucking dead. He thought, his body trembling as the figures around him came closer and closer.
Glancing around the room he felt his heart tense in his chest. Everywhere he looked he saw them... Mucho. Izana. Kisaki. Blood soaked as they silently stared at him, the taste of blood making his throat close up as he stared at them.
Kisaki's body was mangled, arms and legs broken beyond repair. His jaw popped out of place, blood gushing from his chest as his ribs stuck out. And Mucho wasn't any better, face rotted away, leaving nothing but a distorted mess of blood and tissue. His eyes were gone, melted away into a pusy liquid that dripped down his face. Sanzu stifled a sob as the stepped closer, his ears rang as he squeezed his eyes shut. No more... No more please...
His eyes snapped open at a soft, warm and tingly sensation spread across his right cheek. Tears flowed down his face as he stared up at him, his beautiful soulmate, (Name). He shook his head a little, muttering something along the lines of "not real" as (Name) gently brushed his hair away.
"Sanzu... It's okay, I'm still here," he whispered, leaning closer to his lover. Sanzu shook his head, more firmly this time.
"No... You're not real!" He cried out, throwing his arm up to cover his face. (Name)'s expression softened at the other's state, he knew Sanzu tried to overdose and he wanted to find some way to help him.
"Zuzu, I know you're high as fuck right now but I promise that it's me." (Name) cooed, gently putting his hand on Sanzu's arm urging him to move it away from his face. "Please Zuzu... Look at me? Please... I want to help you..."
The soft pleads broke the living man, his tears flowing harder than ever before. Hesitantly, he lowered his arm a little. (Name) smiles sadly at his lover's dilated pupils and tear stained face. He reached out to push away his bangs, only managing to move the hair a little before it phased through his hand. "You can't be real..." He whispered, his voice cracking and breaking.
"No no... I know it sounds crazy but I'm real, I'm right here alright?" Sanzu's breathing slowly calmed as he glanced around the room. They were gone. He closed his eyes for a while, then opened them again. He felt his heart break a little as (Name) smiled at him, gently stroking his cheek with his transparent hand.
"Did I overdose?" The pink haired man mumbled, the drugs wearing off slightly - a small benefit to cocaine. (Name) shook his head slowly, he wasn't entirely sure but he really hoped he hadn't. Sanzu groaned, sitting up a little and swaying slightly. More blood gushed from his nose, dripping onto his lap and definitely staining his pants. "Fuck."
"Zuzu?" The other hummed quietly. (Name) sighed in frustration, he wished he didn't die so soon... Maybe Sanzu wouldn't be like this if it weren't for... "I need you to listen to me okay? I... I can't help you as much as I used to..." He whispered.
"I don't know... If I can do it," Sanzu whispered, his voice cracking as the tears started flowing again. He couldn't do it, working for Bonten without (Name) and Mikey by his side. He couldn't take it anymore, leading Bonten like this.
"It's alright baby, listen... I'll help you the best I can... But you need to listen to me." (Name) crouched down and started gently petting the drug addicts hair, noticing that his roots were uncharacteristically grown out to almost two inches. A small frown tugged on his ghostly lips.
"Okay... I can listen," he whispered, looking up at (Name) who gave him a strained smile.
"Can you stand for me?" Sanzu nodded lazily, he definitely didn't know if he could; he could barely even feel his legs. Slowly he pushed himself up, bracing himself on the arm of the couch. His knees buckled, arms shaking as he held up his weight. More blood dripped from his chin to the floor, making him grunt; he would have to clean that later.
"F-fuck..." He stuttered out, slowly standing up straighter. He swayed a little, making (Name) reach out to steady him. Sanzu hummed at the warm tingles in his arms as the apparition's hands pressed against his skin.
"It's okay Haru... Take your time." He whispered reassuringly. Haruchiyo felt his heart tighten in his chest at the sound of his lover's voice. Haruchiyo had to resist the urge to turn around and hug (Name), he wanted nothing more than just a singular hug; but part of him knew that it just wasn't possible.
"I don't think I can do this (Name)..." He whimpered, (Name) hummed considerately as he carefully snaked his arms around the other's waist. Sanzu stiffened a little, freezing in place as the other hugged him.
"I know you can do it Zuzu, I'll be here with you the entire time... Just take it slow okay love?" He cooed, Sanzu swallowed hard as he carefully put his hand over (Name)'s translucent ones.
Sanzu could barely feel his lover's skin through the tingly sensation, and the more he focused on it the more it felt oddly real. (Name) was still here. He let out a quiet sigh. "What do you want me to do?" He muttered, slowly accepting his current relationship state.
"I need you to go to the kitchen and clean yourself up... And drink some water. I don't want you to cross over to my side any time soon." He commanded. Ghostly breaths brushed against Sanzu's neck making him shudder.
"'m kay." He mumbled, swaying on his feet as he wandered into the kitchen. He broke two glasses before emanating to fill one and drink some water. Part of (Name) knee there was no way to save him, not without a doctor. He definitely overdosed on cocaine... There's no saving him, before long he'll die of seizures and shock.
"Haru... You know I love you right?" Sanzu stiffened, dropping the glass in his hands. The glass shattered in the sink as his fingers twitched. He slowly lowered his head, holding his breath.
"I... I know." He stated, knawing at his lower lip as the apparition drifted closer to him. The pink haired man looked away, glancing to his left. He jumped, falling back against his boyfriend before phasing through. His body was washed with goosebumps as he stared up at a large millepede, at least 20 centimeters wide. He watched in horror as it's legs moved. From the corners of his vision he saw shadowy figures staring at him, their faces twisting and stretching unnaturally.
"Sanzu! Baby? Look at me! It's okay, you're going to be okay." The ghost whimpered, pale tears streaming done his face as he tried his best to shake his boyfriend out of his horrified daze. It was too late for him. It's clear as day. Sanzu isn't living for more than twenty more minutes.
Sanzu couched and gagged, bile burning his throat as fear gripped at his heart, mind, and stomach. He lurched forward, spitting up a mixture of acid, blood, and pills.
The pink haired man silently cried, trembling as he looked up at his past lover. (Name) sniffled, gently petting his boyfriend in an attempt to comfort him. "I just want it to be over... I miss you, and I'm tired. I just want it to be over already." Sanzu whispered.
"I know... It'll be okay, just... just go lie down okay? I'll stay right here with you okay?" The ghost stuttered as he spoke, fear and anxiety evident. Sanzu nodded slowly, carefully standing up as his legs trembled under this weight. He then made his way into the living room and onto the couch. He slowly laid back, turning his head and gazing out the balcony window at the city below. His ghostly boyfriend stood by the couch, smiling weakly as he gently pet Sanzu's hair.
Sanzu didn't react to the affection. He ignored (name)'s presence and reached out, gently grabbing at a picture frame on the coffee table. It was of the earlier days, before the drugs, before the money, before the murder and death. He cried silently, smiling at the picture. Muto was standing there, stuff as ever, as (Name) clung to Sanzu's arm. Mikey was sitting on Drake's shoulders, eating dorayaki and pointing as if he was ordering the taller to go somewhere. Angry and Smiley wee joined arm in arm, Chifuyu was yelling at Baji who had a lit match in hand. Then there was a blur as Mitsuya tried to get in frame along with Takemichy. The good old days.
Just a fair warning, I might not post too many fanfics too frequently (not like I'm known to be consistent lol). Mostly because I'm steadily working on much bigger projects, such as story boarding for a novel/webcomic - along with a second webcomic. I am going through and slowly working towards finishing the second part of Kakucho x guitarist, and then I'm going to try and chip away at the requests I have piled up - hope y'all are having a good day/night!!
So, I might have forgotten that I have a Tumblr account; but honestly I've been itching to write more just don't have the inspiration to continue writing my personal story... So it's time I finish up the requests I'm getting lol, I'm so sorry for just ghosting y'all
This is the first time Ive requested something from someone before so this is a bit scary in a good way :0
But I was thinking of Hakkai, Wakasa, Inui, or Koko (comfort characters) reacting to their s/o (x male reader) having a pretty bad anxiety attack where theyre just kinda not moving standing/sitting against a wall just kinda aloof?
You can make it a bit angsty too <33
I absolutely can, also so sorry these are coming out so late 😭 (also sorry it's so short, I'm pushing through the start of writer's block lol I hope you like it though)
It wasn't oftan that (Name) tagged along for his boyfriend's meetings, in fact; (Name) hand almost nothing to do with Toman or the Black Dragons... That was untill Inupi asked for him to be there, Mikey had agreed to let Inupi and Kokonoi join the Tokyo Manji Gang... And Inupi of course wanted his sweet little boyfriend's support... Oh how that backfired.
Now (Name) is completely silent, shellshocked, trembling all over as he leaned back against a tree - out of sight from most of the Toman member's. His anxiety was practically suffocating, his chest tightening with every strangle breath, palms sweaty even despite the cold winter air.
(Name) never did well with big groups, but he figured being here during a Toman meeting would be fine... But it wasn't, his anxiety was practically killing him. He couldn't move or react, so frozen by fear he couldn't... He hated being so fearful of being around people, he hated that he was always so anxious all the time. But even as (Name) was getting caught up in his thoughts, painfully aware of the pain in his chest... Inupi noticed something was wrong.
"Hey... Sweetheart? What's wrong?" He asks softly, crouching down to see his boyfriends teary eyes. Inupi's gaze softens a little - his brows furrowing slightly. He gently takes (Name)'s hands and urges the silent teen to sit down.
"It's alright, I'm here..." Inupi whispers, hesitantly pulling (Name) into his lap - hugging the trembling man tightly.
"Overwhelmed..." (Name) eventually mumbles out, slowly coming too as he hears Inupi's soft voice. The hair (coloured) teen lets out a shaky breath, nuzzling into Inupi's shoulder.
"It's alright, just focus on me... I'll make sure to get you (favorite snacks) on the way back home... Okay? It'll be alright." The blond teen reassures, gently rubbing (Name)'s back. It took a little while for (Name) to completely come down from the anxiety attack, but eventually he came to enough to be able to ride the motorcycle with Inupi... Which was surprisingly relaxing, despite the loud noises.
(Name) huffed, pacing around camp and running his fingers through his hair stressfully. He had been doing this for the past hour. It was getting late, although his watch was probably off, it didn't make it any better. 8:23 it read.
"Son? Why don't you take a seat, you- you're wearing yourself thin with all this- pacing!" The elderly man fretted, waving his hands around as he called out to the stressed man. (Name) sighed, his brows pinched with worry and his hair in disarray from him messing with it. He turned to Dale, crossing his arms and hugging himself.
"He should have been back by now, Dale! What if something happened? We all know Shane and Rick ain't gonna look for him... And nobody's gonna let me go after him..." He trailed off, swallowing hard as more nasty images of what could have happened out there. Dale nodded a little in understanding, stepping a little closer to his younger companion.
"Look, it'll all be okay. I- Daryl is tough, he can handle himself. Probably just found something and got caught up." The elder man reassured, gently patting (Name) on the shoulder. (Name) hugged himself tighter, knawing at his lip.
"He took a horse. There's no way he would have been out this long... Even if he got caught up- or found something he would have been back by now. I mean, Rick and Shane got back hours ago! All of the groups got back hours ago." He ranted, throwing his hands every which-a-way. Distress was practically oozing from every pore on the man's body.
"Walker. Walker!" Andrea cried out from the RV. Rick ran out of his tent looking up at Andrea with concern. (Name) felt his stomach drop a little, he clutched onto his biceps harder.
"Dale, binoculars." He demanded, a bad feeling settling into his stomach. The older man nodded, handing the object over.
"Is it just the one?" He asked, she nodded and aimed her rifle. (Name) raised the binoculars, trying to see the walker through the glare. He could barely see it, there's no way Andrea could hit it from here.
"I think I can nail it from here!" She shouted, cocking her gun. Rick raised his hand as Shane and the others grabbed their weapons. (Name) sighed, pulling out his knife and running with the other's as Rick shouted something about Hershel wanting to deal with it.
Now (Name) was cursing himself for being a lazy shut in, his legs ached and his lungs burned as he ran. He wasn't the most physically inclined, usually staying back with the women and kids to watch over the farm instead of searching. He leaned against his knees, wheezing a little as he caught his breath.
Fear struck him harder than lightning. The very man he was fretting over was standing before him. Drenched in blood, limping, ears strung around his neck.
"Is that Daryl?" Glen whispered, everyone stood on silent fear as Daryl swayed.
"That's the third time you pointed that thing at my head! You gonna pull the trigger or what?" Everyone sighed with relief when the redneck spoke. (Name) stepped a little closer and opened his mouth to say something. The loud crack of Andrea's rifle echoed throughout the fields as blood splaters, Daryl fell to the ground.
"Daryl!?" (Name) screamed, falling down to the arbalist's side and gently turning his head. The bullet grazed him. His ears rang as the shot echoed through his head, he watched in a daze as the others lifted his close friend who had fallen unconscious.
"He lost a good amount of blood, probably needs at least one transfusion. Do any of you know his blood type?" Hershel asked, looking between (Name), Shane, and Rick. They all shake their heads.
"No... But you can still take mine." (Name) stated, stepping forward with his arm held out. Hershel and the others were about to object. "My blood types O-."
"Well. That makes this a whole lot easier. Better hope that you don't ever need a transfusion yourself." The old man stated, cleaning off a needle and carefully inserting it into the young man's arm, carefully drawing the blood. The young man winced, looking the other way - glancing down at Daryl, who was still unconscious. (Name) gave the unconscious man a weak smile, silently thanking his mostly safe return.
After the one transfusion along with several stitches, Daryl was mostly okay, aside from a slight concussion. If it weren't for the bolt he probably would have been up and about by now. Yet (Name) wasn't one to complain, just glad his hillbilly friend was okay.
It took Rick and Shane shooing him away before he left Daryl's side, even after that Daryl never strayed to far from his mind. With a stressed sigh (Name) finds himself walking along the forest line, as he walks he freezes. Within the forest he can hear raspy growling of a hungry Walker. He shakily pulls out his knife and inches closer to the sound.
A women, crushed under a mossy log lay there, clawing and scraping at the dirt and air. A few feet to her left were the sprouts of delicate buds of dark maroon roses. (Name) smile a little, carefully stepping closer without getting grabbed to pluck the fullest bud. It wasn't in full bloom but it was deffinatly close, any other occasion he would have let it grow more - but with the recent incident he couldn't help but pluck it.
He gently cradled the flower as he plunged his knife into the walkers skull, finally putting the gardener to rest.
With a soft smile playing on his lips (Name) happily made his way home, tying up his (light/dark) hair. It had gotten so long already, Carol had given him a hair tie to help.
"Dale? You got anything I could use as like... A vase?" The younger man questioned, peaking into the camper. Dale blinked a little, then turning and somewhat speratically looking around. He eventually settled in opening a cabinet and handing (Name) a cup.
"Here you go son, you giving it to someone?" The elder asked, gesturing to the flower. (Name) nodded slowly, looking vaguely in the direction of Hershel's house. The young man clearly had someone in mind... And Dale caught on quick, smiling at the young adult. "Go ahead and give it to him, I'll uh... Distract Shane and Rick if I have to."
"Thank you Dale," the young man says, smiling lopsidedly with a new pep in his step - his heart no longer as heavy as he holds the budding rose in the cup close to his chest.
He sneaks his way into the house with the help of Maggie, the younger woman distracting her dad a little as (Name) slipped into the guest room... Surprised to see Daryl awake.
"Hell d'you want..." the arbalist grumbles. (Name) smiles sheepishly, gently setting the flower aside... It wasn't much, but it was something.
"I just... Wanted to check up on you, you feeling alright? Well... As alright as you can." He says with a soft chuckle, which inturn made Daryl grunt in his lazy laugh manner.
"About as fine and dandy as I can... Whatever, I found a lead on the little girl - that's all that matters 'round here." He says, grunting as he tries to sit up a little - some of the scarring on his chest and back catching (Name)'s eye... Though he didn't question it.
"A lead?" He asks, sitting at the side of the bed - which Daryl accepted surprisingly enough. The messy archer grunted a little, his usual lazy reply to any conversation.
"Found her doll, she could'a gone to the little neighborhood or somethin'." He says, pulling the doll out of his waistband - shaking it slightly to emphasize what he said. (Name) nods, gently placing his hand over Daryl's - a subconscious gesture that almost got him slapped away... Key word almost.
"You did good on her today, ain't no one gonna give you shit... If they try I'll knock their teeth out." He says in a light hearted way, knowing that Daryl isn't one for sentimentals... (Name) didn't mind finding round about ways to talk about it.
"Yeah yeah... Whatever, thanks for the flower..." Daryl grumbles, sounding annoyed but (Name) knew Daryl was grateful... And (Name) does something surprising... He kisses Daryl's temple, that is before standing up and turning to walk away.
"Get some rest..." He whispers, leaving before the slightly flustered and confused redneck could respond... "The hell was that?"
I have this request where pah chin and the reader are doing trust fall exercises and when the reader goes to catch pah chin and repeatedly reassuring pah that he will catch him (cause pah chin has his doubts) he falls but pah chin falls forwards instead of backwards and he falls on the ground face first and when it’s the readers turn pah chin gets distracted (probably by peh yan) and doesn’t catch the reader.
Funny story when I did the trust fall exercise my partner didn’t even bother catching me and let me fall on the ground (one of the many reasons I have trust issues)
Thank you moth friend- i honestly find this idea fucking halareous thank you for the request.
Toman made a mistake... They left Pah-Chin, Peh-yan, and (name) alone together. And what were the idiots doing? Trust falls. Normally trust falls would be somewhat safe, but not with these three...
"You're sure you're gonna catch me?" Pah asks, glancing back at (name), the other idiot gave Pah a thumbs up.
"Of course I will! I never go back on my word." (Name) says enthusiastically, smiling like a dumbass. Pah-Chin nods, putting on his best serious face as he crosses his arms over his chest and starts to lean... But he leans forward, and it isn't too much longer till gravity did it's job.
"You said you were gonna catch me!" Pah-Chin yells, gritting his teeth as he sits up with a slightly bloody nose and bruised chin. Peh-yan is hunched over, hands on his stomach as he cackles like a hyena.
"You're supposed to fall backwards dent head!" (Name) yells, waving his hands around dramatically as he steps closer to Pah-Chin.
"My head doesn't have a dent!" The chubby man yells, his brain cells clearly doing anything other than thinking.
Peh-yan struggles to speak up through his laughter, "H-He was calling you stupid you pea brain!" The lanky teen yells, tears filling his eyes as he continues to laugh.
(Name) rolls his eyes as he steps up onto the stool. "Whatever, it's my turn. I'll show you how it's done!" He says proudly, unaware that he would have the exact same fate as Pah-Chin.
Pah-Chin grumbles, standing a few feet behind (Name) - ready to actually catch his friend. Just as (Name) starts to lean backwards, Peh-yan suddenly screams.
"What kind of bug is that!?" He yells, shreaking like a teenage girl. Pah-Chin immediately looks over, running to see what Peh-yan was pissing himself over.
"OW! Fuck!" (Name) yells, falling flat on his hard-wood floor. He glares at the two as he sits up, rubbing the back of his head that was probably going to be bruised.
Eventually he stands up and walks over to see what the fuss was about, still silently seething... That was untill he saw what Peh-yan was screaming about. A house centipede, although they were harmless to humans - they were uglier than a horses rear.
"It looks like a roach." Pah-Chin says dumbly, (name) looks over at his friend - dumbfounded.
Hi!! i was just wondering can you do poly ships?? like character x reader x character? not nsfw tho
Absolutely! I'm in a poly relationship myself lol, I'll do almost anything as long as it's not messed up... Even then I'll write dark ass stories, so feel free to request! I'll be able to write more now, I should be getting a computer soon :)
Okay so like I may have dropped off the face of the earth for a longntime- cause life and shi, but like i might be back to writing soon??? Not sure, kinda wanna try and take art commissions cause i be broke as hell, never done it before and I only got cash app. Comment or dm if you're interested, ill even take commissions for fics ^^
Ill try to post more if I can, don't have a computer to write so it'll be difficult.
Sorry if some of them are short, I was running low on juice (i need caffeine)
Well i straight up forgot i wrote this- so uh here have it i think it's finished (I'm really not good at this author thing 💀)
"Ghost" Simon Riley
Ghost grunted quietly, sitting down on the couch of the Survey Corps lounge. He leaned forward a little bit,clasping his hands tightly, his breathing was heavy as if he were stressed.
(Name) took note of this, approaching the Lieutenant without any hesitation. Soap watched from afar, anxiously anticipating the rookie getting beat to hell and back. Ghost glared up at the rookie in agitation, the young man simply smiled a little before sitting next to Ghost. The British man huffed a little, staring at the rookie with an unamused look.
"Stressed?" The younger asked quietly, Ghost just looked away slowly shaking his head in annoyance. (Name) sighed quietly before laying across Ghost's lap making the older man freeze up.
"Bloody 'ell are you doing?" He grumbled, not exactly angered - more so confused than anything else. (Name) smiled happily.
"DPT," he stated plainly, before joining the service he was a Psychology major who worked a little with service dogs. He had learned all the minute details of nearly every human emotion, easily able to read people and respond accordingly. Soap had choked on his drink, coughing aggressively as he watched the bizarre scene before him.
"The hell is that?" Ghost questioned again, no longer stressed or angered. He was utterly shocked, baffled as to why anyone would do something like this.
"Deep pressure therapy, it's used by service dogs to help ground people who are in disarray." The Brit sat there for a moment, staring at the newer addition for a while before finally speaking up.
"Get off."
"Alrighty!" He said, unbothered by his superior's aggressive tone. He could tell just by the solder's stature that he felt a little better. The (colour) haired man got up and left with a small wave, going back to his room.
Once left alone, Soap smiled cheekily looking over at the Lieutenant.
"So Lt. You enjoy your little date?" He asked smugly, earning a death glare from the masked man.
"Shut. The fuck. Up."
"Soap" John Mctavish
Soap paced around, running his hands through his mohawk as he huffed and puffed. The others sat and watched as he continued this display, sighing aggressively.
"You done?" Ghost asked, clear annoyance present in his gaze. Price crossed his arms, also growing tired of Soap's dramatic display. (Name) stood up from his seat, and walked closer to Soap.
"Hey, Soap sit down." The Scot paused in his pacing before shaking his head and continuing. The (light/dark) haired man sighed, grabbing Soap by his hood and dragging him over to the nearest chair.
"Hey! What-" Soap was cut off as he was sat down in a seat with the more stubborn man sitting in his lap. The Scottish man flushed pink from the embarrassment and or humiliation as he tried to push him off.
"Chill out, I'm trying to help you." Soap looked up at him with bewilderment.
"Help me? How is this-"
"Deep pressure therapy, now shut up and breath dummy." The other grumbled, leaning against Soap lazily. Gaz burst out laughing at the display, earning a slap to the arm from Price, who attempted to hide his amusement.
"You suck..." Soap grumbled into the others shoulder, gently hugging the other as he came to accept his fate.
"Love you too buddy."
Capt. Price
The older man sat at his desk, exhaustion and stress oozing out of him as he slumped slightly. (Name) quietly knocked at the door of Price's office, peaking in as he cracked the door. Price looked up with a tired smile.
"You need something?" He asked quietly, (Name) looked at him for a moment before stepping in. His expression was a mix of concern and determination. Without much hesitation he plopped down into his Captain's lap, hugging the older as he did so.
Price has already beared witness to this display before, silently accepting it. He sighed tiredly, gently patting the younger on the back.
"Thanks."
"No problem Captn."
König
The squad took shifts going out for supplies like groceries, and this week it was König. Despite his aggravated curses he begrudgingly went out for food. By the time he got back he was slouching, his heart hammering in his chest as the anxiety lingered.
(Name) greeted him, helping him carry in the groceries despite knowing König was more than strong enough to do it himself. König appreciated the help, although he would rather have emotional support than help carrying things.
Once inside, König dropped the groceries in the shared kitchen before speed walking to the nearest comfy chair. Once seated he leaned forward, his forearms resting his upper body weight on his thighs.
(Name) was quick to notice this, approaching his larger friend. König sat up slightly, looking up at his companion with half lidded eyes. The shorter smiled a little before sitting down, straddling König who exclaimed in incomprehensible German. (Name) hugged him as he sat there, earning a appreciative sigh.
"I hate people." König grumbled grumpily, his face pressed into (Name)'s shoulder. The shorter gently ruffled his hair as he continued to grumble and complain about how he would "get back at them" for this.
"It's alright, König... Just beat their asses during training," he suggested, earning an enthusiastic gasp of realization.
"Im gonna kick all of their arses!" He growled, almost literally earning a small chuckle from the smaller.
