`` Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right, Todd? ``
- Aka; introduction
Hello hello hello ! I'm Alex, aka Mr Penguin ! I write x readers for various fandoms, especially musical theatre stuff but I also do some tv shows and movies ! I'm transmasc so please refer to me with masc/gender neutral terms, thank you :]
I write for:
- Dead Poets Society
- Stranger Things
- House MD
- Newsies
- Heathers
- Hamilton
- Ride the Cyclone
- Mean Girls
- Dear Evan Hansen
- SIX
- Little Shop of Horrors
- In the Heights
- Date Everything
- Detroit : Become Human
- The Hundred Line : Last Defense Academy
* blue marks my favs!
RULES!
- I won't write anything that has to do with minor x adult if it is in romantic context! Platonic is fine :)
- I won't write smut of any kind! There are plenty of talented smut writers though, so go check them out instead of me if you want to read that!
- I'll take multiple characters per request too!
- Be as specific as you want to be! I really don't mind, so don't be afraid to specify as much as you need!
I will write fics, headcanons or smaus, specifying what you'd like will make my job easier!
Please be aware that I have a tendency to periodically appear and disappear whenever I lose motivation, then reappear when I get it back. Due to this, I sometimes take a while to get to requests, but it's nothing personal against you!
Other than that, just do whatever! If you're not sure about something, feel free to ask :3
yeahh my last post was in august and it wasn't a very good one. i've been gone for over half a year and as you can imagine a lot has happened, both good and bad.
concerning my mental health, i am doing significantly better than before, which is nice! as of posting this i'm experiencing another depressive episode but as horrible as it is, i'm trying.
also! this is gonna sound weird because i've always used the title Mr. Penguin but uh. yeah turns out im transmasc. why did i use that name before? i guess i always kind of knew, just refused to acknowledge it, or something like that.
enough about personal updates though, what about the blog?
yes. well. good news and bad news.
good news is i may start dabbling in writing again! which means the blog may come alive again!
bad news is that nearly the whole blog is anime based and i have not watched anime in. almost a year basically.
so yeah my interests have changed completely which means if the blog did start functioning again, it would be a complete rebrand with a LOT of new fandoms, but it would lose basically all the old fandoms and stuff.
i don't know how interested yall might be but! if there are any requests then i'll take that as a sign and do the whole rebrand.
as for what fandoms the blog would have?
i'm keeping JJBA, D:BH, and The Hundred Line Last Defense Academy, as i am still interested in those!
new fandoms include a lot of musical/theatre stuff (i have embraced my inner theatre kid again after years), literature and the occasional movie/tv show.
heres a list of what i can imagine writing for if anyones interested!
- Hamilton (embarrassing to admit? yes. still peak though)
- Heathers: The Musical
- Beetlejuice
- Dear Evan Hansen
- Little Shop of Horrors
- Dead Poets Society
- The Goldfinch
i might dabble in some House MD (im only on s3 but holy shit Wilson is so OUGHFH can you tell I like Robert Sean Leonard) and i'd like to say some Shakespeare stuff but i don't think anyone cares about Shakespearean works enough to request fanfic so (except ppl on ao3 ig but. they will write a fanfic about anything they don't count /hj).
also also! i will now not only take requests for x readers, but just. any kind of fanfic in general as long as im comfortable writing it! if i update my pinned i'll talk about this one more.
if you happen to request something that inspires me a lot it might go on my ao3. be warned
also also also! i've cleared my inbox bc it was kinda overwhelming to see all those requests knowing i wouldn't do them. i want a fresh start! BUT if you still want your request done then feel free to resend it.
LOOONG story short : if ppl are willing to request for my new fandoms then i may come back to writing ! happy to know i've left at least somewhat of an impact over here haha.
i am very sorry for my lack of posts and communication. i've mentioned it before but im not doing very well mentally. in short, i've been dealing with very bad depression, anxiety and self hatred issues, along with horrible thoughts, some of which i unfortunately did act upon. its getting a little better thankfully, but every time i think its getting better i start to spiral so i wanted to get this out before that happens.
i see asks still coming in to this day which fill me with both joy, because i know i havent been forgotten and sadness because i know i wont be able to complete any requests for a while.
so, yeah. im closing requests and disappearing for a little while. i dont know when i come back, or if i even do, i just need some time to think, reflect and hopefully heal by the end of it. if i do post anything it will most likely be updates on my main, @sillypenguincats .
im not looking for sympathy or kindness, i just want to be transparent with you all about how im doing and why i haven't been posting. thank you so much for your continued support, it means the world to me.
Is role reversal like a role swap thing? I'm just asking to make sure!
short answer: could be! up to interpretation!
long answer: as i said, most of these prompts are pretty vague to leave some creative freedom! role reversal could mean an AU where the roles are reversed or just a fic where the roles are swapped for a day.
This event is in celebration for reaching 100 followers on this blog! While active, I will be prioritizing requests sent for the event.
So, what is this about?
Basics
There will be a prompt list including 100 fanfic tropes, character cliches or ship dynamics, which you can choose from! Send in your character(s), which prompt(s) you'd like, and the rest is up to you! You're free to add whatever - in fact, as most of these prompts are not very specific, I encourage you to add your own details, plots or whatever you wish! Never be afraid to go on long rambles in my askbox. <3
The event will last from today - July 11th - to July 25th.
Rules
- You may send in at max 3 prompts combined into one
- I will write for any character from any of the fandoms listed in my pinned post!
- The usual rules I use still apply - check my pinned for those!
Prompts
only one bed
forced proximity
found family
arranged marriage
fake relationship
childhood friends to lovers
love triangle
coffee shop AU
unrequited love
first kiss
enemies to lovers
lovers to enemies
secret relationship
drunken confession
opposites attract
betrayal
spin the bottle
secret admirer
academic rivals
polyamorous relationship
love at first sight
oblivious dumbasses in love
partners in crime
mutual pining
paired up for a school project
work/academic partners
bandaging the other up
band AU
canon divergence
popular x nerd
second chance
accidental confession
jealousy
mistaken for couple
"we were partners in another life"
cuddling for warmth
exes
artist x muse
soulmate AU
closeted gays in love
too easy to fluster
dying in their arms
rejection
damsel in distress
secret meeting
almost kiss
protectiveness
rival teams/businesses
horrible first meeting
reunion
idol x fan
pinned against something
chaotic siblings
not admitting to obvious feelings
only nice/nicer to them
yandere
girlboss and malewife
clinginess
touch starved
assholes in love
doomed by the narrative
reckless, constantly scolded for it
himbo/bimbo
losers in love
movie night
gentle giant
fairytale retelling
dancing/kissing in the rain
prom night
undercover mission
breakup
haunted house
petnames/nicknames
isolation
sleepover
masquerade
royalty AU
sugar daddy/mommy
role reversal
gets in trouble x gets them out of trouble
grumpy x grumpier
High school/college AU
tsundere
domestic dom
praise
degradation
two ends of the same spectrum
fantasy AU/magical powers
swooning over everything they do
love bites
"and they were roommates"
power imbalance
adoption
they're the exception
formal outfits
if looks could kill...
meeting the parents
hopeless romantic
interrupted confession
misunderstanding
Thank you, all of you, for helping me get this far. I hope you enjoy this event while it lasts, I love all of you, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this. That's because I suck at communication but that's besides the point !!
This event is in celebration for reaching 100 followers on this blog! While active, I will be prioritizing requests sent for the event.
So, what is this about?
Basics
There will be a prompt list including 100 fanfic tropes, character cliches or ship dynamics, which you can choose from! Send in your character(s), which prompt(s) you'd like, and the rest is up to you! You're free to add whatever - in fact, as most of these prompts are not very specific, I encourage you to add your own details, plots or whatever you wish! Never be afraid to go on long rambles in my askbox. <3
The event will last from today - July 11th - to July 25th.
Rules
- You may send in at max 3 prompts combined into one
- I will write for any character from any of the fandoms listed in my pinned post!
- The usual rules I use still apply - check my pinned for those!
Prompts
only one bed
forced proximity
found family
arranged marriage
fake relationship
childhood friends to lovers
love triangle
coffee shop AU
unrequited love
first kiss
enemies to lovers
lovers to enemies
secret relationship
drunken confession
opposites attract
betrayal
spin the bottle
secret admirer
academic rivals
polyamorous relationship
love at first sight
oblivious dumbasses in love
partners in crime
mutual pining
paired up for a school project
work/academic partners
bandaging the other up
band AU
canon divergence
popular x nerd
second chance
accidental confession
jealousy
mistaken for couple
"we were partners in another life"
cuddling for warmth
exes
artist x muse
soulmate AU
closeted gays in love
too easy to fluster
dying in their arms
rejection
damsel in distress
secret meeting
almost kiss
protectiveness
rival teams/businesses
horrible first meeting
reunion
idol x fan
pinned against something
chaotic siblings
not admitting to obvious feelings
only nice/nicer to them
yandere
girlboss and malewife
clinginess
touch starved
assholes in love
doomed by the narrative
reckless, constantly scolded for it
himbo/bimbo
losers in love
movie night
gentle giant
fairytale retelling
dancing/kissing in the rain
prom night
undercover mission
breakup
haunted house
petnames/nicknames
isolation
sleepover
masquerade
royalty AU
sugar daddy/mommy
role reversal
gets in trouble x gets them out of trouble
grumpy x grumpier
High school/college AU
tsundere
domestic dom
praise
degradation
two ends of the same spectrum
fantasy AU/magical powers
swooning over everything they do
love bites
"and they were roommates"
power imbalance
adoption
they're the exception
formal outfits
if looks could kill...
meeting the parents
hopeless romantic
interrupted confession
misunderstanding
Thank you, all of you, for helping me get this far. I hope you enjoy this event while it lasts, I love all of you, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this. That's because I suck at communication but that's besides the point !!
hi again :3. I just love your work and was wondering if I could request an other Bucciarati x f!reader fic. I’ve been super into College AU and have severe brainrot about it. Im so invested in it that in my free time I write down all the headcanons i have in my notes app (ﾟ∀ﾟ). Reader is probably already friends with Bruno and maybe shares some classes with him. Bruno also works part time at the Campus’s Cafe. Plot is up to you, feel free to do whatever. o(｀ω´ )o♥︎
[ Bruno Bucciarati x f!reader ]
[ You were never the type to go to many parties. Neither was Bruno. But when the two of you get dragged along, words spill out after one too many drinks. ]
[ # : College!AU, f!reader, she/her pronouns used, alcohol, bad decisions, protective Bruno, drunken confession, kinda suggestive at some parts but nothing explicit ]
[ TW : sexual harassment ! (not from Bruno) ]
[ A/N : guys i SWEAR im working on the matchups but it is almost 5 am, I haven't slept at all and i need an actual fic to write i am so sorry. anyway enjoy :3 ]
You and Bruno have been friends for a while.
It started with you asking him for his notes. God knows why you weren't paying attention to the lecture, but in the end all you managed to scribble down into your notebook was a half-assed attempt at writing about the topic the professor was talking about, adorned by unnecessarily detailed doodles of whatever you were daydreaming about that day.
He was happy to help, he always was.
And of course you became friends. He was just so easy to get along with, how could you not want to befriend him?
The day you found out about his part-time job was the day you started actually caring about the campus' café. Everything seemed to taste much better knowing it was Bruno on the job.
But even he couldn't help the sheer amount of pressure and stress you were under.
You knew you had to do your best with your studies, but lately it began to feel like it was too much. That suffocating feeling just wouldn't go away, no matter what.
So that's how you found yourself sprawled out on a bench, absentmindedly sipping on what was probably your fourth cup of coffee that day. Your mind seemed to tune out even the blinding light of the sun as you got lost in your thoughts again.
"[Y/N]?"
That roused you from your state. You'd recognize that voice anywhere.
You didn't even begin to question where he came from, or how he sat down next to you on the bench without you noticing. Because, in fairness, you were probably just too spaced out to notice.
"Oh, uh, hi Bruno."
You tried to put on a smile but even you could feel how unconvincing it was. And of course he didn't let it go.
"Are you alright? You've been staring at that bush for the last twenty minutes."
Well, shit. Had it really been that long?
You forced a nod. "Wonderful. Just, you know. Tired."
It wasn't a complete lie. You did just pull your third all-nighter that week.
Bruno frowned though, not entirely convinced. "I get that. But, if anything's bothering you.." he paused, fiddling with his sleeve for a brief moment. "You can come to me- to, uh, talk. If you want."
You finally raised your head to look at him, and smiled - genuinely, this time.
"Thanks, Bruno. I-"
"[Y/N]!! BUCCIARATI!!"
Just your luck that a nice moment like this would get interrupted.
You turned your head to the figure rushing toward you and your companion. You couldn't say you were surprised to see Mista.
"You guys! You gotta come to Giorno's party tomorrow!!"
You raised an eyebrow. "Giorno's having a party?"
The golden boy always seemed to focus on his studies before anything else - you thought it odd that he'd throw a party right now.
But then again, it probably wasn't his own idea, anyway, knowing his friends.
"Yeah!" Mista replied, still enthusiastic. "And you can bet it'll be the best one in your sad, miserable lives!"
You didn't even try to dispute the 'miserable life' claim.
Bruno cleared his throat, speaking up for the first time since Mista's interruption. "As much as we.. appreciate the invitation, Mista, I don't think-"
"Hold that thought." You stopped him from finishing. "When is it, exactly?"
Mista's eyes lit up and his grin widened upon seeing your interest. "Tomorrow, party starts at 6."
Well.. a party seemed like a good way to let out all that stress and just have fun for a night.
You pondered for a moment, which gave your friend the opportunity to speak again. He leaned closer to you, whispering in your ear so only you could hear.
"[Y/N], are you sure this is a good idea?"
You shot him a glance and just nodded. Poor Bruno, always trying to be responsible.. he needs to learn to live a little, right?
"I'm going."
Mista beamed at your acceptance, then looked expectantly at Bruno. The dark-haired man sighed. "I suppose I'll come too," he agreed, albeit reluctantly.
"Great! See you two!"
And with that, he ran off.
Bruno rubbed his temple, shaking his head. "This isn't going to end well."
You rolled your eyes and nudged him in the side. "Come on, don't be such a buzzkill. It'll be fun, trust me!"
But your friend clearly wasn't convinced, judging by his unamused expression. "Sure." He leaned back. "I'm only coming because you need someone responsible there."
You laughed. "You sound like a mom."
No response. He just gave you a glare.
Flashing lights, the smell of sweat and alcohol, and obnoxiously loud 2000s disco music - courtesy of Mista, if he had to guess. That's what greeted you when you entered.
The place was crowded to a horrible degree, and he had to wonder just how many people they'd managed to invite.
"Jesus," Bruno muttered, letting out a grunt. "Are you sure you want to-"
"Bruno." You stopped him before he could finish, already knowing what he wanted to ask. "Yes. I told you. I wanted to come, and I don't plan on leaving anytime soon."
He held your gaze for a few moments, waiting. Then, a quiet sigh. "If you insist."
You pushed through the crowd, looking for the snack table, all while he followed behind you. He made sure to stick by your side at all times, no matter what.
Well, that's what he tried to do.
He asked you to be careful, but was always met with the same response.
"I can handle a little alcohol, Bruno, it's fine."
You, in fact, could not handle a little alcohol.
It surprised even him, that all you needed was two glasses before you were completely out of it, probably not thinking clear.
He couldn't decide if you were that much of a lightweight or if the drinks served had that much alcohol.
In any case, keeping watch of a drunk you was even more difficult. It's like you were purposefully trying to make his job harder. Always wandering off, like you were trying to shake him off. And whenever he blinked just a little too slow, you'd somehow get your hands on yet another glass.
He'd lost sight of you for the third time, frantically searching for you - then he saw it.
"I just can't resist you, baby.. come on, I'll show you a good time if we just go somewhere more.. private."
The guy was much too close to you for comfort, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other stroking your cheek like he owned you.
Next thing he knew, you were pinned to a wall in one of the emptier corners with some rando shoving his tongue down your throat. He swore he saw his hands slowly start to move lower, but he couldn't finish what he'd started before Bruno shoved him off you.
And the way he scowled at him as if he'd just done something bad - it pissed him off.
"Bruno?" You looked at him, your expression somewhere between confusion, surprise and frustration. "What the hell?"
"Ah, shit- You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend! You bitch-!"
He frowned. The man dared to take advantage of a drunk girl then call her a bitch when things don't go his way?
"Because she doesn't," Bruno replied, crossing his arms. "But if you call her a bitch again, I will punch a hole through you."
The guy scoffed. "Okay, Mr. Tough Guy, I get it. Unreciprocated love is hard, but you don't have to be jealous just 'cuz she chose someone el-"
He was silenced by the roughness in which Bruno grabbed his shirt and the intensity of his glare. He didn't intend to harm him, but god, was it hard to hold back from punching him.
"That's what I thought."
He released the man and turned to you, grabbing you by the hand. "Come on, [Y/N], we're leaving."
"What?! No way, I-"
"That wasn't a suggestion, it was an order."
For just a moment, you were quiet. Then, you pulled away with a loud 'ugh!'
"For fuck's sake, Bruno, can't you give me some fucking privacy for once?! You don't have to follow me around all the time like some shitty guard dog, you know!" You snapped at him. "Can't I have fun at this goddamn party?! I came here to relieve stress and you ruined it!"
He was stunned at your harsh words, but not enough to stop him from taking your hand again. Your safety was his top priority right now, no matter what you thought.
"Sorry. The answer's no. Now come on. We're leaving, and that's final."
He hated being rough with you, but in your current state, it was the only language you understood, it seemed. And so, he dragged you out of the party with no regard for your constant curses thrown at him, and took you back to your dorm.
He let out a long sigh when you were finally away from everyone else. He managed to coerce you into bed with relative ease, with only a few complaints.
"Ugh.." you groaned as soon as your head hit the pillow. "Why'd you have to drag me out of there?"
He shook his head and sat down on the edge of the bed. "You clearly weren't in the best shape. Besides, I wasn't gonna let that guy take advantage of you."
You muttered something under your breath, which he couldn't catch.
Silence.
Then, as if some sort of switch in you had flipped, your attitude did a complete 180.
"Ough.. I'm sorry for what I said back there," you slurred. "I didn't- it just sorta- slipped out, y'know?"
Getting over his surprise at your sudden shift, he sighed. "I know."
You sat up and took a good look at him. Then you crawled over to him, still sitting at the edge of the bed, desperation in your gaze.
"Let me make it up to you. Please."
At that point you'd crawled into his lap and were tugging at his top, your hands almost having slipped under it.
But he knew better than to give in.
"No." He pushed you off. "You're drunk."
You let out a groan, but relented.
Another beat of silence.
"Have I ever told you how incredibly hot you are?"
He almost choked on air. "What?"
"Yeah," you said with a grin. "Especially when you give me that stern look whenever I do something stupid. Just- ugh."
He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol speaking anymore.
But what he was sure of is that you were staring at his lips now, and it was painfully obvious.
"I want to kiss you. So badly."
He sighed. "What did I tell you? You're drunk."
"..Please?"
"No."
"But-"
"No."
He wasn't relenting. And thankfully you were nowhere near as stubborn as him, because you flopped back onto the bed and gave up.
That's what he thought, until you spoke again.
"...So you don't love me."
He draped the blanket over you and tucked you in with another sigh. "We'll talk about this when you're not drunk out of your mind, alright?"
You hesitated for a moment, but nodded.
"Good. Now get to sleep," he said. "You need it."
You closed your eyes, and he thought he'd finally won. But you didn't intend to let it go without one last try, it seemed.
"So... no goodnight kiss?"
"[Y/N]."
You kneeled over the toilet, vomiting up the remains of last night's party. The ache in your head wanted to kill you, and the worst part was the fact that you couldn't remember anything.
Bruno stood above you, holding your hair back for you. Fortunately, he was patient, and waited for you to let it all out.
"Fuck.." you muttered. "What the hell did I drink last night?"
He shrugged and handed you a wet cloth to wipe your mouth.
You stood up and tried to get back to bed, albeit shakily. But thankfully, Bruno was right there, catching you every time you stumbled even a little.
"Oh, before I forget," you began, "I didn't do anything.. weird last night, right?"
He huffed. "You have no idea."
Shit. You should've known this would happen. You should've known it would be a bad idea to go out partying when you were so stressed out, of course you'd get too drunk and end up embarrassing yourself - in front of Bruno, no less.
"Fuck, I'm so so sorry, whatever I said or did, please forget it ever happened, I-"
He let out a laugh, which cut off your rambling. "You don't have to apologize. I get it."
A relieved breath escaped you.
"Though... there is something I'd like to talk about."
Oh no.
This is it, you probably ruined your entire relationship with him because you did something while you weren't thinking straight, and-
"Last night, you, um.." Bruno started explaining, but hesitated before he could finish. You were about to go into panic mode again when you noticed the subtle redness of his cheeks.
"You said you wanted to kiss me."
Your eyes widened, your mouth agape. So that's what happened. Atleast now you know you're a little too honest when you're drunk.
"I, uh-" you stuttered, your gaze darting everywhere except him. "I'm sorry, I don't want to- I mean- I do. But I- I didn't mean to overstep any boundaries, and if you're not comfortable with it, that's perfectly fine, and-"
"[Y/N]."
You were so caught up in yourself that you didn't even notice when he took your hand.
"It's okay. Don't apologize. But.." he looked away from you. "..I was hoping you'd still be up for it."
Your breath hitched in surprise, and you didn't dare speak for a few seconds.
Then you finally found the courage.
"Yes! Yes! I mean..- Yeah. I am."
He smiled. With one gentle motion, he cupped your cheek and leaned in.
The kiss was short and sweet. But you'd absolutely be lying if you said his lips weren't the best thing you'd ever tasted.
When he pulled away, he was bright red, and had the biggest smile on his face.
I hope you’re doing okay!! You don’t need to push yourself to write if you’re in a MH slump, take care of yourself! ❤️
out of curiosity, the next time you do matchups, will you do them for DBH as well? :)
tysm !! not feeling so well rn, but im trying my best. i have exhausted my social battery so much i swear haha.
as for your question ! yes yes YES im 100% doing that you have no idea how much i love DBH. tbh i added it to the fandoms i write for mostly for myself i had no idea if people would actually be interested haha.
there. might be a connor oneshot in the drafts.. that is the longest oneshot i've ever written.. and its not even finished..
Hello hello! I am a little shy but may I please have a Kakyoin x reader fic where the reader is a healer? Thank you :)
`` To mend a broken heart. ``
[ Kakyoin Noriaki x healer!reader ]
[ You're the healer of the Stardust Crusaders. ..Who happens to be Kakyoin's childhood friend. And his biggest crush. This should go well.. ]
[ # Pining (kinda), jealousy, angst with no comfort, a bit canon-divergent, Kakyoin being insecure af ]
[ A/N : uhm this was supposed to be just a nice soft fic. But I felt evil and got carried away sorry teehee ]
Your ability to heal has always fascinated him.
No, that's not entirely true. You have always fascinated him.
Kakyoin Noriaki. Your teammate, your best friend since childhood, and now your secret admirer.
He knew you were special from the moment he laid eyes on you, but it took him a while to learn and recognize what he was actually feeling.
But now you're all he thinks about, and it makes him ache. The two of you would never be together. How could someone like him be the boyfriend of someone as perfect as you?
He sat on the edge of his bed, his head resting in the palm of his hand. He's thinking of you, again. Of how he wished you were with him right now, but instead he had to share a hotel room with Joseph.
What made it worse? The walls were paper-thin and he could hear everything from the neighboring room, which just so happened to belong to you and Jotaro.
"I'm fine, seriously.. I'm telling you-- will you get that thing away from me?"
"Oops, sorry Jotaro! [Stand name] likes not listening to me. Come here, you-!"
He smiled to himself. Your Stand, ironically, has been a pain for you ever since you developed it as a child. You could never quite get it to listen. You'd always come to him for help.
"But, to be fair.. you do need my Stand to help you, Jotaro. You look a little worn out."
Before he heard Jotaro give any semblance of a response, you continued, "I care about you a lot. I don't want you to get hurt."
And his smile quickly faded. You probably liked Jotaro more than him.. of course.
What did Jotaro have that he didn't?
"Hey, Kakyoin." The raspy voice snapped him out of his thoughts. In his sadness, he had completely forgotten about Joseph. "You alright?"
He let out a sigh. "Yeah," he said, though even he knew it wasn't convincing. "I'm fine."
He heard your voice through the walls again and his frown deepened. As did his longing for you.
And Joseph clearly noticed.
"Ahh, I see. Teen romance, eh?" Kakyoin internally cringed at his tone, and just buried his head into his hands. But unfortunately for him, Joseph is a persistent man. He would not leave him alone unless he got the entire story.
He groaned quietly. "How'd you know?" Kakyoin asked, lifting his head just enough to peek at the old man, who was now grinning at him like a child.
"Oh, come on, it's so obvious!" Joseph laughed, putting an arm around the redhead's shoulder. "You look at her like she just descended from Heaven every time you see her."
Kakyoin could feel a soft shade of red tint his cheeks in embarrassment at being called out. "..is it that bad?" He muttered.
"Oh yeah." He only chuckled in reply. "You've got it bad."
Footsteps echoed across the hallway, and before Kakyoin could register, you stepped inside.
"I don't mean to intrude," you began, "I just want to check on Kakyoin."
The way you smiled at him made his heart skip a beat. Joseph was right.. he had it bad.
"Ah, that's alright." Joseph stood up from his seat. "I was just about to head out."
"Where are you heading, Mr. Joestar?" You asked curiously.
"Well, y'see," he started, shooting a knowing glance at Kakyoin. "There's been a small.. issue. So me and you have to switch rooms." He didn't miss the questioning look on the teen's face. "Is that alright?"
You were surprised for a moment, but quickly nodded. "Yeah, of course! I don't mind."
"Great." Joseph patted you on the back. "Have fun, you two," he called out before making his leave.
Kakyoin had to hold back another sigh. Of course the old man would try to fix his mess of a love life. But, he supposed he had to be grateful.. his wishes were granted.
His body froze up a bit when he felt your hand touch his shoulder. "Kakyoin?" Your voice called out to him in a soft tone.
He shook himself out of his thoughts. You were here for a check-up.. though, you'd probably stay now that Joseph got you to switch rooms. "Uh, right-"
You gently took his hand, examining the scratches on it. It was still stained scarlet from the fight which had only happened about an hour ago. That wasn't the only part of him that was red though.
He could only hope you wouldn't notice.
He barely even registered that you'd manifested your Stand and were working on healing his wounds. He was too preoccupied with admiring your face to notice that the dried blood was slowly disappearing and the scratches were closing.
"There," You said, rubbing your thumb over the place where the wounds used to be.
Kakyoin flashed you a smile and gave you a nod. "Thanks, [Y/N]. You're a lifesaver."
"Oh, it's nothing, really-" you insisted, but your voice trailed off once he took your hand. Too much? He couldn't help but think. He didn't wanna break any boundaries with you.
"It isn't nothing," he reassured you. "I really appreciate it, you know. You and all the work you put into taking care of us."
There was a moment of silence. He just stared into your eyes fondly. He took in your expression, how your eyes seemed to widen a little at his words.
"Although, uh.." he added, admittedly in a slightly awkward way. "I'm sure everyone does."
You chuckled and pulled him into a hug. The world around him froze, and he felt as if the butterflies in his stomach could burst right through him at any moment. The only thing that mattered to him was you.
"Thanks, Kak-"
"Please. You know can call me Noriaki."
You smiled. "Thanks, Noriaki."
That small moment of peace and quiet was much appreciated. The two of you sat there as you pulled back from the hug, content with the silence.
Until the high-pitched shriek which came from outside interrupted you, soon followed by Polnareff bursting into the room.
"[Y/N], YOU'VE GOT TO COME QUICK!" He shouted. "IGGY'S GOTTEN INTO A FIGHT- DO SOMETHING WITH THAT DOG!"
You let out a sigh, but you didn't hesitate to help out. You never did. That's what Kakyoin loved about you.
"I'll be back soon," you said to him, and the two of you parted with a wave.
It was strange, yet he couldn't help but feel like there was an emptiness inside him.. a gaping hole in his heart without you there to complete him.
You sprinted across the road, despite the fact that you felt like your feet could barely carry you. The tears threatened to spill out of your eyes at every moment, but you continued on.
You knew it wouldn't be easy. You knew the consequences it would carry. You were aware how dangerous DIO was, and still chose to go on the adventure with the rest of the Crusaders. Avdol and Iggy already had to pay with their lives..
But oh, why.. why did he have to take him?
You finally reached Kakyoin, and kneeled down in front of him immediately. The noise of a splash sounded under you. You wanted to ignore the feeling of immense dread, to pretend not to know you were kneeling in his own pooling blood.
It looked bad - no, that wasn't a strong enough word to describe just how terrible of a condition he was in.
But he was still alive, and that fact alone gave you enough motivation to try to save him.
You wasted no time in manifesting your Stand. You tried to focus on his face, instead of the gaping wound on his abdomen, but you couldn't.
His gaze flicked over to you. His eyes no longer carried the same softness he had usually - just a sad, defeated look of sorrow.
"[Y/N]..." he managed to choke out. You placed your hand on his as your Stand did its job. He was already starting to feel colder.
"It's okay. I'm here. You're gonna be alright.." You whispered words of reassurance, but even you could notice the shakiness of your voice. It didn't seem to bother Kakyoin though, as he just smiled.
You wanted to ignore that your hand was starting to get stickier from the blood that slowly poured down his hand. His blood.
You were becoming more and more desperate, and it showed. Your Stand was working hard, but Kakyoin was losing blood faster than your Stand could heal.
What bothered you the most, though?
Kakyoin seemed to have already accepted his fate.
Your hand clutched his tightly as you gritted your teeth in frustration. "You can't give up, damn it.." you muttered, letting out a pained sigh. "You've always wanted to play the hero. Ever since we were kids.." you heard your voice break as you looked at him, and a few tears streaked down your cheeks. "Look where that got you."
Kakyoin, with the little air he had left, let out a huff at your words. His hand reached out to your face, as shaky and weak as it can get, in an attempt to wipe your tears.
"No..." you sobbed desperately.
He was losing blood - and you were losing hope.
"[Y/N]..." his voice was weak and barely audible, but he had just enough strength left to mutter his final words..
"I love you.."
You let out a sob, while he let out his last breath. His body went limp, and now that he was no longer concious, you didn't feel the need to hold back your pain.
"No.. Noriaki, no-!" You wailed. "You- You can't be dead... We were supposed to go home together.. you- you promised.."
More incoherent sounds left you as you kneeled in front of him. You couldn't bear the ache in your body, that undeniable sense of loss and grief.
Kakyoin was gone, and he'd never come back.
It was a horrible thought, but it was the truth, no matter what you did, or how much you tried to deny it. Maybe you were too late, maybe you didn't try hard enough. None of that mattered now, though. You couldn't erase the past.
You could heal all the wounds in the world, treat every small scratch...
i know i know i KNOW i haven't done any writing for a while. uh. sorry !! the past few weeks for me were PACKED with things to do and i barely had any time or energy to write.
very off topic but i've been playing a lot of video games lately and detroit : become human has changed my life it is a masterpiece, seriously. i could ramble on FOREVER about it.
Hihi!! I saw your Valentine's Day match up thingy (I totally remember what it was, trust) and that's exactly what I'm here for!! A Valentine's Day match up with BSD (and maybe TBHK if you don't mind :])
I'm pansexual so any gender is fine!
I'm also genderfae so any pronouns that aren't masculine aligned.
I am 5’5-5’6 (lowkey random lol but I feel like it could help in some way!)
I love doing anything artistic! But I mostly good at painting landscapes and such.
I'm a usually shy person until I decide I know you well enough to where I can be more open and talkative.
I prefer having one on one conversations with people than texting, and physical touch is very important for me since I LOVE hugs and at times holding hands with close friends. Also cuddles are a big thing for me as well :3 (I'm just a really touchy person lol)
I love reading and writing too!! I plan on making my own book one day hopefully.
I try to be as nice as I can but mood swings are possible so I might just fight someone if they keep on pushing me :]
I really don't know what else to say beside from the fact that I love music and I play the saxophone and do color guard (If you don't know then search it up!!)
I don’t really dislike anything but extremely loud noises!
playful teasing and such are a big thing about me and I would love someone who would playfully tease me too and not be bothered by my own!
I really do hope this is enough! I'm asking to remain anonymous but I will most definitely see what you write ^o^ and maybe I’ll even end up requesting some things :3
💌 Your Valentine Matchup is...
[ Poe !! ]
[ A/N : He's just like me fr fr I love Poe. The texting thing is so real, any remotely serious conversation I hate having over text instead of irl. 😭 Hope you enjoy and thank you for the request! ]
Hear me out on the teasing. I know Poe's generally a shy person, but like.. you know how he acts with Ranpo? Imagine that, but way more.
At the very beginning of your relationship, he was definitely more nervous though. He'd always get flustered when you teased him. But he adjusted pretty quickly!
Now he quips back with his own teasing whenever he can. It's never mean-spirited, of course. Usually by the end you both end up giggling.. or pouting.
He's an artistic guy himself! He appreciates all kinds of art, though obviously writing is his forte.
He likes to just watch you while you paint. He doesn't say a word, just watches in silence as you paint the canvas in beautiful colours.
Karl sometimes joins in, though Poe keeps a close eye on him. He wouldn't want his little friend to disturb you while you're painting! So, he sits him down on his shoulder or holds him in his arms to make sure he doesn't escape and cause a mess for you.
He doesn't mind your shyness at all. Why would he? He's even worse in that aspect, after all.
He doesn't like new people. He doesn't like socialising. He doesn't like crowded spaces.
So if you share those traits he'll be relieved. Though he has to admit, if you asked him to, he would be willing to be a little more outgoing.. it would be very difficult, but just for you, he'd try.
Again, he's similar to you in the way he opens up much more after getting comfortable with someone. Thus, he recognizes that you fully trust him once he notices you starting to share random tidbits of info about yourself with him, but not anyone else. He was really touched by that!
If you feel like you need to talk, ramble, vent, anything, he's there to listen. One of the best listeners, he'll sit quietly and only chime in if he knows you want him to. Also, strangely good at comforting, despite how nervous he is about it.
Your touchiness was probably a lot for him at first. It's not that he doesn't like it! It's just, being a lonely person, he never really received any physical affection. It's odd. But after a bit, he finds that he doesn't mind it.
Phone calls make him really nervous. Pre-relationship he was afraid it would annoy you that he never calls or texts first, but it makes him feel better that you prefer face-to-face.
Whenever you hugged him unprompted, he used to yelp at first. "At least warn me when you jump me like that!" He'd tell you.
Now he just melts into your touch. If he's having a particularly bad day he can be clingy and just ask you to hold him or cuddle. The man just needs to relax.
He likes being the little spoon. Doesn't care that you're shorter than him. He'll rest his head on your chest and close his eyes, letting you play with his hair or plant kisses on him. Sometimes Karl joins you as well, squeezing himself between the two of you.
Holding hands is his favourite though. It's simple, but effective. He loves caressing your hand, entwining his fingers with yours, squeezing it when he's feeling down.
He isn't a big fan of PDA, so he'd ask you to tone the touchiness down just a tad when you're out somewhere (luckily, he doesn't like to go out much!). He doesn't mind quick hugs, holding hands or small pecks coming from you, but he's way less likely to reciprocate if he knows other people are around.
He adores that you're into reading and writing. Perfect opportunity for him to boast about the novels he's written so far. Though he's careful not to accidentally activate his ability on you and trap you, so just... Be cautious about those murder mysteries he's writing.
He always shows you how he's progressing if he's currently writing something. He values your opinion, so if you have anything to say on the matter he's all ears!
"Hey, Y/N.. Ranpo-san said this dialogue I wrote for my book was too unrealistic. What do you think?"
He may or may not write about you. Sometimes more subtly, sometimes.. not so much. But he always pretends it's nothing if you call him out about it.
"Uhm, Poe, I'm just wondering.. the main character of your new novel has the same name as me."
"Oh! Uh.. they do, huh?"
"Their love interest is also named Edgar."
Ranpo teases him about it basically being fanfiction at that point and he's very defensive about it.
"It's NOT fanfiction! You think I'd stoop to such a level? Please."
Hearing about your ambitions to write a book one day, he immediately starts to teach you everything he knows. Fair warning, he's not a very good teacher.
That is probably because even he doesn't know what he's doing when writing. The techniques just come effortlessly, so he can't quite comprehend how to do it.
But he's trying his best!
He doesn't mind your mood swings. In truth, he's prone to them too. But if it gets particularly bad, he's the first to come and help you deal with them.
He's known you for a while. He recognizes signs of when you're feeling irritated. And when he notices, he's quick to pull you out of the situation before you start fist-fighting with the person who's making you feel that way.
Again - artsy guy. Saxophone? Color guard? He's all for it.
He loves hearing you play. Though he was very embarrassed about it before you started dating. He'd just put his ear against the door to your room and listen without you knowing. A little weird, looking back on it..
He insists you play a tune for Karl every night because 'it helps him fall asleep'. Which.. isn't technically a lie, but the little guy could fall asleep in the middle of a warzone, so it doesn't say much. But it's the perfect excuse to hear you play!
Color guard is very interesting to him. Watching your performances captivates him. No matter how many people there are besides you, his focus is always fully on you.
Loud noises are not a problem when dating Poe. The only time he raises his voice is when he's trying to boast about his writing, but he knows that you don't appreciate that so he keeps it down for you.
Not the boasting, of course. You're his partner, of course you're the first one he goes to to brag! If you let him, that is.
Valentine's Day is today, which you'd think would be a good thing.
Thing is.. you're Poe's first partner. He does not have any experience in romance. He writes murder mysteries, not romance novels!!
Safe to say, he was scrambling for ideas about what to do.
"Get 'em some sweets and chocolate, that always works!"
"Money."
"U-Um.. flowers, maybe?"
All that advice sounded well and good, but.. would you actually like that? He didn't want to ruin Valentine's by getting you gifts you didn't even enjoy.
But then, he started thinking about things you told him a few days ago.
"Oh, this is beautiful.. poems are so romantic, don't you think?"
"Some flowers wouldn't hurt to have in here."
You were dropping hints because you knew he'd be indecisive and nervous. Thank god for that.
And so, he rushed to get you a big bouquet of your favourite flowers, your favourite kind of chocolate, then got to writing.
But then came the time to actually give it to you.
You stood before him, looking at him through an expectant gaze. "So.. what is it that you want to show me, Poe?"
He took a deep breath and pushed all his gifts into your hands. His head was turned down onto the floor instead of your way, and he fidgeted with his hands.
You were quiet for a moment too long, which was enough for him to think you didn't like it. So, he turned and was about to rush into his office, before he felt your hand gently grabbing his.
"Where are you going, Poe? This is lovely."
That made his heart skip a beat. "You really think so?"
"Of course!" You leaned up to plant a kiss on his cheek. "I love it."
His cheeks flushed and his lips curved into a small smile. "Ah, that's good.." he looked back at you.
"I love you, Poe."
Your smile made him feel such happiness. You looked so pretty, like a meadow full of blooming sunflowers.
"I love you too."
I considered Dazai as another option but uh. Poe stuck more in the end.
