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Don’t trust people who aren’t out of breath by walking up the stairs in their school

Artem Wing and Artem Wingwoman

bonten online meeting (real) (not clickbait)

tw. loud noises, please lower your volume

baji is pretty but gross IK that man has a million icks

i’m finna get disrespectful.

tw: milo getting in baji’s ass.

baji keisuke is one dirty ass person. first of all, i have a feeling he sniffs his boxers to rewear them.. even after a fucking fight.

second, you know when guys get mad to the point they’re swinging at the air? him. ik he’s slipped and busted his ass in the shower and tried to grab onto the water, something, cheeks clenched with a growl leaving his lips bruh

third, he picks at his toenails. sorry not sorry. he’ll sit on the edge of the bed, scrolling through whatever while his other hand is picking at his toes.

finally, his pillow smells. he doesn’t wash his pillowcase and he drools all fucking night long so now he’s sleeping on a germ infested pillow that smells like morning breath.

i love baji though that’s my bae fr

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If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

I Wanna Hold Your Hand: HanKisa

Summary: Shuji Hanma was stumped. It had been nearly a week since he had started his grand plan of Getting Tetta Kisaki to Hold My Hand. However, he’d struck out several times already.

Tags/Info: Hand holding, Fluff, Smoking, Swearing, Food

WC: 893

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The way your writing is so fucking good?? It’s such a joy to read and you have such a distinct style that has me straight up kicking my feet :’)

I saw in your bio that requests are open, have you ever considered… reader getting hurt somewhere far from civilisation and Leon running himself absolutely ragged trying to get them help? Just holding them so tightly, running until his heart feels like it’s about to burst because he just needs them to be okay, I feel like he would stop at nothing to keep from losing the people he loves, ya know?

Anyway, hope you have a great day! <3

thank u so much aaaa <3333!!!! im feelin sad and devious so have fun with this one!!!

warning: angst, blood mention, death

Leon can’t remember the last time he cried.

He’s lived through suffering and destruction and death, and pieces of those memories still reside within him as little fragments of glass that puncture and tear and burrow. He’s tried to move on, to grit his teeth and bear the pain, but it always comes back. Always worse than last time.

You bleed a dark pool into the patch of grass you had collapsed upon. Touching your chest leaves his hands slick and sticky. The knees of his pants stain.

He radios in to HQ, calls for evacuation, medevac, help. The line statics. The BSAA soldiers are miles away by now.

It was supposed to be a cleanup, a simple job, and now you’re dying.

He doesn’t think straight. He can’t now. He loves you, and you’re dying, and he’s failed everyone he’s ever cared about.

As he strips off your gear, he thinks of Raccoon City. As he cuts away your shirt, he thinks of his parents.

Who does he have left? Who, besides you?

He whispers things (I love you, stay with me, it’s alright, I love you, don’t leave me, I love you), and you’re choking. Trying to speak. The light drains from your eyes and still, you cup a chilled, wet hand over his jaw.

“‘m okay,” you say, hoarse and choked-out. So weak. Weak and pallid and he’s never felt so helpless in his entire fucking life.

The blood won’t stop. He recalls his training and second-natures the first-aid steps, but the smell of iron makes him nauseous and your weakening grip on his shirt rips away his reason.

He picks you up, and he runs.

If he remembers right—please let him remember right—Delta team heads west. He can reach them. He can reach them and the medic they travel with. They’ll patch you up and call for medevac and you’ll survive.

He can’t fail you. Not again. Not like the others.

The path is uneven, and stray branches catch his clothes, and his lungs heave to the point of bursting, and he might collapse soon. You might die.

But he’s stubborn and strong-willed, and he has to see things through to the end.

That’s what I love most about you. He remembers the way you had smiled, all toothy and jesting. Smeared head-to-toe with dirt after following him to the ends of the earth, after crawling into a collapsed bunker owned by some retired Umbrella scientist to save him. Maybe you could be a little more careful about it, though.

The moment he realized he loved you.

It terrified him at first. Becoming soft again, tender-hearted, lovesick.

Later, when you said you loved him, when he admitted his own secret, when he kissed you in the quiet shadows of that warehouse, he knew he was done for.

His knees buckle, and he collapses. Mud seeps through his pants, chills down to bone, but he never lets you go.

The comms still ring with static. 

Delta team is nowhere to be found.

Your body rests limp against his chest. The blood has stopped, now thick and half-dried on his skin. On yours.

He stares down at you. At the ash of your complexion. At the glassy eyes, void of light, wide-open, fixed to a point just over his shoulder. When he tilts your chin, skin cold against his fingers, your unbroken gaze follows.

Already, he misses their color. The starshine when you looked at him. The wrinkle of your brow when you grew angry. The scrunch of your face when you smiled.

Already, he speaks of you in past tense. 

Your chest never expands again. Your heart never thumps beneath his palm. There’s no pulse—he checks three places three different times.

The comms spark to life with a message from HQ. Bird on standby, Delta team half a mile due west. Respond… respond… Respond.

He looks down at you—you, who believed in him, who taught him what love felt like, who followed him to the ends of the earth—now a corpse, another failing, another memory of jagged edges and broken glass.

And he cries.

K-On walked so that Bocchi could...

...so that Bocchi could do whatever the hell all this is

I've finally found it, thank you for writing baal i love him sm <3

Hii, I seen you were talking requests for unholy blood and I got excited!, my friend has been looking all over for fics for this webtoon so I wanted to request something for her!. would you be able to do a friends to lovers with Baal , he's one of her favorite characters <3 im not sure if u do name inserts or y/ns but if you do allow name inserts hers is Nyx! thank you!! so much!

hey there! I don't really have a problem with name inserts but since there is little to no content on Unholy Blood, I thought it would be better to do a reader insert for anyone who is looking for fics as well (although I tried not to mention "y/n" either). I hope it's okay, thank you so much for your request!!<3 I love Baal

Pairing: Unholy blood Baal x reader.

Warnings: Very slight spoilers of the ending.

Friends to lovers with Baal:

You actually met Baal before he became a vampire.

You had agreed to go to this magic show with your friend.

Ya'll had just finished all of your scheduled exams and you figured that you really needed a break.

Normally, you would go drinking or partying at the red bomb club since it was what all the other students did.

But your friend had insisted on going to the new magic show everyone was talking about.

Magicians and all of that stuff wasn't really your thing but you didn't have anything better to do.

You couldn´t quite comprehend where the hype for this show was coming from. Especially all these young people interested on it.

Wasn't this type of thing for families with little kids? Or for old people?

Anyways. You were already there so it was better to try to enjoy it a bit.

And oh boy...

It was amazing.

You had never seen anything like it! It wasn't like all those magic shows where you can clearly see or undertand the trick behind it.

It was truly incredible. Everything seemed impossible to achieve, and yet, the magician acted as if he could do it with his eyes closed. As if it was nothing.

You had never been more impressed with anything in your entire life.

So when the show ended, you just needed to tell this surreal person hoy much you liked it.

You approached the charismatic magician when some girls who asked for his autograph were leaving.

"Excuse me! I just wanted to say that that was absolutely incredible. The way you made a whole ass table disappear? Wow."

And before you realized it, you were babbling in front of this complete stranger.

The magician looked at you with great intrigue in his eyes.

He honestly thought it was very funny how freaked out you were and he figured that you probably didn't come to this type of shows often.

You seemed genuinely impressed.

Baal wasn't fond of people. In fact, he didn't like people one bit.

But, for the first time in his life, there was someone who was being nice to him.

Sure, he had people asking for autographs and pictures but they usually just approached him for that. Never to rant about the whole act like you did.

So he invited you to come to his next show.

And of course you wouldn't miss it for anything in the world.

So you went once more and you were just as stunned as the last time.

And he invited you to the next, and the next, and the next.

Before he knew it, Baal realized that he had a friend... For the first time ever.

You wouldn't miss on any show and at some point you guys started hanging out after each of them.

You knew how they treated Baal at work.

He couldn't hide it. He would always have new bruises that you always ended up tending to.

Not that you minded, you were just worried about him.

But he insisted that he was fine.

Sometimes you would have some free time from school and you would help him prepare for his tricks.

Well, you would play with Daniel while Baal prepared his show far away from you.

He said that it would be unprofessional to reveal his tricks to you.

But in truth, he loved how impressed you always were and he didn't want to ruin that by revealing you his secrets.

Suddenly, and completely out of nowhere, Baal just disappeared for a whole week. You had seen in the news that the theater he worked at had burnt and you tried to locate him for days.

You had never been more worried in your entire life.

That was when he was turned into a vampire.

He was completely devastated.

And not even by the fact that he had been turned into what he considered a monster.

But by the fact that he only had five years left to live, which meant, only five years left to be with you.

He trusted you so much that he wasn't afraid of telling you that he was a vampire. He just couldn't face the fact that you were going to be absolutely shattered when you found out.

And when he finally gathered the courage to tell you, you were.

It was so unfair! he was a good person, he didn't deserve this.

But Baal wasn't going to give up that easily.

He was going to save daniel from the fact that now he also had five years left, and he was going to stay with you.

He had heard rumors.

Stories about vampires living for more than five years.

He just had to become an Angel of death.

It took him a while.

He did many things he wasn't proud of.

But he made it. He was an angel of death now. He got himself 50 more years to live.

But there was a problem.

What he expected to be the only way to be near you, turned exactly into what was going to get you away from him.

He had earned himself a lot of enemies, a lot of people who wanted him death.

He was surrounded by the biggest scumbags of the country and he knew it wasn't fair to put you at risk.

So he got away from you.

No more calls, or late night walks... Nothing.

You were devastated. You feared that something might have happened to him.

He accepted the idea of never being able to tell you how he felt about you. To tell you that he loved you.

He had realized it a while ago.

He had once decided to make you dinner himself since he didn't have a lot of money to treat you to a restaurant.

You had already finnished your meal and after long minutes of you praising his cooking skills, which he adored, You stood up and went to look out the window.

The windows on the old auditory were quite big, with some space at the bottom where one could sit or put things on.

You sat there, telling him about something related to one of your assignatures. He doesn't know what though, he wasn't listening anymore.

He was lost, seeing how the lights of the street illuminated your face during the silent night.

And he realized that you weren't like him.

You had a family, lots of friends, things you could be doing, parties you were probably invited to but declined because, for some reason, you decided to be in that musty theater with him.

And as the wind subtly brushed away the hair from your face, he realized that this, this view, was everything he wanted to see for the rest of his life.

He didn't need anything more.

You laughing at all of his jokes, helping him with Daniel, babbling about everything you liked. Him. That was it.

But of course, now, he wouldn't be able to tell you that.

Or so he tought.

After years since the last time he had talked to you, he met Hayan.

And for the first time in a while, he felt hope.

This girl was slaying Angels of death as if they were nothing.

And she was clearly stronger than "God."

If she defeated him, he could be free! He could be with you without putting you at risk. He could save Daniel.

But not everything went as planned.

When things with Daniel started to get rough, he decided it was time to look for you.

He needed someone by his side in a moment like this, and now, he would only have you.

He also figured you would want to say goodbye to the noble lion.

During his time as an Angel of death, Baal never lost track of you. He knew what you were doing, where you lived, what was going on in your life.

He wanted to make sure you were okay.

Honestly, he expected you to close the door right on his face for leaving you for so long.

But that was not the case. You jumped right at him.

You had spent all these years worried about him, it made him feel very guilty but he knew it had been for the best.

But you were so happy to see him, you were even babbling... Again.

Telling him all of the things you thought that had happened to him, and answering your own questions before he could.

You did say goodbye to Daniel and you accompanied Baal during his loss. It was just the three of you. Just like in the old times.

Time went on, and Hayan finally defeated Yohan.

He realized he had no idea what he was going to do with his life, but he had one thing very clear.

He wasn't going to let you go again.

It took him a long time to fix his mistakes an make up for all the lost time and pain he caused you.

But he managed to get your trust back and suddenly, you two were just as close as you used to be.

Exept that everything was different now. Now he could tell you how much he loved you. How he never stopped loving you.

Now, Baal is very cocky. So I would be lying if I told you that he was surprised when you told him that you loved him too.

He was not.

He already knew that.

How could anyone not love him? He is enchanting!

However, that doesn't mean he wasn't incredibly happy to hear you say it.

And most importantly, you finally were together.

Baal decided to go back to his old days as a magician for good.

Especially now that his favourite fan was by his side again.

There is A LOT of teasing from Euntae towards you two.

Baal will never admit it and neither will Euntae but they are the closest thing each other has to a best friend.

Hayan and you are definitely besties and not afraid to say it.

Double dates.

Euntae and Baal get competitive over the most stupid things.

"The other day, Hayan asked me to change a light bulb and I did it in 3 minutes. Easiest thing ever."

"Yeah? I have been changing light bulbs since I was 5. I could do it in 2 minutes."

And Hayan and you are just sitting there like 👁️👁️.

"Who changes light bulbs since they were 5?"

Overall he is a great guy.

And he is trying to compensate for all he did while he worked for Yohan.

Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

A true romantic.

Wakes you up with breakfast in bed and flowers.

"What would you like for dinner, love?"

you could ask him to make you the most difficult dish in the world, and he would.

Sometimes you feel a bit guilty because he only cooks for you, obviously.

So you sit there with your fancy dish while he's just there watching you eat.

Grinning like an idiot.

He isn't perfect though.

He makes a lot of inappropriate comments in public.

And of course, in private.

But you actually secretly like it. You just won't tell him because you know those comments would exponentially increase.

Lots of gifts.

He wasn't able to afford things back when you met him but he sure as hell can now.

He is more of a compulsive buyer than you.

He is a simple man. He sees a dress, he likes it, he buys it.

Immaculate taste *cheff kiss*

He always smells like expensive cologne and you love it.

He says "I love you" all the time, sometimes he even blows kisses at you when he ends a show.

The whole audience think it's for them tho.

He would do anything for you.

He spent half of his life thinking he didn't have a family and the other half thinking he didn't deserve one.

It took him a long time to realize that he had one for a while, and now that he got it back, he is not letting go.

I was extremely unsure on wether to mention Daniel's death or not because I feel like he might be alive but if that's the case I'll just edit it. This was super fun to write, honestly! Never enough of Baal.

Happy Birthday, Diluc!

Thank you for your gift, it's beautifully packaged. That's very kind of you.

Things are pretty quiet at the Guild today. I'm not sure if it happens to be an idle day or if they set aside the day for me.

Well, let's go then. It happens to be the fresh fruit season and there is a beverage recipe I would like to try. Please do me the honor and join me for a drink. What you think always matters to me.