hanchette
hanchette
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hanchette · 2 days ago
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cutting my fringe similar to zoe bc my friend says i lookie like her ehe ✌️😔
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hanchette · 2 days ago
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𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐉𝐀 ( kpop demon hunters )
a/n: stop saying they're a hear me out, I AM HEARING YOU OUT
consist of : fluff, gender neutral reader — soft moment w/ jinu
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"you're my soda pop, my little soda pop."
"that song again?"
entering the room with snack filled tray was jinu, a small smile blessing his face, there's a small tremble in the way he holds the brown wood—filled with a glass of grape juice with spherical ice filling them in with a straw, a miniscule little umbrella sits on top of it, resting oh so sweetly like a cherry on top of a cupcake. besides it was a classic cheesy noodles that jinu has lately been craving ever since he found out that they existed.
to be fair, you did introduced it to him and as soon as he tasted it, he almost cried in relief of how good it was. or maybe it was more on the cooking (how you did it) that took him kneeling on the floor gobsmacked with a delicious thump at how the flavours blend well—ahhh, he can be quite dramatic at times.
"yup, had me on a chokehold ever since I've heard of it, yanno?" you grinned, looking at him over your shoulder, teeth showing with an entertained look plastered on your face. shameless at admitting it.
your phone continues to ring out the melodies, the song in the background playing over and over again—saja boy's voice and visuals emitting from the little pad of device on your hands, the camera zooming in every now and then at romance, abby—jinu.
jinu shakes his head, placing the tray on the coffee table in front of your bed where you are laying on it sideways, just enough to get that position that melts your very bones to the best possible ways you can't tell, it's the kind that's enough to send you sighing in relief at how much you don't wanna move right now.
"i see, well i am glad you are enjoying it." he smiles, walking towards you before kneeling in front of you. you lowered your device, finally taking him in completely. hair as pure as the midnight sky with a smoldering look—was it? you couldn't tell, jinu just looks like he is seducing you at every second that you now put all of his expression on smoldering by default. dressed in casual navy blue button up shirt and khaki shorts, to top it off, he is wearing bunny slippers which were initially yours had you not messed up the sizes.
in the first place why not indicate that the shoe measures on the front of the page was placed not on your favour? that was just diabolical of the seller to not add the description.
"yes?" you questioned, blinking at him once you realized that you've been staring at him for a bit of the seconds there, but the handsome lad simply chuckled through his nose, short and sounds more like a snort.
"why obsess over it when i am right here." sure the words started with 'why' but the way jinu said it sounds more like a statement; asking you to place your attention fully on him.
once.
twice.
you blink at him owlishly, expression more of a deer in headlight or was it a busted headquarter where your braincells are clocking out? jinu himself, your boyfriend, is asking for your attention at this very moment. sure he does this sometimes, asking for your undivided attention but it was more on the indirect side. like how he'd distract you with your favorite treats, cuddles, gifts, but never upfront.
you could still vividly remember him taking your hand to place a small gift on your palms, it was a cute charm that you've yapped about once towards him. "like it?" to which you gushed and lunges at him in excitement.
"jinu."
"yea?"
"..."
his hand, previously resting on his knee now touches your cheek gingerly. "finally done admiring the saja boys?" he questioned, side eyeing your phone for a bit before his eyes turn back on you, eyebrow raised in question to which you realized you haven't answered.
"not yet." you rushed, thumb clicking the off button of your phone and silencing the echoing song out. "not yet, i haven't." you murmured, lost in the way he looks at you, the way he seems to capture your breath as he nears close.
his hand now caress your jaw before they crawl up to space to hold the back of your head, so sweetly and gently as he pulls you towards him. "so i see." he muses, voice just as low as yours, eyes holding yours in a lock, as if searching for a slight bit of hesitance despite how many times you've done it now.
jinu wasn't used to this, grief still shivers in his bones, guilt and resentment to himself, but for now, he can drown it out with the silence of whatever this is.
and soon, his lips is on yours.
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hanchette · 2 months ago
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𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘 ( your favorite character )
a/n: tadaima, okaeri, will be doing more angst in the future ( fulfilling my duties i abandoned )
consist of : angst, comfort, gender neutral reader — burnout
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There's a heavy atmosphere in the air, the door to his apartment opened and he knew instinctively who it was before he could even see. The hinges of the door opening in a familiar creak has him turning to greet.
But all he could see was the shiver in your gaze, tired and anxious, too many thoughts yet too empty to process anything.
There is no tears within, just the sight of how the world is coming to crash down on you into heavy loads—a boulder to a fall. Within three strides, he came to reach you just before your knees could turn into jelly, no longer can handle the weight of what you carry.
"Hey.." His voice is low, ushering you like a person walking on eggshells.
Hair disheveled from the running thought that claim your head over and over, skin blemished from the stress you kept on thinking and backpack hanging loosely over one arm. Face crumpling like you don't know whether to scream or to simply give up.
Then a quiet, small voice—your own.
"I.. I can't do this anymore."
You sank into his arms, grasping all that you could find, where your fingers could dig just to steady yourself, ground yourself. He cradles your head, fingers raking through your hair in a comforting manner.
"I got you, darl'." He comes to guide you to the sofa, bearing most of your weight as your eyes tremble, hazy with the unshed tears as the words keeps on continuously ringing inside your ears. "I got you."
It feels too much; the days you had to convince yourself that it's okay, maybe there's something at the edge of the storm. Just push through. You can do it! Those that you persistently believe are breaking down one by one at each and every slam that life gives you.
"I can't—" you choke through your own words, "Everyday, every night, I am plague by my own thoughts and worries. I study hard, yet all I get are mediocre grades that level me with none, because that's what is expected of me. I'm failing everything, working hard, but it is not good enough. My grades are failing— slipping! My parents compares me to other people, says I am not doing enough. How much do I need to do just so it can be enough? Why me? Why is it always me? I am doing all that I can and yet nothing I do is ever enough. What did I do wrong? Even my friends are turning their back at me, only coming to me for their own convenience.
You rant, voice shaking and words slipping, you don't know what you are saying anymore. "Am I really that easy to use? To replace? People say be kind, and good things will happen. I give my everything, I do my best, I sacrifice what I can, yet these—these keeps on happening. I'm so tired— I'm so tired I don't wanna do this anymore." There's something wretched that comes out of your heart, more and more words come and go. "I really am tired.." You wept, the tears came from not just one place, because it was a dam of things you've kept locked that is now bursting out without brake.
You gasped, words slipping faster and messier, "I have no room to breathe, no time to sleep—I have tasks that are due and yet everytime I try to start them, nothing goes through, my brain just shuts off. I don't wanna go home, it's just silence or scream and repeat, I try my best to explain, why I am like this, why I am tired, why— why,.. and yet all I get are insensitive comments to get over it because they're dealing with something worse. Welcome to the real world, like it's newsflash. Am I not allowed to rest? Must I always move? Am I lazy just for being overwhelmed?"
You paused, heaving as your fingers cling to his sleeves, "I'm so sick and tired, of explaining myself to friends and families who don't even care to ask me if I am okay. I'm trying to be enough, faking myself that everything is okay, I can do it just so I won't be a burden, but I can't—" you gasped, voice breaking again, "I can't keep on pretending."
"I want to rest, please, I want to rest.."
He didn’t interrupt. Not once. Just let you collapse into him, all the pain pouring out in between sobs and shattered sentences. His jaw was clenched, not in frustration, but in helplessness—because he could see it now. The cracks no one else noticed.
You’d been drowning in plain sight.
He pulled you tighter against his chest, his voice low but fierce.
“You’re not lazy. You’re not failing. You’re surviving a system designed to drain you. A world that asks too much and gives too little. No one should have to live in constant burnout just to feel worthy.”
You cried harder at that. Because it was true. And no one ever said it before.
“You’re expected to carry your grades, your family’s expectations, your social life, and your future like it’s all just... manageable. But they don’t see the late nights, the panic attacks over deadlines, the way your hands shake when you see unread emails from professors or that unread message from someone you wish still cared.”
He swallowed hard, brushing your hair from your face as your tears soaked into his shirt.
“You’re not broken. You’re exhausted. And you’ve been so strong for so long, no one realizes how much pain you’ve swallowed to keep from falling apart in front of them.”
You hiccuped a laugh—one that sounded like disbelief, but also relief. He tilted your face up gently, his eyes meeting yours—steady, unwavering, even as yours blurred with tears.
“Let go tonight,” he whispered. “Just for a little while. Let me carry the pieces. Let me be the one who doesn’t ask you to perform, to explain, to be okay.”
You were shivering in his arms, but for the first time in what felt like forever, you weren’t pretending.
And somehow, in his hold, with his steady heartbeat and his voice like a lighthouse in the storm, it didn’t feel like weakness.
It felt like surviving.
With someone who saw you.
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hanchette · 4 months ago
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there's something more beautiful than an obsessive loyalty type of love, one that goes "yes, i will do anything. for you." to a love so obscured that it's treated as loyalty and duty, unknown that they've already fallen.
when the two characters aren't aware of it being love, they're bound by their ideals and goals, believing they will and shall walk the same path—"i thought you were like me. i thought we shared the same goal, the aspirations—"
grasping at the last straws just to have that person by their side, their eyes filled with confusion, anger, desperation, the chair they're sitting on falling backwards as they slam their palm onto the table. "all this time, i thought we would walk the same path—so why?!"
There's rage, they don't even know why they care so much, why it is such a big deal that they're upset over the break up of thier relationship. until realization hits them.
they were desperate....
because all along, they loved them.
suddenly, all the itches, the annoying behavior and temperament, all the flaws—they've become blind to all of it—accepting that person for who they are and what they are.
under the pretense of 'trust', horror filled platonic trust, they unknowingly learned to love the person they're with.
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hanchette · 7 months ago
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the way i wanna write how men goes to ask いつも休みましょうか to yn but dk who is just ahdisjskaks maybe homicipher?
怪獣の八について書く …あ、でもう夏がまだいるない
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hanchette · 1 year ago
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𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈���𝐄 ( wind breaker characters )
a/n: i haven't written one in years haha, praying i still have bit of skill left in my arsenal WOOYAH
consist of : fluff, gender neutral reader, suggestive content, established relationship — how they make love to you (18+)
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𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀, you're at nearing the edge of the cliff, riding the high that knots in your belly tight and tight. briefly aware of how the noise is nothing but a ring in your head and the way your heart beats so fast could be heard. "still with me?" you could hear hiiragi from above you, rough hands cupping your cheeks to bring you back to him and yet the rhythm of his necklace that repeatedly hits your chin always tries to bring you back to paradise.
"beautiful." only praises could fall from his lips now, noting how your eyes are fluttering close, lips parted in the overwhelming tingles of your senses going haywire.
"'kay, t'is fine.." hiiragi breathes out, "i got you."
he got you indeed, arms bigger than yours pushing your legs forward until all you could do is claw at the velvety sheets and inhale the scent of hiiragi's cologne, the pace of his love fast but tender and loving as he helps your knees up, warm and rough hands under the inside of your knee until he pushes your thighs down, down, down until it reaches your chest and your head spiraling to another place. "i got you, y/n."
𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀, he's not loud, everything is like nothing but a simple void for takiishi, you can't even tell if he is enjoying the intimacy that you are sharing, but you know him better. atleast, enough.
takiishi breathes deeply, eyes trained on the connection that you two share, his arms propped on either side of your head, he's never been one to initiate things unless he has an agenda and yet today seems so different with the way he is stuck, just breathing, above you, his hair like a curtain from the outside world and it's just the two of you. "hah.."
you move, reaching to cup his cheek and directing him to look at you, his eyes on yours. takiishi allows you to, his gaze still as intimidatingly blank as ever but the crease between his brows tells you more—he's thinking. "chika?"
you're not given another opportunity to ask if he's alright, not when his hand is on your neck, pressing on it deep but not enough to knock you unconscious, your lips parting open in surprise until you feel his lips on yours.
"shut up." he talks, lips never parting from yours.
𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄, you can hear umemiya laughs lightly, sending the butterflies in your stomach to wake and flutter around. there's a sense of security in the room, your fingers intertwined with his, umemiya brings it towards his lips, pressing sweet chaste kisses on each knuckles, matching the movement of his hips.
"tell me if it's too much." he smiles at you, soft, warming, inviting, and making you feel so belong in his gaze.
there's no need to worry though, it'll never be too much, he is never too much.
you pull him closer, wanting, needing, more and more of him. maybe it is greed, a sin you've known to ever since you met umemiya, but how could you not? when he's... him.
"you close?" he leans down, until all you could feel is him, his breath on your ear, snd teh feeling of his hair tickles your skin, you don't even know if you nod to his question or not, but umemiya seems to know.
with gentle movements, he kisses you on the forehead with such tenderness, "go on then, angel, come for me."
𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎, you're no deity by any means, but each look that endo gives sends your brain reeling into a place where the heart could reach—the gaze that looks too dark but too soft, looking at something he isn't supposed to. your body dancing in a blaze of inferno but by the heavens does he makes you feel like you are in paradise. endo trails open mouth kisses pass every skin, leaving none to waste as he does, each curves are mapped and tainted by him.
fingers knowingly sending you into a delightful place that has you mewing and clutching at the sheets beneath you. "you like that huh?" he chuckles, darkly, breathing in every sounds you make.
"how cute." you don't know if it is derogatory or praising, with endo, you can never be too sure.
the sounds permits the air and the stink of love makes you dizzy, eyes in a haze of fog. "c'mon, we're still not done." you feel your thighs tighten, numbing as your head is thrown back, and yet his hand is unrelenting as he keeps on continuing to send you into overdrive.
"you still have more left." stamina—endo grinned, there's a glint of mad hunger in his eyes. "it feels good, yeah? I'll send you to heaven real quick." he may be the devil, but he makes you see heaven all together.
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hanchette · 1 year ago
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getting caught up in a serious situation, you're forced to watch a gang break some kid's nose and maybe a few facial bones too
the sounds and visuals too much, you squeeze your eyes shut and shove your face into Kaji's chest, your empathy a little too strong at the moment
Kaji doesn't move but does say a few choice words to the group behind you before he places his blaring headphones over your ears and his school jacket on top of your head, blocking your view
squeezing your upper arms and giving you a firm look, he dashes off with his friends, fists flying
you stay put, listening to the what you now realize is your playlist you've carefully curated on your favorite music app blasting in your ears
a few minutes pass and Kaji comes back in view, taking his jacket to put it back on and opening a new sucker for himself. he then pauses the music on his phone from the jacket and puts them around his neck so he can talk to you about what just happened.
his advisors happily trailing behind you and taking some sneaky photos of the two of you holding hands to send to the classroom group chat later
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hanchette · 1 year ago
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WINDBREAKER | i’d let the world burn for you
Synopsis ✰ which boys i think would relate to that song lyric “id let the world burn, id let the world burn for you” and why i do or don’t see it happening
Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Choji Tomiyama, Jo Togame
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Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩 -> okay hear me out. i see this being 50/50. i feel like Sakura is such a crash out at times especially when it involves you. this man will 100% crash out over you and bring hell on whoever hurts you. on the other hand… he is main character and is very heroic which is why i cant see him fulllyyyy resonating with this lyric. a hero simply cannot unleash hell onto everyone. but if its just targeted towards one individual he’s for sure going to jail for attempted murder. he’d most likely succeeded tbh so maybe not even attempted
Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩 -> yes. no doubt about it. HEAR ME OUT. i know he’s also a hero and he’s a leader so he shouldn’t sacrifice everything he has for just one person. BUT HE WILL ANYWAY. this man is ready to die on that hill if it means you’re safe. being in love and having someone be so dear to him brings out a whole new side to him. if it had been any other person, definitely not, he’d be more rational. however, since it’s you and he’s madly in love, he’ll 100% set the world on fire himself. Ume is ready to stand up for the ones he loves. no question about it, he’ll take extreme measures without hesitation.
Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩 -> okay. i want to say yes but in reality it’s like maybe 60%? i’m a helpless romantic and Suo is practically the definition of romantic so i like to believe he would for the plot. when Suo loves he loves hard and desperately. he’s the kind of man to sacrifice himself more than anything. he loves you like a bruno mars love song. yk grenade, the song, we all know it. that’s him. that’s just his song. he gives the vibe of sacrificing himself than the world for you.
Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩 -> …no. DONT HATE ME but i dont see it happening at all. i mean he’d most likely die for you and take a bullet for you and all that romantic stuff. BUT SACRIFICE THE WHOLE WORLD?? now that’s a bit extreme in his book. he loves you and would die for you. off topic but Nirei just gives me the vibe that he would want to be buried next to you so that way the two of you can find each other in every timeline <3
Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩 -> have you seen this man during his villain arc??? it’s a clear cut yes. this mf will actually kill someone with his own bear hands for you. he’d carry all the blood and taint himself if it meant you would be okay. he prioritizes you more than anyone else, so he will absolutely lose it over you. if anyone even had the audacity to put their hands on you. it’s game over. all that development he’s had and has worked on will vanish in less than a second. he’s the core definition of ‘0 to a 100 real quick’. it’s not even worth testing.
Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩 -> this song was made for him. literally his fucking song. hes made himself the bad guy before and he’ll do it again. especially for your sake. Togame might be a nice guy but dont ever mistake that for anything more. just because he can have a polite mouth doesn’t mean he won’t completely pummel someone into a state of oblivion just for making you uncomfortable. biggest crash out next to Sakura.
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hanchette · 1 year ago
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hanchette · 1 year ago
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suggestive content // mdni
togame having a fighting style that relies heavily on grappling has been on my mind for the past 24 hours, but chapter 117 really was the icing on the cake.
when you and jo togame first started dating, togame preferred to keep his delinquent past as far away from you as possible. perhaps it was selfish of him to do his best to keep that side of him under wraps, but when your presence delivered a respite he couldn’t find anywhere else, he decided that he would gladly shoulder the consequences if it meant keeping you by his side. you did not know of who he was before clashing with bofurin, and he intended to keep it that way. regardless, you were at least aware that he used to be shishitoren’s second–in–command, so you—and everyone else—knew that he had to be strong. choji would never appoint someone to such a prestigious position without the physical prowess to defend it.
ironically, from your perspective, togame is so relaxed and easygoing that you often forget that he’s eighty–one kilograms of sturdy, hard–packed muscle and one of the most formidable fighters on record. almost everything about him is unhurried, from the way he watches you through gentle eyes pooling with treacly, sticky–sweet admiration; to the way he ambles along behind you and lazily observes your surroundings while you walk ahead without a care in the world; to the syrupy drawl of his voice whenever he waves you down and calls out to you from afar.
well, it’s easy to forget until the feeling of toned muscle beneath your palms when he embraces or cuddles up to you snaps you back to reality.
it’s intriguing to you. he’s never been one to initiate play–fights, at most making lackadaisical grabs for you when you poke at him, or telling you that “you’re in for it later” just to flop on top of you when you’re laying in bed and nearly knock the wind out of your chest. you wonder what it would be like to face off against him—just with the safety net of knowing that he wouldn’t actually hurt you, of course. is it possible to topple him? would he be less likely to expect it from you? how strong is jo togame really? 
so, when you find togame sitting on his couch later that afternoon and try to tease and goad him into taking you on to see who’s stronger, he chuckles softly to himself, pensively tilting the bottle of ramune in his hand until the marble clinks softly against the glass. he knows what you’re doing. this isn’t the first time you’ve prodded at him in hopes of rousing him into action, only to then dissolve into giggles and yield when he starts tickling you or rushes to ensnare you in a bear hug. this is, however, the first time you’ve proposed that you can take him down.
he has half a mind to pull you down and convince you to cuddle with him, but as he leans back against the cushions and stretches his free arm over the back of the couch, he can’t help the lazy grin of interest that crosses his lips at the sight of you planted firmly between his spread legs and standing over him with a glint of a teasing challenge in your eye. 
he knows that any attempt of yours will be futile, but who is he to surrender the opportunity to have his hands all over you and feel you pressed up against him? who is he to miss the chance to see that flustered, dizzy look on your face when he sweeps you off your feet and pins you under him? yeah, he’s not an idiot. you’re a big girl, right? if you say you can handle him, then it would be rude of him not to take you seriously, right? of course. what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn’t? plus, he’s interested to see what you trying your best would look like.
so, with a small laugh, he accepts your offer. “okay, yeah. i’ll play with ya.” he tips the ramune bottle back to catch the remaining droplets before placing it on the coffee table. there’s a gleam of something dangerous—predatory, almost—in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine. “let’s see you give me a run for my money, doll.”
oh. oh no.
you watch in silence as togame rises from the couch and takes it upon himself to start shuffling furniture around to clear the area. your breath hitches when you watch him shove the couch out of his way without so much as a single crease of effort on his forehead, and doubt begins to trickle in when you watch him single–handedly lift an end table off the ground. okay, maybe he is pretty strong. maybe choji wasn’t exaggerating.
maybe this was not your best idea.
you take your position before him, only to freeze when you watch your boyfriend assume a wide, low stance that you’ve never seen before. he grins at you and rests his hands lightly on his knees, his body tense and humming with compressed energy as if he were preparing to pounce. his gaze is sharp and acute—taunting almost.  in one fell swoop, the drizzle of uncertainty intensifies into a flood that extinguishes the flame of enthusiasm that had been fueling your actions until now.
“oh, absolutely not.” laughter fizzes in your chest as the gravity of your underestimation finally starts to sink in, and you lift your hands in surrender to try to deter him. you’ve messed with him before, absolutely, but this is definitely different. now, he looks like he’s ready to eat you alive, and you’re not sure you have the stamina to endure whatever consequences you’re about to be subjected to. 
he chuckles and slides his hands up his thighs to prop himself up higher. “what? what’s the matter?”
“listen, i do not like the way you’re standing,” you take a step back and wrap your arms around your middle in a poor attempt at shielding yourself. “and quit looking at me like that!”
“like what?” he hums. he tilts his head ever so slightly, charcoal locks tumbling over half–lidded eyes, and you feel your cheeks grow warm. 
“like that!” you sputter. “like . . .”
“huh? can’t hear ya, doll. gonna have to come closer.” he teases, but you know better than to stray into his reach.
“no way.” you snort. “i don’t know what you’re doing, but i am not coming any closer. you—togame!”
your objection pitches into a squeal when togame abruptly shoots forward, slotting his shoulder into the bend of your waist and snaking his arms around your thighs. your vision spins as your feet are yanked off the ground and your stiff body is effectively tossed over togame’s right shoulder like a sack of potatoes. you hardly have time to process the shift before togame is slowly straightening into a standing position, leaving you staring wide–eyed at the floor and your fingers curled into the cotton material of his sweatshirt. 
“oh, my god!” your face feels even hotter than before, but you aren’t sure whether it’s because of your compromising situation or because your inverted position is causing blood to rush to your head. you resist the urge to struggle against him, fearing accidentally straining the muscles in his shoulder. “put me down! you’ll hurt your shoulder!”
“huh? you’re too quiet back there. like i said, if ya want me to hear ya, gotta speak up.” togame teases, and a coalescence of annoyance and embarrassment wrinkles your forehead. you consider pinching his waist, but you’d prefer to avoid getting accidentally dropped headfirst on solid ground if possible.
“you’re insufferable,” you grumble.
“maybe, but actually,” you jolt when the hand gripping your thigh slips upward, and calloused fingertips sink into the fat of your ass instead. “i think i might like you better like this. look real pretty.”
his brazen remarks send your heart spiking into an erratic rhythm, and for a moment, you struggle to string together a response. “hey, don’t—”
but, before you can finish speaking, your world is flipped on its axis once more. this time, togame is hoisting you up off his shoulder and tipping you backward, his free arm locked around your waist for support as he lowers your body to the ground as gently as possible. you gasp, clutching tightly at his shoulders for leverage until your back meets the floor; and even once it does, you’re reluctant to release him. 
you scowl up at him as he remains hovering over you, knees bent and hands planted on his thighs in a similar fashion to the stance that had initially deterred you. “wipe that stupid smile off your face,” you grumble, “i thought you were gonna drop me.”
“i would never.” togame grins. “and ya know what?”
“what?” you fold your arms over your chest.
he examines you thoughtfully, the tip of his tongue darting out to flick over his bottom lip. “i think i like you best like this.”
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hanchette · 1 year ago
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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ( wind breaker character togame )
a/n: i went to a hot spring and drew this, it's extremely short I don't have anything in mind but relaxing with jo
consist of : fluff, gender neutral reader, established relationship — onsen with togame
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𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎, who invites you out for the onsen, where the two of you are somehow lucky to be alone together—the last person has exited after the two of you, it is an onsen that's inclusive as well.
𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎, who places your towel neatly on your head when he sees it slipping down. "whoops, that was close, darl'." and throws you a lopsided grin.
𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎, "is it getting too hot for ya'?" guy when he touches your warm face, brushing his knuckles on your cheek.
𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎, who pokes at your side and shoulder to get you to look at him eye to eye—but how could you when his body is in front of you? he's toned, wide at the shoulder, back but not—wide. possessing a good body that always get you googling at. "what?" he knows, knows that you're looking, hand reaching to cover your eyes with a snicker, "stop starin', gonna make me all shy."
𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎, who takes your hand, asking for assurance if you're already too hot and need a break, his words mouthed on the palm of your hand, pressing sweet and chaste kisses on them. "you okay?"
𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎, who finished getting dress before you, waiting by the lobby with a bottled green tea as he's sitting on a bench, his yukata a perfect fit on him with the way you can see a window of his.. chest, "yo." he smiles when he catches sight of you.
𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎, brushing his wet hair back, yawning as he did so, "think you could help me dry this later?" he asks you, gesturing at his wet hair that's clinging on his skin.
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𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎, who pulls you outside, his geta clicking against the stone as you walk through the garden, his hand firm as he holds yours in his. "wanna show you something."
𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎, who brings you to a quaint little bridge, the lanterns are your only guide and the stars shining brightly in the night sky, the moon shining down on you.
𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐎, "the moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" and you know. you know it is.
omake : "where did you learn to say that?" "hm? ah, i saw it on your liked videos on your social media."
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hanchette · 1 year ago
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“wait! didn’t you hear..? ume-chan’s in a really bad mood..!”
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“haah..?” sakura’s lip curled in an ugly expression— you know, that one he usually makes when he’s annoyed or not pleased by something? suo told him that if he makes it enough, it’ll get stuck and he won’t have to worry about making such expressions anymore. “why. but what does it even matter?”
“it’s just a bit odd to see, right..?” nirei whispered, leaning over with a look of curiosity on his face as he reaches for the little carton of white milk at the table. “i wonder what’s going on..”
“umemiya is typically so outgoing that it’s almost kind of sickening.” suo’s voice is as soothing as ever, offering a closed eyed smile as if he didn’t say something that could be considered mildly insulting— sugishita was asleep a couple desks behind luckily enough. “i’m sure whatever it is might be pretty serious.”
“oh! ume-chan and (name) are fighting.” kiryu chimes in, his white earbud now in hand. “you didn’t see in the group chat? it’s all the talk this morning~ ♪”
“really? figures we didn’t see! sakura overslept this morning and we had to shake him awake.” nirei said in a matter of fact kind of tone— suo nodded with a smile.
“don’t blame me!” sakura barks, looking away with the nastiest little pout on his face. “i’m here, aren’t i?”
“trouble in paradise, hm? ume seems experienced enough to handle a bump or two.. but maybe he did something to really make (name) mad? i can’t imagine what though, they’re both like rays of sunshine.”
“sakura..? why are you blushing?”
“shut the hell up!”
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hiragi knew something was off that morning when umemiya walked onto the rooftop later than he usually does. he’s usually there earlier before anyone else. and today his radiant smile nowhere to be found and instead of his typical exuberant, over-the-top greetings, he offered a half-hearted nod before quickly taking a seat at one of the benches under the awning. weird, hiragi thought. very weird, and even more so that he hadn’t checked on his garden before doing anything else. hiragi notices the little things about his friend like how ume’s eyes seemed dim, as if weighed down by a burden— unusually into his phone. ume looked up and asked him for a favor.
when lunchtime came it was tsubakino who knew something was off when umemiya barely touched his lunch. he was normally the life of the party— ushering others to get their fill all while stuff his own face with mini sausages and spoonfuls of omurice. but umemiya’s silence was deafening at the table and it was painfully obvious that others were trying to overcompensate for the silence that’s usually filled in. umemiya’s absentmindedly pushing food around his plate, he’ll take a bite here and there— but again, he’s oddly engrossed in his phone. the rest of the members exchanged worried glances, this wasn’t like ume-chan at all.
poor sugishita. he’s stressed out— no, on the verge of having a complete meltdown by the time bofurin meets for an afternoon assembly. ume-chan has barely even said a hundred words today and he knows because he’s counted! sugi noticed how reserved ume seemed when he asked sugishita to take care of his gardening that day. he would have done that anyway, but the occasion just seemed.. strange. but ume never liked to assume anyone would anyone favors without being asked. hiragi’s making all the announcements at the assembly today, sugi noticed— and ume stood off to the side, arms crossed over his chest with a hardened but distant look on his face.
that evening sakura really got a taste of it for himself when he went looking for ume and couldn’t find at his usual spots. irritation is what sakura felt. not because he couldn’t find him, but because sakura was actually.. feeling.. some sort of.. interest or excitement about talking with ume! his brow twitched in agitation, fists balled up with a furious blush on his nose bridge and cheeks when he asked around. no one’s seen ume but sakura ends up stumbling upon him when entering a quiet little cafe he likes to go to at the end of town.
“ah. i said today, didn’t i.” ume knows, but it just completely slipped his mind. he told sakura he wantedto speak to him today. “i’m sorry, sakura. i’ve been thinking about a lot.”
“..whatever, don’t apologize..” sakura looked away, brows furrowed into a frown as he tried his best to hide the pink tint on his cheeks— a few seconds go by and he gets a glance in. oh yeah, this guy’s really fucked up about something. come to think out it, he looks like he didn’t sleep last night.
“what would you do if someone you loved didn’t want to speak to you?” the question is so sudden and catches the sweet boy beside him completely off guard.
“haaaaaah?!”
“i forgot you’re shy about these things.” a halfhearted chuckle escaped ume’s lips. “(name) and i.. we had a.. disagreement last night— she’s upset with me to say the least.”
“i don’t know much about.. girls or whatever but i do know when girls say they’re ‘fine’ or they ‘don’t want to talk to you’— means the opposite.” sakura mumbles— he’s talking but he’s busying himself with anything to try to avoid ume’s eyes, so he’s taken a sudden interest in the sugar holder. “she probably just wants to spend more time with you.. someone who cares a lot about someone else wouldn’t just say don’t talk to them unless they’re tryin’ to run ‘nd hide from the issue.”
so, that’s exactly what ume did when he found himself at your door step an hour later with all your favorite things: flowers, sweets, and a some hot takeout. when you opened the door you were greeted with his warm smile— an apologetic expression on his pretty features.
and when he asked to come in, you said yes.
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hanchette · 1 year ago
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sakura showing up to school late with bandages on his hands and his eyes red and swollen, looking like he was crying. now the entirety of class 1-1 is on edge cuz who the FUCK made sakura cry
but sakura is way too embarrassed to admit that kotoha dragged him into her kitchen and made him cut onions cuz she wanted to teach him how to cook meals for himself
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hanchette · 1 year ago
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tsubakiiii 🫶🏼
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hanchette · 1 year ago
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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒!
you recall a cute trend that happened years ago about offering your hand and someone placing their chin in your palm as a sign of affection. "how cute" you thought, and decided to try it with a few people you know . . .
featuring sakura haruka, kaji ren, and suo hayato!
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offering your hand palm side-up, you never spoke a word. his brows furrowed in curiosity but confusion more than anything.
" i ain't giving you money. " haruka huffed, looking away as you chuckled.
" i don't want that, " you clarified, " i want your face. "
he stared in horror before he finally allowed his brain to register what the hell you said. his cheeks burned and his eyes widened, " no way! you creep!" you noticed the way he slightly tensed but you stood your ground.
" its not like i'll hurt you, sakura-kun. " you explained, and he seethed in his spot. his eyes flickered from your sweet face, back down to your palm, then back up again!
he was obviously conflicted and he didn't understand why the hell you wanted his face to begin with! but . . . he finally took a step forward and closed the large gap he put between you both.
he leaned down and finally placed his chin in the pad of your hand before your fingers curled along his his cheeks. they burned as you held them, and you smiled sweetly.
" see? isn't this nice? " you asked, giving his cheeks a soft squeeze.
" shuddup! "
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offering your hand palm side-up before him, ren's eyes lifted from his phone without lifting his head. the music radiating from his headphones was deafening, but you knew better than to reach for them yourself.
he carefully looked over your hand; white stick of his sucker sticking from his lips as he held his phone single-handedly now. with his other hand, ren fished in his pocket before pulling something out and dropping it in your hand.
" THANKS. " he shouted, placing a bundle of wrappers in your hand before looking back down at his phone. you were entirely too amazed by how many damn wrappers he pulled out to even get upset!
squeezing the wrappers in your hand, you sighed in soft defeat before ren read your expression over while you weren't paying attention. sticking his phone in his pocket and leaving his hand in there, he pointed at your other hand.
the stick swirled from one corner to the next of his mouth as you looked down. "huh?" you mouthed before assuming he had more trash to hand to you. since your other hand was now full, you couldn't pile more onto it.
using your other hand, you lifted it and waited for more trash to be piled there but instead, ren placed his chin in your hand. you were shocked this was happening but tried to play it cool! still, you had a small blush on your face . . .
" ISN'T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED? " ren spoke loudly, dark grey eyes looking over your face, " USE YOUR WORDS NEXT TIME, IDIOT. "
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offering your hand palm side-up, you knew deep down hayato would ace this test! well . . . you surely hoped so.
hayato, with his hands behind his back, stood before you, offering his light and charming smile. the earrings he wore swayed as he uncrossed his hands and searched his pockets for something.
" ah, here it is! " he would announce, pulling out his smartphone and placing it into your hand. holding his phone in your hand, you quickly shook your head.
this act made him tilt his head, " oh? then perhaps . . ." he took his phone back and placed it on the nearest surface. he went back into his pockets, fetching his wallet and placing it in your hand.
" i would be glad to treat you to something nice. " he was so quick to offer his wallet!? you gasped, shaking your head even quicker than before as his lone eye would blink, " but i insist. it isn't a bother! " hayato watched as you now held the wallet with both hands, offering it back to him with desperation and your head hung low.
you felt awful holding his wallet like this!
hayato took his wallet back, placing it back into his pocket as he took a slight thinking pose. with his thumb and index finger holding onto his chin, he used his other hand to hold onto his elbow -- arm pressed against his torso.
he began to think and you straightened yourself up and offered your hand once more.
" ah, its a dance you want then! " hayato finalized, letting his arms fall from their previous position with a gleam in his eyes, " i should have known! how silly of me, forgive me! " reaching over, he took your hand into his, pulling you into his chest.
" are you light on your feet? " he asked, his other hand respectfully resting on the small of your back. suddenly you felt yourself combust, cheeks flourishing as you began to speak nonsense. you were quite literally short-circuiting, and hayato blinked innocently.
eventually, he pulled away and you placed your hands against your burning cheeks.
" you're a fun tease, almost as fun as sakura-kun! " suo admitted softly and gave you space to ease your panic. " am i forgiven? " now it was his turn to offer his hand to you and you didn't seem to notice the contradictory in your actions!
you took his hand and suo leaned forward in a small bow before kissing the back of your hand. with his other arm tucked behind his back, his maroon-colored eye admiring you from his lower position.
straightening up, suo flipped your hand palm-side up before placing his chin into it.
" you . . ! you knew this is what i wanted all along! " you screeched.
" huh? i'm afraid i'm not following, reader-chan. "
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thank you for reading! might do a part two, if so let me know what characters you'd want me to do! or any other hcs you'd like (for example, something with hurt/comfort, asking the reader out, etc!) also might be open to doing one-shots if requested!
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hanchette · 1 year ago
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Hello! I was wondering on your rules when it comes to requesting
i don't have any rules as long as it's sfw 🙌 that and the maximum characters that can be requested are 4 😅
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hanchette · 1 year ago
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you just lost the game
narumi gen / gn!spouse!reader
synopsis : he’s made a recent discovery that for some reason, when you're the one doing his gacha pulls, his account wins the 50/50, so of course he's gonna abuse your luck for all it's worth.
content : only crack, gender neutral reader, reader works in jakdf, jenshin = genshin btw, narumi should have his own warning, narumi and reader are married (to the chagrin of the defence force), brief mentions of gambling, brief mentions of divorce.
words : 1k
a/n : sorry if you expected longer lol, think of this as a lil warm up before we really get into this series. also apologies for the one day delay, i came home from a surprise bottomless brunch and ahahaha...... i think we all can imagine how that ended up....
part one of 'a cheers to our youth'
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It’s not until the time reaches two-thirty in the afternoon do you think to yourself that maybe it will be another peaceful day in Japan.
That is until rapid thumping of footsteps can be heard making their way to the Operations Room before someone slams both of the doors open, almost hitting a few operators that were unfortunate enough to be going on their break.
It was Captain Narumi Gen of the First Division in all his... very sweaty glory.
Hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, he’s frantic in the way that he repeatedly yells for your name and demands where you are.
Something in the pit of your stomach is telling you that something is wrong. But for some reason, it’s not the familiarity of dread that twists your insides with foreboding.
Something is definitely up.
You make your presence known and stand in front of him, hands in your lab coat pockets as you watch Narumi gasp for air, his back hunched over and hands on knees. You look down at him with a side eye, there is no way that one of the top protectors of Japan is out of breath running from where you assume is his 'claimed room' in HQ to Operations.
He grabs your shoulders with the kind of desperation that makes something crawl up your spine. "Thank God you're here!"
Okay, maybe this idiot is actually being serious for once.
"Is there an emergency meeting that we need to attend?” You shift his weight so that he has his right arm slung around the back of your neck.
You're rubbing soothing circles up and down his spine and he shakes his head for a no. By now, the entire room is listening in on the conversation.
“A kaiju attack that our sensors haven't picked up? Infiltration of the base? What's the damage? C'mon, work with me here, Stupid."
"Even worse..."
Narumi finally lifts his head up to look at you, red eyes peaking through his black and silver bangs. Anticipation rises and someone in the room gulps loudly.
You hope that the General Commander has sent out a few platoons already to assess the problem.
Has a kaiju alarm been sent out already? Are the civilians going to be okay? Why is this dumbass not changing into his-
"This limited character in Jenshin is leaving in five minutes, I need you to do my pulls for me!"
Narumi pulls his phone out of his pocket and shoves it right in your face.
"...What?"
You smack his arm away so that you don't go cross-eyed and you can only stare at the screen in disbelief.
He flicks some of his hair back. "Y'see, thanks to my spectacular observation skills and analytic abilities..."
As per usual, you drown him out.
There is no way that this guy is being genuine right now.
There is no way he barged in here just to gamble, on company time, no less.
"...coincides with the times that you do my pulls..."
You look away from the screen to observe him.
Narumi is animatedly flapping his free arm around like those inflatable tube men outside car dealerships, while the other keeps the phone steady.
"...not a coincidence, therefore you, my dearest..."
You look back at the phone.
The game character is staring at you, hauntingly.
He's being dead serious.
"...extremely lucky!"
Your eye twitches and you grit your teeth. 'This guy sure does love listening to the sound of his own voice...'
Next thing you know, his phone finds its way to the palms of your hands, and him ushering for you to start.
Still too flabbergasted, too appalled, too dismayed to even comprehend what you were doing, your finger mindlessly presses a button that says '10x Draws', and a golden glow flashbangs your vision.
Is this what your life has come to now?
Being used, being taken advantage of, all for your luck?
Narumi takes the phone back and sends you a triumphant look, as if he didn't just send all personnel in the room into a crippling mental spiral a few seconds ago, and is quick to gaze admiringly at the new character displayed on his screen, as if hyper focused.
"Thanks, Babe. You're a real life saver, y'know?"
It infuriates you how he sounds giddy, but you don't say that aloud, deciding to stew in your internal displeasure.
You mirror his smile and Narumi stays none the wiser to the flashing images behind your eyes of the numerous ways you can dispose of his body.
"See, this is why it's so great being married to someone as lucky as you. Pfft, and those old geezers say marriage is hard." At that moment, as if some higher being wanted to personally laugh in your face, Narumi readjusts his grip on his device and his wedding band shines from reflected light coming from the control monitors .
Your own ring burns at the realisation: you're legally stuck with that for the foreseeable future.
s n a p .
("I'm not the only one that heard that, right?" "Did that sound come from the Head?" "Nah, I definitely heard something too." "If Captain doesn't leave now, Head is gonna force us to help them erase the evidence...")
"Anyways, imma bounce. Gotta grind out the rest of their weapon mats." He carelessly throws up a peace sign without so much as a glance at anybody else, let alone you, and the operations room stays quiet when their Captain leaves with a newfound skip to his step, whistling in tune with the game's music.
Everyone watches on as you take a few deep breaths and walk back to your control panel, landing harshly into your swivel chair with your brows furrowed and a frown that could rival the General Commander's.
Those close enough can hear your muttered curses, "I'll show him. 'Japan's Strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant', to hell with that! I'll show how hard marriage can really be. 'Another peaceful day in Japan', I should have kept my damn mouth shut."
Your fingers type against the keyboard with a new-found aggression, and soon enough, documents are displayed on the big screen of your monitor. They read 'Divorce Application and Proceedings', in bold font.
'Good luck, Captain Narumi,' the operators all think in unison.
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