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“One of your alters doesn’t like me!”
My dude some of my alters don’t like ME. You ain’t special.
“If you wish me to bear it, then defend me, and my children.”
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“Becoming too emotionally attached to pick a side in the war. My indecisiveness led to my crew’s demise. I may not have killed them, but I turned them to the path that sent them to an early grave. Trouble is, would I make it right again?
…I would gain my crew back, however, if I did, I would have never met Pharma if I had them back in my life. Turning back the clock to fix it would mean giving up my Conjunx,,, I- I,, I couldn’t do that.”
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To Kirk’s (welcome) surprise, Spock is sometimes even more handsy than he is
Touch me, please.
└ Pairing. Bonten!Manjiro Sano.
└ Summary. Touch starved Bonten Mikey who has the biggest crush on the softest baker girl.
└ Word count. 2.6K.
└ Warnings. Cursing, slight violence, mention of killing.
└ Note. I tried with everything I got to do it as much as the requester wanted but since it was too detailed I kind of got lost. I’m sorry.
Request.
Mikey has always had people that fought for him, even if he’s more than capable to do so himself. Being the leader of Bonten is no different with this, aside from the fact that now they’re a Yakuza level gang, which means they don’t indulge in silly fights. Not when Sanzu likes to use weapons so much, and Mikey lets him every time.
But, today he wanted to test something, he wants to see if he can still get the same adrenaline by fighting that he used to get when he was a child. That’s why he decided to fight a bunch of his members at the same time, with the condition that they could go all out on him without the threat of being kicked out of the gang. His executives couldn’t get into the fight either.
After getting punched and punching for a whole hour, Kakucho stopped the fight, not caring about the repercussions of going against his leader. Sanzu, worried too, helps Kakucho to stop the brawl their childish leader had initiated.
“Y’all are fired.” Mikey says with a chuckle.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk.” Kakucho grunts, tired of being the only mature one.
Mikey stops in his tracks when a sweet smell gets into his nostrils. He closes his eyes and smiles.
“I wanna eat that. Now.” He says in his usual cold tone.
With the help of his members, he walks till he finds the bakery and without thinking twice he enters, forgetting he’s all bloody. The small number of people that were there jumped out of their seats and out of the small shop. After a couple seconds you come from the back.
He stops walking, watching you expressionless. Truth is, he’s starstruck, you were here all this time? Was this bakery here all the time? Did he miss the opportunity of seeing this angel because of his laziness and making Sanzu drive him everywhere? Oh damn.
“Two muffins and three chocolate chips to… go.” Your voice gets smaller when you see around and note that it is empty, you raise your eyebrows, already used to this. “And it happens again.”
“We’ll take the order.” Mikey says out of nowhere because fucking hell, the disappointment in your face is making him feel things.
You look at him with a smile and then your smile drops, he sighs, knowing that you’re about to tell him to get the hell out of your shop with his murderer and dirty hands.
“Oh my God! Sir? Sir you’re bleeding!” You run to him. Kakucho and Sanzu, knowing that it’s almost impossible for you to be a threat to their leader since you don’t even seem to know who he is, let you get closer. “Come! come! Let me clean you up!”
Mikey nods, letting you take his hand and drag him to a table in a corner, you run behind the counter and come back with a first aid kit, then you take a chair and sit in front of him, between his legs, close.
“Wait outside.” He murmurs and just like that, he’s alone with you.
“I-I… Did you got jumped? Did you see their faces? You want to call the police?” You murmur with a worried face and start to get the things to clean the blood. He smiles.
“Yes, I got jumped. Yes, I saw their faces. No, I can’t call the police.” He answers you and you nod. He doesn’t make any face or sounds when you start to rub alcohol on his cuts.
“Oh, you started it then?” You ask him. “You can alway not answer if you don’t—,”
“Yes, I started it.” He murmurs, and you nod again.
“But, still, fighting in a group with one person is not right.” You shake your head. You take his face in your hands and he closes his eyes, enjoying the touch. “Look at me and follow my finger, please.”
When he does and you check that he’s okay you stand up and go to the back of the shop again, when you come back you have a shirt in your hand. You look at your feet.
“Mhm, my shop hasn’t been open for that long but I made some shirts with the logo so my partner could wear them… we took different paths so I have some.” You explain to him. “I think this one would fit you. You can change in my office.”
He looks at you for a couple seconds before giving you a smirk. He takes the shirt and walks where you showed him. When he comes back, more decent now, you are behind the counter humming a melody while preparing several cups of coffee. He sits at one of the chairs and you slide him a plate with the muffins and the cookies from before.
“They’re still fresh.” You tell him and then point to two of the cups. “Those are for your friends that helped you come here, can you call them?”
“Sanzu!” He shouts, not too loud since he knows Sanzu is just behind the door. When the pink haired guy shows his face Mikey nods. “C’mere with Kakucho.”
“Here, gentlemen.” You say softly, giving each man their cup. They take it, surprised. “The house is inviting.”
“You really don’t know who we are, do you?” Sanzu smirks and Kakucho pinches his side.
“Let’s wait outside.” Kakucho mumbles and bows to you. “Thank you, miss.”
After they are outside you look at the man still sitting at one of your chairs.
“Uhm, are you like an important person or something? I feel kind of dumb for not being able to recognize you.” You confess to him but he just shakes his head while chuckling.
“It’s not an obligation to know who I am, he just can’t keep his mouth shut about us.” You nod. “Name’s Mikey, I’m the leader of Bonten.”
You look at him expressionless and all he could think of is how long would it take for you to throw at his face the coffee you’re holding.
“Bonten as in… the gang? The big dangerous gang?” You ask in disbelief and he just nods slowly. “Oh.”
He tilts his head to the side, waiting. Suddenly you shake your head softly and give him your hand to shake.
“I’m sorry, I got distracted at the news, name’s Y/N, nice to meet you, Mikey.” You say and he takes your hand and leans to kiss it.
“You’re not scared.” He says, a confirmation, not a question.
“I am, but I can’t stop thinking at the fact that I didn’t recognize you or your frien… they work for you, right?” He nods and you groan. “My God, I live under a rock.”
“You’re… like fresh air.” He says in a low tone and you smile.
“You’re here already, I can’t do anything about it.” You shrug and bend down to look for something on the bunch of desserts that were on display.
“Do you want me to get out?” He asks you, you hum in disapproval.
“No, why would I want that? At least you haven’t left my desserts there like it’s a plague.” He frowns at that.
“What do you mean?” He gets comfy on the chair, drinking the coffee you made for him. “I’m falling in love with everything I’m trying.”
“People tend to come and order something but then make a big scene, talking about me getting the order wrong, and I had no choice but to make the “right” order, I’ve been losing money.” You say. “And in the first week my ex came making some drama so right from the start I don’t have a good image for clients.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll work on that, yeah?” He gives you a small smile and you give him a big one. You give him your hand to shake again and he can’t help but to be pleased at the fact that apparently you like skinship.
“So, friends, Mikey?” You tell him happily.
“Call me Manjiro, and yes… friends.” For now he wants to say but doesn’t dare to do it.
A whole month has passed and he confirmed his suspicions long ago; you adore skinship, your love language must definitely be touching. After the day he met you, he comes every day to your shop and every single time you walk around the counter just to give him a friendly hug. At first, he was kind of stiff, not remembering what it felt like to be touched so genuinely, but later he couldn’t stop himself from surrounding you with his arms and tightening his grip softly.
After that day you’re happier, the reason? You have more clients!! What he doesn’t tell you? Those are his men, business partners, girlfriends of his men. He made sure everybody knew where you’re located.
“Come! Come!” You drag him to the back of the store. “You need to try this.”
“What is it, love?” He asks you in a relaxed tone.
“Red velvet cake, I have been learning how to make it but I’m not that confident to put it on display…” You say shyly, he hums while caressing your back.
You take some with a fork and feed him, he closes his eyes and groans.
“This is so good…” He tells you and you jump excitedly.
“Yaay! Finally I got it right!” You were doing a happy dance while he was watching you with a love-drunk face.
“I like you.” He says out of nowhere and you stop dancing. You laugh.
“I know.” You whisper when he puts a hand on your waist and pulls you to his chest. You put your hands flat on his chest. “What are you gonna do about it?”
“Oh?” He mocks with a small smile and you giggle, letting your forehead touch his chest. “That’s easy, I’m going to—,”
A commotion interrupts him, but he is not mad. All he needed was to know that his feelings were reciprocated.
When you both get to the front your ex is on his knees in the middle of your shop, with Ran behind him, all dressed up in his expensive suit and a baton on his hand.
“Y-Y/N? W-What is this?” Your ex asks when he sees you, but you’re looking at Ran.
“Ran… Are you okay?” You ask, worried and Mikey behind you is smiling like he won the lottery, a stranger is on the floor with blood on his head and you’re asking Ran if he’s okay?
“Oh, yes, yes, of course I am, princess.” Ran smiles at you. “This… stranger tried to spray the windows but got caught by me and my brother when we were getting here to try your new cake.”
You look at the ceiling and then turn around to hide on Mikey’s chest, his hands instantly surrounding you.
“That’s my ex.” You whisper softly to Mikey.
“That’s her ex.” Mikey says out loud without missing a beat.
Rindou stands up from the chair he was comfortably sitting on.
“Who the fuck raised you?” Rindou asks, crouching in front of the man and slapping him. “Uh? Who do you think you are to try to destroy what took her so long to build? Mhm?”
“I’m–I’m sorry! Please please don’t kill me! Y/N! Y/N!” The man cries.
You look at Mikey and he smiles at you, he kisses your forehead softly.
“I’m not gonna do that, just letting the boys scare him a little bit so he stops bothering you, yeah?” You nod.
And then Sanzu enters the shop, he frowns.
“What is this? We agreed no violence in her shop?” He asks, confused. Ran looks like a little kid who won the biggest bag of candies.
“This is her ex, he was trying to spray the windows before getting stopped by me and Rindou.” Sanzu cracks his neck and smiles.
“Bring him outside.”
You watch in silence how Ran drags the man outside and then you look at Mikey, he looks like he wants to laugh.
“I… mhm, I’ll go with them, otherwise Sanzu’s definitely gonna kill him.” He chuckles at the horror in your face and leans to kiss your nose. “I told you that’s not gonna happen. They don’t make decisions by themselves, ‘Kay?”
“You promise?”
“I promise, baby.” He nods.
When he goes outside and to the alleyway, the trio are having the time of their life by kicking the man on the floor, when he gets closer they stop. Without saying a word he takes the gun from Sanzu’s pants and puts it in the guy’s face, right in the middle of his eyebrows.
“Let all this serve as a teaching, yeah buddy?” Mikey says in a cold tone. “Next fucking time I see you in the same place my woman is, these guys are gonna be the least of your problems, you understand?”
“Y-yes sir, i-i u-understand.” He cries.
He gave Sanzu his gun back, turned around and started to walk again.
“Don’t keep beating him. She doesn’t want him past-recovery. Just call him a taxi.” Mikey murmurs before entering the shop again.
When he doesn’t see you in the front he looks at some of his men that are still sitting there and they point to the back. When he gets there you’re sitting on the desk playing with your fingers in silence.
“I’m back.” He says in a soft tone.
He sits on the chair and pulls you on his lap, your legs at each side of his, he surrounds you with his arms.
“You okay?” He whispers and you nod. “You’re not talking to me, pretty.”
“I’m disappointed.” You whisper and he tenses up.
“In me?” You shake your head. “The guys?”
“My ex. Why? Why does he keep doing that? That time I told you about, he threw mud at the windows while there were clients inside.” Your voice breaks slightly and he moves around to distract you.
“That’s over, let's not go over there. We already talked and he promised me he’s not gonna bother you anymore. You’re okay.” He tells you and you sigh.
“Did you threaten him?”
“Yes.”
“Okay...”
“Do you want to know what I was about to say before we were interrupted?” He says with a smile to try to distract you and you nod, looking at him now.
“Yes, please.”
“Mhm… I was saying that it’s easy, I’m going to take you on a date, on multiple dates, and then I’ll ask you an important question that we kind of know the answer to but I wanna hear you say it anyways.” He smirks at your smile. “And then I’m gonna request something for you to do on some days.”
“What’s that?” You say softly.
“To touch me.” He whispers, now serious. You look at him and he tightens his grip on your hips softly. “Touch me, please.”
“B-But why…” You ask, while still doing what he asked you.
You start to touch his hair, scratching his scalp, then caress his face, you lean and kiss his forehead, his nose, his cheeks. He let out a shaky breath when you kiss his lips briefly.
“This was your request?” You whisper.
“Y-yes.”
“And you want this on some days?” You ask again.
“Yes, please.”
“I don’t.” He looks at you with surprise but you’re smiling. “Everyday or nothing. Every time you come to the shop or nothing.”
He sighs and bites his lip to try to contain his emotions, he hugs you again. Sweet Jesus, you’re going to kill him with your cuteness.
“Yes, yes, yes.” He whispers repeatedly. “Touch me as much as you can, please.”
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Stannis stood abruptly. “R'hllor. Why is that so hard? They will not love me, you say? When have they ever loved me? How can I lose something I have never owned?” He moved to the south window to gaze out at the moonlit sea. “I stopped believing in gods the day I saw the Windproud break up across the bay. Any gods so monstrous as to drown my mother and father would never have my worship, I vowed. In King’s Landing, the High Septon would prattle at me of how all justice and goodness flowed from the Seven, but all I ever saw of either was made by men.”
“Now as it happened the winter roses had only then come into bloom, and no flower is so rare nor precious. So the Stark sent to his glass gardens and commanded that the most beautiful o’ the winter roses be plucked for the singer’s payment. And so it was done. But when morning come, the singer had vanished… and so had Lord Brandon’s maiden daughter. Her bed they found empty, but for the pale blue rose that Bael had left on the pillow where her head had lain.”
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She smiled again, a flash of white teeth. “And she never sung you the song o’ the winter rose?”
“I never knew my mother. Or any such song.”
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Promise me, Ned, his sister had whispered from her bed of blood. She had loved the scent of winter roses.
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A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness… mother of dragons, bride of fire…
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