I Dare You.

I dare you.

Pairing: Baji Keisuke.

Warnings: Y/N being a fearless bitch, cursing, angst, read it after the Valhalla arc to not get spoiled pls.

A/N: this is a thought that I got after watching the anime version of Baji beating Chifuyu's ass and in here there's no such thing as casualties in the Valhalla arc.

Listen, but what if Y/N was brought up to the Valhalla hideout with Takemichi when Baji was whooping Chifuyu? I—

She is a friend of all the founders and the person Baji is in love with. All his friends know this. Actually, the only reason she’s not labeled as one of the founders is that Baji has a strict rule that she can’t be active in any gang activity.

After looking for Takemichi, Kazutora goes to another school for her and it goes like this.

“Uh, Miya? What are you doing here? Takemitchy?” She says, she knows the guy because you go to all the meetings with Emma.

“Let’s go see Baji,” Kazutora says with a fake smile and she frowns.

“I don’t want to see that asshole,”

“But you don’t want him to beat Chifuyu past recovery either, right?” She gasps, already knowing in what situation her friend Matsuno could be.

Now listen, Kazutora knows she’s a hard no in anything gang-related, Baji goes past feral when it comes to her and because of that not even Mikey disrespects his wishes. But, we know that at the time Kazutora didn’t have the healthiest thoughts.

So when they arrive at the hideout she is faced with Baji straddling Chifuyu and repeatedly punching his face. Takemichi starts to blabber nonsense on why Baji would do this, but she can’t understand them. She’s seeing red.

“You motherfucker,” She says while walking to him.

He stops mid-way to Chifuyu’s face and lookups surprise just to be surprised by a loud slap. He spits blood to the side.

“Who is this bitch?! Somebody grab—” Hanma says laughing, entertained with the drama.

“Nobody touches her,” Baji says, his voice deep.

“Are you out of your fucking mind, you crazy fucking psychopath?” She says to Baji and pushes him out of Chifuyu’s body.

He stands up and walks to her but it’s meet with another slap. He just stands there, with his face down and to the side. He knows he has to do this for his friends, but to see the disappointment and hurt in the eyes of the girl he swore to never hurt was killing him.

“I don’t give a fuck if you want to left us, if you want to be our enemy now, be my fucking guest Keisuke! But you’re not going to fucking touch Chifuyu like that with your fucking dirty hands!” She pushes him and he takes a step back.

“Baji, you got to finish your shit!” Hanma says with a laugh, wanting to see how this would end.

Baji turns around and walks to Chifuyu but she gets in front of him, taking his cheeks in her right hand and making him look at her.

“Touch him, go on, I fucking dare you to put one more finger on him, Baji” He closes his eyes, disgusted with the way she’s saying his name, not Keisuke, not Kei, not baby boy, Baji.

“Can somebody take that bitch out of the way already? She’s from Toman!” Someone says and Baji tenses when he senses people getting close to her.

Just in time, like he taught her all those years ago, she throws a punch to her left, landing in the face of the guy that was about to touch her, putting him to sleep in no time.

“I’m from Toman, no? Go ahead and punch me, you stupid fuck,” She says pushing him. “Let’s see the enemy of Toman in action again”

“If someone dares to put a single finger on her I’m going to forget everything about Toman and Valhalla and just kill you all motherfuckers,” It’s all he says, glaring at the guy on the floor.

“Takemitchy, please help me take Fuyu out,” She says, waiting for Takemichi to help her.

He tries to grab her hand but she yanked it off with disgust. He feels the third sunk in his chest, but he knows he deserves it.

“You’re not allowed to touch me anymore, Baji,” She says without even looking at him.

And he stays on alert just in case one of the guys there wants to get in her way again.

After that day he didn’t know more about her. If he sees her in the streets she doesn’t even cross to the other side to not see him, no, she walks past him like he’s not there.

She even stopped going to his house and he didn’t know how to tell his mom that he broke the heart of the girl he loves.

On the day of the fight, he got into the hospital because of a stab. And he thought she didn’t was going to see him.

Till she enters the room, his face lights up but he doesn’t know how to approach her.

“Here is your yakisoba, Chifuyu told me you were craving some,” She says, quietly putting everything in front of him. “I fed your cats yesterday and left enough food for today”

“Y/N—”

“No, Baji,”

“Y/N, please,”

“I said no, I’m not ready,” She says and he feels more pain in his heart than in the wound on his lower back. “I understand where you were coming from but that was not the way, you know damn right you could trust us with your life”

He didn’t say anything.

“One week,” He says when she starts to get ready to go out, she looks at him. “I’m going to give you one week and then I’ll go to your room”

She rolls her eyes and leaves the room.

One week passed and just like he said, he was entering her bedroom in the night. He didn’t go through the window, he went in through the front door with his own spare key, that’s how much trust her parents have in him.

She’s sitting in the chair of her desk.

“Get out,”

“I told you I would give you a week,” Baji says, taking his hoodie and long pants off, leaving him in some basketball pants and a worn-out shirt he always use to hang with her.

“Baji, I don’t—”

“For how long you’re gonna keep calling me that, uh?” He says, trying to control his emotions.

“For as long as I fucking want,”

He sighs. She’s in the right to be mad at him, even though he loves her since they were kids, even though she is the girl he dreams to marry and have a family, if after this she doesn’t want to see him anymore he would have to understand.

“I-I thought I could protect you guys,” He murmurs. “I love those guys with everything I got, I know the way I acted is fucked up, I know Chifuyu got my back right away, that you would got my back without questions but, how? How I’m gonna put him or you in the line of danger after telling you I was going to be your protector forever?”

Quietly she stands and walks to him, automatically he moves under the blankets and holds them open for her to do the same.

“Chifuyu forgave me even though I didn’t apologize properly, Mikey too, b-but you… I know, I know you are in the right to hate me and it’s more than okay if you decide to stop being my friend,” He says sadly, she is hugging her knees and resting her face on top of it. “But I’m not gonna lie and say it doesn’t hurt me more than anything,”

“I love you, I truly, genuinely love you,” Her eyes widened at the confession but he can’t find in him the will to stop now. “I made the rule of you not being active in the gang even if you were a founder because I wanted to protect you, I promised mom that once I passed this grade I’ll ask you out so you wouldn’t be with a loser, I…”

“Baji,” She whispers but he isn’t hearing.

“I want to still be the guy you run to when you have a problem, I wanted to present myself to your parents as your boyfriend and I fucked up everything with my childish thinking,” He sobs, but he isn’t exactly crying, he’s just having a war of emotions in his body. “I learned that day that I’ll always have my gang, they would die for me as much as I was prepared to die for them…”

“Baji,”

“Please, take more time if you need to forgive me but don’t take away from me your love, it’s—”

“Kei, baby boy,” She says and this time he actually listens to her, looking at her with wide eyes.

“Yes, yes, that’s me,” His hands tingle with how much he wants to touch her but she told him that day he was not allowed.

“You swore you were never going to break my heart—”

“I learned my lesson, I swear, that’s not gonna happen again,” He says agitated, she smiles sadly. “Please, don’t give me that sad smile, princess”

“I thought I lost you…” She whispers and her voice cracks.

“Can I touch you? Let me touch you,” He says desperate and when she nods he pulls her to his chest, caressing her arm softly. “You would never lose me”

“Yes?”

“Yes baby, I promise”

“Then you can be my boyfriend,” He actually flinches from the emotion but doesn’t let her stand up to check on him.

“I’ll be your protector, your boyfriend, everything you need me to be,” He whispers and kisses her head.

He never jumped into serious problems like that after that.

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saniemani

3 years ago

what if Camilo and Y/N where in a secret relationship due to Y/N's family being..well shit...Wondering how long they keep doing this Y/N starts getting doubtful and scared about their relationship and the what-ifs..and while trying the reassure her Camilo gives a them a promise ring and talks about how he is this for the long haul and doesn't care how long they have to stay hidden....thing is the madrigals saw the whole thing unfold.

this is just so... im crying i love this

when will i get to experience this /j

anyway, please enjoy this...

this whole fic is just me crying and writing out the words i want someone to say to me

ahahaha just kidding .............

NO MATTER WHAT.

There was only one rule you and Camilo had in your relationship, and that was to keep it a secret. Especially from your family. Because for some reason, they seemed jealous of the Madrigals. No matter what happened, they'd always tell you to stay away from them. Imagine how furious they'd get if they found out you were dating one of them. Camilo, of course, respected this. In fact, he didn't seem to mind that you had to keep this relationship of yours hidden. "A little privacy would never hurt anybody, you know?" is what he'd always tell you. Still, despite his reassurances, you couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

Your shoulders slumped, a serious expression seen on your face as you dragged yourself to a certain spot, checking behind you once in a while to make sure that there was nobody following you. Looking around, you quickly spot a curly haired boy, dressed in yellow. He opens his arms out for you and you waste no time rushing in to hug him, burying your face into his neck. "Rough day, mi vida?" The sigh that escapes you is enough to tell him what your response is. "Do you want to talk about it?" You mumble something incoherently before lifting your head up. "It's just my family... again." Camilo releases you before sitting on the grass, beckoning you to do the same. You position yourself next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I don't know what to do, Camilo... they caught me talking to Mirabel earlier, and I was only apologizing because I bumped into her, but when I got home... they started yelling really hurtful words at me, calling me dirty for coming into contact with her." Camilo scoffs, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer. "Did they even let you explain yourself?" He asks and you shake your head. "They didn't! I tried, but they only called me disrespectful and threatened to ground me for wanting to explain myself!" You press your palms into your eyes, "I don't know what they have against you guys... I wish it didn't have to be like this." Camilo removes the arm around your waist, turning to face you. "I'm sorry that it has to be like this, that you— we have to keep this a secret from everyone." He gently grabs your hands, taking it away from your face. "Hey, you don't have to apologize for anything... Besides, I told you haven't I? A little privacy wouldn't hurt anybody. I love you and I don't need everybody to know about it just to prove it to you." A small blush spreads across your cheeks, but you refuse to look him in the eyes.

"I know, you say that everytime... but I still can't help it, Camilo. What if one day you get tired of this? Of me? Or what if you find someone else? Someone who you could show off so proudly to the whole world? What if you fall out of love with—"

Before you could even finish the sentence, your lover crashes his lips against yours, effectively shutting you up. Your eyes widen in surprise and he pulls away before you could even return the kiss, leaving you feeling a little disappointed. "Listen, corazón... I love you and all, but you must be going insane if you think I'd find someone better than you." Camilo gently cups your face, pressing his forehead against yours. "I'm yours and will always be yours. No matter what happens, we'll go through it together." He places quick kiss on your nose. "So you better get yourself ready, mi amor, because you're never ever getting rid of me." A grin appears on his lips as he places a brief kiss to your lips before letting you go. "And I'll prove it to you with this!"

Camilo shoves his hand in his pocket, taking something from it before pulling it out. He takes your hand in his and slipping a ring to your finger, bringing the back of your hand to his lips afterwards. You let out a quiet gasp at this. "Camilo, I— This is..." What should you even say to this? You were left speechless. "It's a promise ring. A reminder that I will always be with you. My heart belongs to you, and no one else's. It doesn't matter to me if we have to spend the rest of our lives hiding this relationship, as long as I'm with you, I'll be happy. You make me happy, (name)."

God, what did you do to deserve this boy? You couldn't help but get emotional at his words, the tears welling up in your eyes. "If that's not enough to convince you then..." He pauses to look at you, a smirk forming on his lips. Before you could even react, he wraps his arms around you, smothering your face with his kisses. A giggle escapes you as you try to push him off. "Alright— Okay! Camilo, I get it already! I love you too!"

After a few more pecks to your cheek, he finally stops, chuckling at how red your entire face is. You pinch his cheeks as he laughs, pulling your hand off.

You spend a few more seconds laughing with each other before he goes completely silent, the smile on his face dropping as he looks at something behind you. Worried, you turn around to see what he saw.

It was his family. His entire family.

His parents were smiling widely, a rainbow above his mama's head. His sister was whispering something to her cousins, and you don't miss the way they smirk.

A rush of embarrassment takes over you, your lover silently curses. You and Camilo better get ready, because you both are in for a lot of teasing.

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saniemani

3 years ago

Let's talk about Encanto and really sad and bored white people.

Before you all start sending me anon hate asks calling me racist and that shit, please read the whole thing.

First of all, I'm Colombian. Second of all, I can not believe I'm posting about Encanto again, but my tumblr feed is FULL of Encanto posts because everybody loves it. And I'm okay with that, really. As a Colombian, I'm really happy to see that people enjoy a movie about my culture this much. But-

I've seen some posts and some anon asks from white people complaining about how we "dirty Colombians" ruined Encanto for them. Like? Hello, are you aware you're talking about a movie about "dirty Colombians"? If you are this much of a racist jerk then why did you even watch a movie about latinos in the first place? You say this things about us and then claim that you actually like the movie and the characters? And you have the nerve to say that we are the racist ones because we want our culture to be respected?

This is not about all white people, of course. If you are white and you genuinely like the movie, please don't take this personally. I'm talking specifically about this kind of people:

Let's Talk About Encanto And Really Sad And Bored White People.

And these are just a few of them.

Honestly, I can not believe there are so many gringos with that amount of free time. The main reason I'm writing this in English is because I want all those racists to read this: all of you need a fucking hobby. Are your lives really that boring? Are your lives really that sad? The most interesting thing you all have to do with your day is posting shit and sending disgusting anon hate to random Colombians in tumblr? Like??????? What the actual hell. You have no friends, no hobbies? What's going on at home? Seriously, you all need therapy. Get a coffee and take a bath, calm down.

And none of you dare to call me homophobic cause I'm very queer, thank you very much.

Please, make all the headcanons you want and post about the characters, I don't give a fuck. Isabela is a lesbian, Camilo is genderfluid, Luisa is trans, Dolores is autistic, all of them are queer and neurodivergent. Just don't be so fucking disgusting against us and our country and our culture. When a latino says that a latino queer character don't represent white queer people (I personally don't care about this but I get why other latinos do) is because historically we have been erased from the lgbt+ movement by you white racists. There are lots of white characters you can headcanon as queer to feel represented. And there are lots of white characters that are canonicaly queer.

I'm not doing this because I have something against white people, but because I have something against racists.

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saniemani

2 years ago

loid: head empty no thoughts only yor

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2 years ago

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saniemani

4 years ago

How to be More Inclusive in Your Reader-Inserts

I finally made something for fanfiction writers to use as reference on things to avoid when writing. if you are making a reader-insert story, be sure as most people as possible can see themselves fufilling the role you want them to in your story.

I became a POC fanfiction writer after years of feeling excluded in reader-insert fanfiction. It’s important as a job as a writer to know your audience—some of which may not always fit in your “view”.

Please take the time to read this to help better yourself in the future. I know I didn’t hit every issue, but I’m willing to update it in the future.

I apologize if this isn’t the prettiest thing, but it was important for me to create.

How To Be More Inclusive In Your Reader-Inserts

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saniemani

3 years ago

Fun fact: most of these posts are from a backlog. With these I have no more posts from the backlog

previous posts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 5 / 6 / 7

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saniemani

3 years ago

black girls can be rich

black girls can be icy

black girls can be “ghetto”

black girls can be “hood rich”

black girls can be prim and proper

black girls can be alternative

black girls can like rock music

black girls can like classical music

black girls can like long nails and 30 inch hair

black girls can wear weave 24/7 all while blasting some rock music

black girls can be who they wanna be and what they wanna be. who is to society to say what we can and cannot do?

as a black girl myself, I say just be you with no regrets whatsoever. never shall you fall to the standard of another just cause of their preference. what they perceive as a “black women” shouldn’t state how we should act as an individual

there isn’t a standard for a “black girl”. we’re just our own person who happen to be black

black girls, women, non-binary, please continue to be yourself. love yourself as you no matter what the world has to say about us. I love you mwah <3