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polite-pandemonium · 7 months

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(preview) coincidences and cosmic signs

OK, so here's the thing, the other day I was going through my WIP files (of which there are SO MANY) and I noticed that I never, not once, have ever written anything happy about this pair ever, even though they are probably my favourite OTP of all time. While chatting with @piedrpiper, I noticed that I often don't even view them as a happy couple, despite wanting Toei desperately to let them canonically smoosh their faces together and kiss in some media where I can see it.

So I'm challenging myself to write a happy, comedic Takeru/Hikari fic. I haven't written anything happy in years and I haven't written anything comedic in even longer, so a challenge this is. So I'm posting a little preview cause I unabashedly need a little encouragement. Pls. :(

IDK how long this will be or even what it really WILL be, but here it is so far. Title is from 'Serendipity' by Laufey, which is a gorgeous, gorgeous song I encourage you all to listen to.

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coincidences and cosmic signs takeru/hikari, ken/miyako, background yamato/sora

There's no rulebook for falling in love with your best friend. Takeru and Hikari are learning this the hard way.

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There’s no rulebook for falling in love with your best friend. No guidelines, no best-seller, no simple Google search that can explain how to navigate it in three easy steps. There’s only works of fiction that make it look all too easy, with everything uncomplicated and clean, tied up in a neat bow by the end of the story. Happy endings, one after another, the friends to lovers trope never sees a broken heart.

But in reality, there’s reams of Reddit threads and personal blogs showing the mixed results that only trying to turn a friendship into something more can wield. There’s plenty of broken hearts there; in the short, preliminary research that he has done, Takeru has found there are more unhappy endings than there are happy endings in this regard. Someone always doesn’t feel the same way and then the friendship? Ruined.

It was anxiety inducing to read about, which was what had brought him to his current state of inaction.

Though, he was finding this to also be miserable.

Takeru groaned, leaning against the checkout counter at Ai-Mart, fixing his gaze sadly on the handful of nikuman still sitting in the glass display.

From behind the counter, Miyako looked up from her text book and raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with you?”

It was a Wednesday evening and like many evenings, instead of going home to the apartment he shared with his mother, Takeru decided to go pay Miyako a visit at her family’s Ai-Mart. She often loudly complained about how boring evening shifts were - how busy was a conbini in Odaiba really going to get on a weekday? So Takeru, who would talk to a wall if it could talk back, would frequently visit her while she worked (work was a loose term - she mostly just studied and rang through the odd customer), using Miyako as a sounding board for whatever was on his mind.

Given that Miyako considered Takeru her third least annoying male friend, she didn’t mind the visits, though she tuned him out at least some of the time. It beat being alone and bored.

Tonight was one such evening, but unlike their usual discussion topics, (pros and cons about whether or not Miyako should go back to Spain, a detailed plot summary of whatever book Takeru was reading, and often a heated debate around whether or not Takeru could give Miyako a ride to Ken’s place after this and if he did, what food would she give him for free?) Takeru found himself in a rather melancholy mood.

Sighing heavily, Takeru placed a finger on the glass, tracing the shape of one especially lonely looking nikuman. “Miyako-san, I’m going to confess something to you, but you can’t make a big deal out of it, okay? I just really need someone to talk to.”

Miyako stood a little straighter, though her hand still remained clutching her book, poised to turn the page. “Um, okay. Again, what’s up?”

“I’m in love with Hikari-chan,” he said, drawing a sad face over the nikuman. He wondered if it was as sad as he was - it must be, knowing that it was going to come to an untimely end, first getting ripped to shreds by someone’s teeth and then getting boiled alive in stomach acid.

Being in love, Takeru was finding, was awful. Sure, he had probably been some type of in love with Hikari for almost ten years, but he kind of thought he would get over it. Yet here he was at 23, decidedly not over it and definitely not with Hikari and all of that was making him very miserable.

He had to let it out. He wasn’t going to tell Yamato (what did Mr. Wife’d Up Since He Was 14 know about unrequited love?) and he certainly wasn’t going to talk to Daisuke, Ken, or Iori, all of whom were equal shades of busy or would mock him relentlessly.

Which left Miyako, who, trapped behind the counter of Ai-Mart, really had no choice but to listen to his sob story.

“Oh,” Miyako responded, blinking. “That’s all?”

Takeru stiffened, eyes darting away from the bread. “What do you mean that’s all?”

Rolling her eyes, Miyako folded her arms. “I mean that’s all as in obviously you’re in love with Hikari. Everyone knows that.”

“Everyone?!” Takeru yelped. “What do you mean everyone?!”

“I mean everyone,” Miyako said matter of factly. “Our entire friend group. Hey, are you drawing faces on the nikuman again?”

“No,” Takeru dropped his hand. “And what do you mean everyone?”

Circling around the counter, Miyako sighed. “Takeru-kun, I mean that everyone in our friend group knows you’re in love with her cause it’s obvious. It’s been obvious since you were like, seventeen. You just have to watch you two interact for more than five minutes and see how you look at her to notice it.” Coming to a stop beside him, she bent over and peered at the glass. “You liar, you were drawing faces on the nikuman! Stop doing that! Someone complained last time and said this store was creeping him out.”

“Sorry,” Takeru said, distracted. “How do I look at her?”

Miyako turned to him, her face suddenly serious. She smiled softly.

“You look at her like she’s special. Like you could be in a room with every single person you’ve ever met in your life and you would look for her first.”

Instantly, Takeru felt his face flush. “Um, I think, well, that’s quite the description Miyako-san, I don’t know if it is that deep, I—”

“Oh, stop, seriously,” Miyako waved her hand, turning to head back to the other side of the counter. “It’s so obnoxious to hear men try to downplay their feelings. Just own it. You’re head over heels for her. You’d rip worlds apart for her.”

Takeru swallowed, flushing deeper. “I mean, technically I kind of have.”

“I know,” Miyako stationed herself beside the register and flipped her book closed. “I heard all about it. That’s why I said it. Now. What do you want to do about it?”

A beat passed between them before Takeru slumped back against the counter. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?!”

“I mean I don’t know!” Takeru snapped. “I have no idea how to navigate this. I’ve tried Googling. I’ve tried reading. I even considered talking to my brother, but that would be no help at all cause he and Sora got together so young and have stayed together for so long, so what does he really know about dating? And all of the advice online is so mixed and I just truly have no idea where to even start.”

Miyako pursed her lips. “You want to know what I think you should do?”

Takeru nodded, eagerly. “Yes, please.”

“I think you should tell her.”

Takeru groaned. “Miyako-san, I can’t just tell her. Are you crazy?”

“No!” She narrowed her eyes. “And I resent the question. Just tell her how you feel, you idiot!”

“I can’t just tell her how I feel,” Takeru said slowly, pointedly. “What if she doesn’t feel the same? I could ruin our friendship.”

Miyako shook her head. “You’re not going to ruin your friendship. Hikari is very understanding, very forgiving.”

Takeru nodded. “She is - wait. Are you saying that she’s going to reject me?”

#takari #takeru/hikari #digimon #digimon 02 #digimon fic #fanfic #digimon fanfic #I love Miyako so much #I wrote this scene just so I could write her tbh #anyway doooo I continue this?#is it hitting ANY marks?#IDK!!!!#stream Laufey for your health tho

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sandiegokpop · 1 year

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Ok a round of applause once for that album teaser video 👏🏽👌🏾 They legitimately filmed a video just for that & it wasn't just flashing images. Tell me why the last song sounded like a goodbye song😭

I noticed a difference in Kyun's rapp for the title track. It sounds like he's perfecting his flow & delivery. But we'll see. So proud of my bb, he's still growing 🥺

#monsta x #괜찮아 is their see ya later love letter to mbb & I'm upset about that #it better not be ::pouts::#I'm not ready there's so much more we can doooo you guys were my military wife healing group who's gonna save me now???#ok anyway #everyone sounded good 🍯 rapp on point as usual ki massacreing as usual min & hw sounding soft & fluffy & sweet #i hope to continue to hear more hw because I'm effin addicted to his voice #& I'd like to hear them cater to min's voice more as well #ok bye what is this turning into #kihyun #lee minhyuk #minhyuk #hyungwon #i.m #Changkyun #jooheon

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liinos · 11 days

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I need them to announce bungo stray dogs season 6.

#with the way the last season ended i better see what fucking happens!!!!#like why was season 5 announced literally right after season 4 ended but its crickets now 😭 please dont play with me like that #like yes there were 2 years between s2 and s3. and then 2 years between the announcement of s4 and it airing. but still....#i think realisitically there will be another season but i would still like confirmation!#anyway i doooo think everyone should watch this show like truly such good writing and the powers go crazyyyy #i dont even think this show is unpopular bc clearly its popular enough to have 5 season and have lasted 8 years but i think a lot of the #hype died after 2016 bc it took SO long to get s3 but it deserves the hype!!!! like saying this as (mostly) a jjk enjoyer. it deserves that #hype. like if it came out NOW? it would be everywhere i know it!!#on an unrelated note no way have i been keeping up with it since 2016 like thats kind of unheard of for me 😭#i dropped bnha in 2020 and was spotty keeping up with it at best before then and most other animes ive watched #have been 1 or 2 seasons and trapped in no continuation hell #or not hell depending on how you look at it i guess 😭 like i get why they have not picked ons again 💀#and i like 1 or 2 season shows so thats fine with me tbh but damn.... keeping me invested that long especially when there are Years between #seasons is kinda crazy #but i guess when youre writing!#like i always Need to know what happening!!!#thinking about it and honestly i think id have gone nuts if theyd had like a 2 year wait until s5 which might be why they didn't 💀#couldnt cut shit off literally in the middle of an arc

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dilfl0v3rss · 10 months

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put to sleep

it was the middle of the week. geto didn’t have work in the morning, but he still wanted to go to bed on time to keep his sleep schedule from getting messed up. you clearly didn’t understand that as you continued to scroll through different apps with your music on full blast through your phone. “this cute, they got my size? and doooo, im copping this fasho” you said, your back facing his chest as you added another piece of clothing to your cart, princess diana playing loudly through your phone speaker as you continued on your search.

geto let out a low groan, his low eyes shutting as he tried his best to focus on going to bed. he was almost successful too, fatigue slowly overtaking him as his lips parted to let out a yawn. “papa look!” you said, a giddy smile on your face as you turned around and shoved your bright ass screen in his face for him to look at. the shining light of your phone made geto squint, quickly pushing it out of his face and holding your small hand in his. “mama i need you to go to bed” he said, his tired voice giving you butterflies as you looked at him with a soft smile.

“but whyyy? youn got work so we can stay up. plus, m’not tired anyways” you said, pulling your hand from his grip before scrolling back through your apps. “don’t matter, still needa go t’bed on time so i’ll be able to get up for work when it’s time to go back” you groaned, rolling your eyes as you lowered your brightness and put the phone back in his face. “kay just order this first pleaseeee” geto rolled his eyes, his broad chests moving up and down as he took a deep sigh. “ina mornin” he mumbled, laying on his back as he moved his head the opposite way of you, not like that stopped you though. you just crawled your way onto his waist, straddling him as you put the phone back in his face. “you ordering it right now is all i need t’fall asleep”

the feeling of your bare pussy moving on his boxer covered print made him internally groan, his big, tattooed hands slowly moving to your ass to give it a tight squeeze. in that moment an idea popped up in his head. a lazy smirk creeping its way on his face as he stared at you with low eyes. “got sum else t’put you t’sleep”

“ride that dick baby cmon” geto groaned, his hands squeezing tight on your ass while he bounced you up and down his long dick. your knees burned, your pussy was stretched, and your brain was completely turned to mush, but you couldn’t stop. his deep voice only fueling your body more to continue bouncing. “s…so big daddy” you moaned, your acrylic nails digging into his large pecs as you felt your release begin to creep up your spine. “i know mama, but you love it tho, right? love bouncing on this big dick?” you nodded your head slowly, brown eyes crossing as you felt his tip caress your g spot. your lack of reply irritated geto, making him loudly suck his teeth before leaving three hard slaps to your ass.

“a nod ain’t a reply mama…taught you better than that” he grumbled, dick only getting harder as he listened to your pretty whines. desperate cries of “m’sorry m’sorry” and “can’t think” flew from your lips as you began to bounce a little harder. geto groaned at the sight, freeing one of his hands from the hot skin of your ass to pull the front of your shirt up to your chest. his eyes traveled from the slight bounce of your breasts to the small bulge disappearing and reappearing in your stomach. eventually stopping at the sloppy mess the two of you were making between your thick thighs. your previous orgasms mixed with your wetness causing the sticky white scene before him.

“messy little thing” he whispered, his other hand moving from your ass to toy with your clit. geto’s eyes instantly shot to your face, waiting in excitement for his favorite words to leave your pretty lips. your eyes rolled from the pleasure, mouth forming in a silent scream before mindless words began to fall from tongue. “l-love you papa….m’gonna make a messss!” a sexy smirk made its way to his lips, his pearly white teeth bare to you as he began to fuck his hips back up into you. his thumb moved quicker on your clit, forcing you to throw your head back as more pretty cries fell from your lips. “i love you more princess. gon head and make a mess for papa”

on his command a slight shake came to your body, the tight coil in your stomach snapping as your release flowed out of you like a stream. “uhh huhh, jus like that mama. daddy got you” at the sight of you geto met his end, his hot ropes shooting deep into you as he tucked his bottom lip behind his teeth. he completely emptied himself into you as he released silent prayer that you remembered to take your birth control. the feeling of your head slapping onto his chest brought him out of his daze. your light snores bringing a chuckle out of his chest as you slept soundly on top of him with his dick softening in you. as you slept geto made quick work of removing the towel he laid beneath the both of you, letting the fabric drop to the floor before lifting the covers over your tired bodies.

“goodnight pretty”

im in love wit this man fr i’m so serious ab him😩

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softlyapocalytpic · 1 year

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OKAY. i do not know if any of these would scratch the prompt itch. but if any of them doooo, "i hope hell is nice and warm when we get there." or perhaps "you’re all i need right now." (and omg no pressure to do either and definitely no pressure to do both i just wanted a backup)

aw thank you!! I appreciate this <3 (Also, hilariously, the latter prompt is the one my partner originally requested so it must be fate's design. ;) or just a good prompt). I did both! The first bit is with my Courier, Sunny, and than the other prompt is for Amy <3. Sorry if there’s mistakes, I’ll fix them in the morning, but this was always meant to be quick little drabbles for fun.

Context: Half Pint & Sunny are both the “Courier”, but for intents and purposes Half Pint is the Courier Six. Sunny just stole her half of the title and it stuck. This beat of the story takes place in 2282 towards the end of the war and after the two of them visit the Divide.

"i hope hell is nice and warm when we get there."

"Y’know, I hope hell is nice and warm when we get there."

Half Pint didn’t stir at all in response. They were curled up like an armadillo, their face turned away from Sunshine. That was fine, she knew they weren’t sleeping.

Sunshine continued on, “I was just thinking, right, that it’d really suck if it was cold down there. Like it gets really cold at night here, but if Hell is like underground or something, whatever Arcade said about that book...”

She paused, and when nothing came: “I figure that it’s gotta be the same type of weather all the time, right, since there’s no sun or moon. Cuz it’s underground. And like, okay, do I really believe I’m going to Hell? No, course not. I don’t think there’s some weird never-ending cave where all the bad people go to live after the die, but if there was I’d want it to be hot. I can deal with that. I can’t deal with the cold.”

She paused again, and when they still didn’t respond she folded her hands behind her head and got ready for a long night of staring at stars. She continued on like this for a while, and at some point she stopped paying attention to what was actually coming out of her mouth. It wasn’t really the point anyway.

It’d been three days since they’d left the Divide, and it’d been three days of roughing it out in the Mojave. Wandering where ever their feet had taken them, and doing little jobs here and there where they cropped up. Yeah, yeah, there was a war that needed to be won and all that, but after what the two of them did she had a pretty good feeling that they had a little more time.

She wondered how long it was going to take ED-E to get to Navarro, and if he was going to be safe along the way. From what Half Pint had said it was NCR territory, and everything she knew about the NCR and the Enclave (which was really very little) told her that they didn’t get along. But ED-E was tougher now, smarter, and she felt like this time it’d be okay. There was a few things more important than the odd rouge eye bot.

Sunshine knew that Half Pint was going to be okay too, but she needed to give them a little helping hand. They hadn’t actually been leading the way this time around. Rather, they were just following her. If she’d gone back to the Lucky 38 they would probably follow after, but there was something nagging at her. It wasn’t time yet.

That was fine. She wasn’t in any rush.

Her chatter filled the open air for a long time, but they did pipe up. Their voice was more like a hoarse croak than the biting sass Sunny was used to, but it wasn’t all gone.

“Dante’s Inferno.”

“Who the fuck’s what now?”

“It’s the name of the book. Arcade said that the devil’s balls are frozen. In the last layer. Gay people get sent to the one with hot sand.”

“Fuck yes. Now that’s what I’m talking about. That sounds like a nice day at the beach to me.”

Half Pint spoke up again, “I guess we’re both going there.” It was more bitter and self-loathing than Sunny preferred, but it wasn’t really up to her to poke at that.

“Eh, can’t be any worse than anywhere we’ve already been, and besides, we’ll be together. No way in hell you’re any worse off than me. I mean, come on, they’re gonna have a field day with all the shit I’ve done.”

They laughed, barely audible, but they laughed and finally they turned over to see her, “Yeah, together.”

“Together.”

Author’s Note: Fun fact, Sunny’s line about “a nice day on the beach” actually comes from one of my HS teachers who subbed one of my Dante’s Inferno classes.

"you're all i need right now"

tw: amy has a anxiety attack, but I try not to focus on the why or the fullness of what that is in this moment. move pretty quickly on to her getting the comfort portion. Welcome to world’s quickest anxiety attack ever.

Amy knew, in a sense, how to deal with a panic attack. Leo had been diagnosed with VDS at a pretty young age after his first anxiety attack, and so James had taught her how to recognize the signs, how to support someone through it, and that even though Leo was sensitive it would make him feel worse if everyone treated him like he was on the verge of one constantly. She had to talk him through several over the years, and through very many many more after they got out of the vault. As her throat seized up, her perception of the world became tuned out, and breathing got so so hard, she wondered if anyone around him now knew how to help him.

There it was again. That feeling of looking at the chaos of her own mind spinning out of control behind a glass wall unable to touch them, but this time she was in two places at once. Observer and victim.

The Observer was aware that Craterside Supply wasn’t really the time or place to have a meltdown, and that having a meltdown wasn’t the rational response at all, but it didn’t matter to the rest of her.

That same removed part guessed that Butch had probably caused more attacks than he’d ever had the misfortune of dealing with, and that whatever he was doing it was going to be floundering. Still, none of that objectivity was going to tell her what she actually needed.

No, that was the part that was currently freaking the fuck out.

When her mind finally rose to the surface for long enough to register her surroundings she realized she was outside. Wind on her face, sun beating down from above, the hot steel in her hands, and Butch’s voice cutting through the haze of panic.

“Amelia? Come on, Amy, talk to me.”

“... hi?”

“Really? That’s it?” He said it like he was annoyed, but then he brought her flush against his chest.

The leather of his jacket was warm, but the body heat rolling off of him was warmer. It was uncomfortable, actually, but the instantaneous relief she felt being wrapped up in his arms was enough to put that aside. Amy was actually surprised at that, she wasn’t a huge fan of suddenly being grabbed on a good day, but part of it was definitely the pressure. It was grounding. Made her present to the here and now rather than stuck somewhere else.

“Ames, talk to me. Tell me what you need.”

She voice still felt so unsteady, so she gripped onto him like an anchor, “Just you.”

“Just me?”

She sighed, frustrated, “I... I think you’re... all I need right now. Can we... stay like this?”

So, they stayed there, as she quietly coached herself through the rest of the steps.

She couldn’t see a lot squished into Butch’s chest, but she saw the pattern and colors of the leather. The silvery steely grey of the zipper. A piece of blue and yellow of the jumpsuit below (she really needed to get him some more clothes).

She heard his breath, felt it hot on her skin, and the pounding of his heart. She must’ve really freaked him out.

And he smelled... wrong.

Amy wrinkled her nose, but didn’t pull away. “Are you styling your hair with something else?”

“You can tell?” Suddenly, a little self-conscious, “Does it look bad?”

She pulled back just enough for him to see her face, “No, your hair looks fine. At least, I think it does? You’re a lot better at this than I am- no, you just. You smell kinda... minty? Chemically? Usually you smell kinda... sweet? And... spicy? I liked that one better.” Her cheeks flushed. “Um, sorry if that was weird.”

He laughed, a little bewildered, a little amused, “You freak out on me, and all you have to say for yourself is that I smell bad.”

“Sorry...”

He smiled big and wiped some of the wetness off her cheeks, “Nah, you’re alright. I’m teasin’ ya.”

After one long moment of staring into each other’s eyes Amy realized the full extent of the moment that was still in the middle of happening. With cheeks burning an even brighter red she gently pushed away from him and cleared her throat.

“Uh, anyway, thanks.”

Butch turned away from her, his own cheeks stained, “Yeah, don’t mention it.”

Amy definitely didn’t spend the rest of the night buried under the covers freaking out, and she definitely didn’t mention it the next morning over breakfast. And she definitely didn’t put her foot in her mouth.

Weirdest anxiety attack ever.

Author’s Note: Also, hi, I totally didn’t spend too much time researching pomade.

#fallout new vegas #fallout 3 #lone wanderer #courier six #butch deloria #butch deloria x lone wanderer #fallout fanfic #amelia lockhart #courier sunshine #courier half pint

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gallawitchxx · 1 year

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bee youre doing remarkably with your nano writing - i am in awe of you. i see your lil wordcount updates on the dash and i go "!!" or "thats my friend!" or "what how what the fuck (adoring)(supportive)". simply you are wildly impressive, and if you ever wanna share a scootch of what you're writing about - i think i saw somewhere you saying it was original fiction? - i would eat that shit up because im very curious. or if not, that's dope too. the mystery shall continue. ANYWAYS good job i love you keep up the good work okay byebye

RAY BABY 😭🖤

i won't even lie to you, this made me tear the fuck up! this is so lovely & so supportive & so-- it's just-- aslkghalgkh. thank you. just thank you. this really meant a lot. especially because YES, I AM WRITING ORIGINAL FICTION! it's been so strange!

it's been incredibly bizarre to go from writing the boy dolls & feeling good & comfy with it, to writing another world of my own making & feeling totally out to sea & uncomfy with it. it's also been so fucking strange to sit on so many words without sharing. SO, because you asked so nicely... but i'm gonna put them under a cut for purely insecure reasons LOL. what can ya doooo?

i love you thank you please know that anything i write today will be in your honor & with the strength you've given me to continue xx

✨ new york queers with little to no context under the cut ✨

Which is how on Friday night, after switching shifts with Sam for the dear price of three weekend closing shifts, Mol ends up sitting across a hotel bar table from China.

She’s staying at The Standard, an upscale hotel on the High Line in Chelsea, right next to the Whitney Art Museum, which is where China’s “work thing” is taking place. What was said so casually before is actually a big fucking deal. She’s on a panel of people talking about the importance of diversity in art, with an emphasis on queer Black creators. As Mol listens to her share the bullet points of her research and preparations, she can’t help but think that China’s exactly where she’s meant to be.

She’s also absolutely not Anon.

“When I was asked to do the panel, I was dating this photographer. Oh my god, Mol, you would’ve loved her stuff. She was so raw. Worked only in black and white, so she played with shadows. She could make anyone’s body look like it belonged in a museum, I swear.” She swirls her martini—Beefeater gin, dirty, extra olives—between her fingers, her long, braids swirling on the tabletop. Mol can almost still feel them falling onto her back, tickling her sides as China moved behind her, inside of her.

“Anyway, I was gonna try and get her introduced to a couple of folks, use this opportunity to get her in front of some people who hold real keys around here. But we broke up.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Mol says sincerely, her fingers dancing lightly on the sides of her own glass. McCallan 15, neat.

China sweeps a hand in front of her, playing it off. “Ah, that’s okay. Some people just can’t get with the poly thing. I seem to remember you having an issue with it yourself.”

Mol flushes, and she hopes the lights are low enough to conceal it. “It wasn’t my favorite thing, no,” she admits. “But if it works for you, great. I respect it.”

“All you can do,” China says. She takes a drink, her dark eyes never leaving Mol’s. Were her lashes always this long and this inviting? “So what do you do with yourself these days? You seeing anybody?”

“Not at the moment,” Mol says, thinking about how she almost asked China that very question in her first message. “But I guess there’s this one person…”

“There always is.”

“It’s complicated.”

“It always is.”

Mol loves this rhythm, this back and forth, her grin almost vulpine when she says, “I do okay though.” All cocky and confident, like she can get sometimes.

“I’m sure you do,” China replies.

Mol feels a bit lightheaded. It’s only her second drink, so it must have something to do with whatever is fizzling between them. Rekindling.

Shit, she wasn’t expecting this.

“You still writing?”

The question feels like a bucket of ice water being poured over her head. Probably necessary, but startling nonetheless.

“I am,” she says, trying to mask the obvious hesitation in her voice.

“About what?” China asks. She mimics Mol’s cadence, making Mol laugh. Reigniting the spark.

“Funny that you should ask, actually, because I, uh—“ Is she actually going to tell her the truth? Admit that she’s lured her here under somewhat false pretenses? She supposes the answer is yes, as the words tumble out, “I mostly write about my love life.”

China perks up at that, leaning back in her chair. “Essays?”

“Kind of,” Mol says. But after thinking about it, says, “Yeah. It’s all short-form.”

“Interesting.” China leans back in, puts her elbows on the table, her hands clasping underneath her chin. “Have you ever written about me?”

“Yes.”

“Would I like what you had to say?”

“Probably.”

“Can I read it?”

“Sure.”

It’s likely a sickness that she should see a doctor about, but Mol’s so turned on she could combust right there at the table. The table that China is resting on, taking up space like she owns the place. And she could. God, the way she’s looking at Mol right now? Anyone would be hard pressed to deny her anything. The perfect bedroom eyes. So in a way it’s no surprise what comes next:

“You want to come up to my room, Mol? I got a Corner King that’s pretty big for just one person.”

#eek!#ray baby i love you #thank you for this it's appreciated more than you know #ok ok must go write more words now #also don't get too attached to china #she's a wet dream but she's here for a good time not a long time #mol you can get used to hahah #might delete later slash if you ever find this story on a bookshelf one day & think--hey wait a minute--no you didn't ok? ok.#no reblogs but if you want to reply & leave some love i wouldn't say boo #bee writes a book 🐝📘

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skaruresonic · 10 months

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My bf linked me this article that just dropped today about Bioware's hypothetical vision for a Chronicles sequel and I'm like, lol okay. Bit too late for that, Bioware, but sure.

This is painful to read, even as someone who thinks Chronicles' core concepts weren't all that bad in theory.

Big oofs ahoy.

"Nocturnes." You didn't actually play the game, did you? I can tell.

First the Encyclospeedia's "Precurator Shade," now this.

Collectively, they're called the Nocturnus clan. The individual soldier or unit is a Nocturne (as well as the clan's base of operations seen at the climax of the first game), but the game doesn't pluralize the name as "Nocturnes" with an E.

Research fail.

Also, I find it kind of weird that real-world locations are figuring into Eggman's conquest. Most locations in Chronicles were based on locations in Sonic's world (if they weren't already just those locations wholesale, like Green Hill), such as Blue Ridge being the remains of a post-Chaos Station Square.

So basically just Forces but several years before Forces.

"Terminator future" - ah, yes. Much vision, many wow. I can completely see how much it would suck to be oppressed by Eggman in such a future.

Also, don't you love the Big Bad Monster of the Week usurping Eggman yet again? Except this time it's so omgwtfbbq superspeshul that not even Super Sonic can defeat it, ohhhh noooo whatever shall we doooo, and... Wait, have I heard this somewhere before?

:/ The more things change...

"DYKG also says that Shade and Knuckles will be able to 'continue Knuckles' bloodline.'" - well that's a totally cool and normal thing to say about two characters in a kids' game who so happen to be the same species. not creepy at all

I love the implication here that Bioware were so certain their mega-awesome sequel would be such a hit with Sega and the fans that they believed they would have been able to get away with implementing yet another cliffhanger ending in order to keep pumping out sequels. You gotta love the hubris.

...Argus' motivations make no sense. It's a god, but apparently was so afraid of death at the hands of a mortal that it... trapped the most bloodthirsty races in the universe in the Twilight Cage to let them duke it out for the rest of time... because...? Stay tuned for the answer, ig?

Plus, why is it Bioware couldn't have answered the questions the first game raised in the second game? What would be the point of even making a sequel if that's the case?

This is the exact same problem Valve is having right now with Half-Life: they keep making sequels that end on cliffhangers while postponing the narrative. "Haha we totally have an awesome conclusion in the works, you guys, you just have to be patient ;> (doesn't even have an outline written)."

It could not be more obvious that they don't know how to end the story. Or, perhaps more accurately for Bioware's case, don't care, since apparently "they considered their obligations finished after the first game."

So like... What the hell were they even complaining for when Sega gave Chronicles the axe, then? If another party would have had to make the sequel anyway because Bioware washed their hands of the development process, then it inherently stands to follow that some of Bioware's Artistique Vision would have had to change.

Iizuka has... questionable ideas about the series, so I don't really place as much stock in his creative vision as that of other ST members. No offense.

In all honesty, though, as someone who likes the theoretical ideas underpinning Chronicles and Shade's character, I'm struggling to consider how Shade and Argus would impact the series in any substantial way without radically altering Knuckles' character and role. It's not like they'd have anything to do after Chronicles is over.

For all of this speculation about Argus, who was nothing more than a diablo ex machina only mentioned in passing in the first game, I can't help but notice that, conversely, almost nothing has been said about Shade and her motivations aside from her possible use in perpetuating Knuckles' bloodline, which... I find a little distasteful, to say the least. I mean, it isn't surprising. Whatever character development she could have had while battling alongside Sonic and co. in the first game is overlooked in order to turn her into an exposition fairy.

But, given that Bioware intended for there to be multiple sequels and for Shade to possibly earn a place as a permanent fixture in the cast, I'd at least expect something in the way of character development? Is she connected to Argus in some way? Is Argus the reason her warp belt hasn't yet broken, allowing her to stay on Earth for much longer than she should have? Better yet, how does Shade feel about helping other conquered peoples rise up against Eggman? Does she feel ill-equipped to lead, having served a tyrant for 4,000 years? Does she see similarities between Eggman and Ix, and internally kick herself for being so foolish as to fall for the same trick twice? Does it give her trust issues? Does Knuckles help her work through these issues and overcome her prejudices? Does her character actually matter here in an appropriate context given her circumstances? Does she have any internality of her own, or is she just a convenient sexy lamp means for Knuckles to not be so alone anymore?

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partyinthemysterymachine · 2 years

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tagged by @teyvat-writer, thanks mate! :3c

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Rules: Write the latest line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don't reblog.

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ok so the problem with that is that a) i don't follow rules b) sry no GOOMT spoilers 😔 and c) my gift to u is DEFINITELY more than one sentence from my roboblorbo au, pls enjoy :)

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“You are NOT throwing it away,” hissed a harsh whisper that was only heard thanks to the animatronic’s microphone connection to the monitoring room. “You brat. It’s FINE. Stop fucking touching my THINGS!”

“I didn’t know he could say ‘fuck’,” remarked a surprised guard. “You sure he’s allowed to do that?”

“The A.I. learned it,” replied one of the Attendant’s techs, his eyes glued to observing Moony stalk determinedly for the controversial cup. “We haven’t been able to erase it from their system.”

“It’s not your business anyway, Sunny!” continued the argument through the hazy audio. “I really don’t care if you think it’s gross!” Snatching it up with his star-lit fingertips, Moony spun around and began to stride quickly for a nearby silken drape to escape on. Unfortunately for him, his daytime alter-ego was going to have none of it. The pretty Northern Lights simulation flowing through his glowing body jerked, staggered, and swung about-face; he was being manipulated back to the light switch.

“Ngh— STOP! STOP!” Moony’s hushed tone growled the entire haphazard way, the cup jostling about in his hand this time (and so worrying the techs). “You’re going to SPILL IT!”

The daycare saw light, as well as the robot now donned in summer colors and an unchangeable expression that strongly contrasted with his present mood. “SPILL IT?! SPILL WHAT, MOONY??!” Sunny’s static and toothy grin shrieked, clutching it by its capped brim with the least amount of fingertips he could safely get away with and jutting his arm at full length, though the distance barely long enough for his circuit’s sanity. “It feels HEAVY!! Like it’s FULL to the BRIM!! What’s IN ther—“

A pause. He was listening to a response coming from within that the humans weren’t privy to; but all of a sudden, the Daycare Attendant jerked into action, stamping his feet and flailing his unoccupied fix arm about in an agitated dance. “EWWWW!! EW EW EW, MOOONY, EW!! WHY are you LIIIIKE THIIISS?!” Sunny cried, stomping circles in place. “NO! NO, I DON’T wanna hear more!! MOONY, NO! DON’T TELL ME MORE—“

Too late. Whatever Moony said must’ve been pretty serious, cuz it seemed to have been the catalyst that turned Sunny’s animated mourning dance saga into a sort of rather violent version of the Hokey-Pokey. Four out of the five humans watching really tried not to laugh while Sunny’s worst day ever continued without their sympathy. “MOON-EEEE, YOU CAN’T DOOOO THAAAAT!! You’re gonna get us in TROUB-BLE and— NO! NO, WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME MORE?! STOP, you’re— MOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOON-EEEEEEEEE-EEUUHHH, GRROOOOOSSSSS!!”

One of the guards chuckled. “Oh, man. I wonder what’s in it?”

“Slushy from three months ago,” dryly answered a tech’s mumble. “Moony’s been keeping it for Monty.”

“For Monty? Why?!”

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wouldn't YOU like to know, weather boy ;)

tagging if y'all feel like it: @lfthinker @canadian-riddler @acapelladitty @twinvictim @baronvonriktenstein @amandabe11man @dinoswordsb @magnolian-gold @georgiespapers and hrgghg it's 2a and i RLY need to sleep i'm sos orry for forgetting people dlkdflgflk ilu NIGHT

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satanscutestdaughter · 3 years

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mental health going 📉📉📉

#but anyway has anyone who is a younger sibling realised they might not enagage in conversations much cause of their family ignoring them?#like they do the same shit now that they did back then which is the nod and before continuing to not ever look at you while speaking #and they do it no matter the topic and what i bring up #and its like oh ok so i have nothing kf value to say ever cool nice good to know #the fact that they always make a big deal of me not being there too like #mf what would i even doooo? sit and be quiet? shit #i probably do the same w strangers cause thats what my family is to me anyway #litcherally have not spoken to 2 of my cousins in years and do not plan to because again theres nothing to say #lmao fun fact one of said cousins is younger than me and they never do the same ignoring thig w him even my parents are like that its fun

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aalissy · 3 years

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Trust

Anddd day 30 is doneee!! Be warned this DOES contain spoilers for Optygami so if you haven’t seen that episode pleaseee doooo!! It’s suuuper good! Anywho, if you have seen it lemme know what you think of this chapter <3

AO3

“Do you trust me, purrincess?” Chat asked, his hands running through her hair as they cuddled together. Her pigtails were out and his fingers were playing with her long locks as they spoke with each other.

“Hmm,” Marinette hummed, letting her eyes fall shut at the nice massage. “Of course I do, kitty. You’re one of my best friends.”

“Good,” he murmured back, “Because I almost revealed my identity to you today.”

“You did what?!” she screeched, her eyes popping open wide as she jumped out of his arms. Staring at him in astonishment, she ran through the events of today, wondering how he could have possibly had the time to reveal his identity to her. He couldn’t possibly know that she was Ladybug and she didn’t remember him being alone with Marinette. Shaking her head roughly, she demanded, “Why would you possibly do that, Chat?! I can’t know your identity! It’s dangerous!”

Marinette shoved away the tempting thoughts that she would probably be able to guess his identity and instead tapped her foot nervously. She continued to stare at him in shock as he looked back at her rather sheepishly.

Chat gave her a small grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was for a good reason, I purromise! We were sort of... trapped.”

“Trapped?” she asked, her brow furrowing as she once again thought about their day. When had she gotten trapped with Chat Noir?! Scrubbing a hand down her face, Marinette once again shoved away her thoughts, instead saying, “Nevermind. I don’t want to know. You shouldn’t be telling me these things.”

“But, purrincess,” he said cautiously, standing up and taking a few steps close to her. “I really think this could be a good idea. I trust you and you just said that you trust me! It would be really helpful to have someone who knows who I am help me out every day. You could be like my pawtner in crime!”

Marinette’s cheeks turned pink and she looked away from him, worrying on her lower lip. Swallowing a lump in her throat, her gaze was drawn over to where she kept all of her kwamis. How could she explain to Chat that she honestly couldn’t know who he was? Even when part of her wished that she did know so that there would be no issues like this morning where he was away from her for most of the fight.

“Kitty... I...,” she started, hoping that she’d be able to say something when he cut her off.

“I don’t think Ladybug will mind that much, either,” Chat said with a bright grin. “I’m purrety pawsitive she already told Rena Rouge her own identity so I don’t think it’d be wrong if I had someone looking out for me too.”

Immediately, Marinette winced, clenching her eyes shut as she exhaled harshly. How had he known that? She had thought that she and Alya were being careful and yet Chat already seemed to know. That was definitely going to be a conversation she would need to have with him in the future. He deserved to know why she trusted Alya first.

Pinching her brow, she muttered, “I still don’t know if this would be a good idea for us, Chat. What if something goes wrong and Hawkmoth akumatizes me? It just seems so risky.”

“I’ll just need to keep a better eye on you, then,” Chat winked, “He won’t be able to get you if I’m always around to keep away those pesky, little akumas.”

He wiggled his fingers at her as he shot her a cheeky grin. Marinette felt her heart stumble in her chest as she glanced away from him again, her cheeks turning pink.

Pinching her brow, she sighed lightly and shook her head. “You won’t be able to be around me forever, Chaton. I do have school, you know.”

“Well...” Chat trailed off, moving his head from side to side as he tried to keep an innocent expression on his face.

Marinette’s mouth fell open as she gaped at him. “What?! You can’t be serious? We go to the same school?!”

He didn’t say anything, simply shrugging his shoulders as he gave her a shy smile. She practically choked on air, wondering how they had managed to keep their identities secret for so long. Rubbing her eyes, she muttered, “Wow, you really have thought this through then.”

“When we were trapped together today, I didn’t even think about the repercussions that could come from me telling you. After the fight, I wondered why I felt like that. I realized that it’s because I trust you, purrincess. Completely. You’re one of the few people I’d want to share my identity with.”

Again, Marinette choked on nothing as Chat placed his hands on her shoulders slowly, squeezing them. How could he possibly have so much trust in her? Both as Ladybug and as Marinette? What had she done to deserve a partner as amazing as him?

Blinking a pair of watery blue eyes, she eventually nodded her head. After all, having Alya know her identity hadn’t brought on the end of the world. Maybe it’d be fine if she knew his. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to be able to find him if she needed to. Sucking in a deep breath for courage, Marinette eventually said, “Okay, kitty. I think you’re right. It might be good to have someone watching your back.”

A giant beam slid across his face as Chat asked eagerly, “Really? You really think so?”

“Mhm.” She nodded her head, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Her palms felt shaky as she trembled slightly, realizing that this was something she had been waiting for years for.

“Plagg, claws in.”

In a flash of green light, a pair of shy, anxious emerald eyes greeted her. Marinette felt her mouth drop open as she stared directly at Adrien Agreste. Pinching herself sharply, she wondered why she hadn’t woken up yet. Surely this must be a dream.

After a few moments of silence, she hesitantly spoke up, “A-Adrien? I-Is that really you?”

“Yeah,” he scratched the back of his head. “It’s me.”

“S-so, the elevator today...” Marinette said, immediately getting thrust back in time as she realized that they had both turned to say something to each other today. She had been about to reveal her identity at the same time as Adrien. Unable to stop herself, she began to giggle madly.

“Marinette, a-are you okay?” he blinked at her in confusion.

Gasping in a few deep breaths, she finally waved a hand in the air. “Yes! I’m fine! Completely fine. I just hadn’t realized how close you were all this time.”

She felt a faint sense of satisfaction as Adrien flushed, giving her another shy grin. How had she never noticed they were the same before? They had the exact same expressions.

“So you did remember the elevator today. I thought for certain you had almost heard me call on my transformation,” he said.

Marinette shook her head. “I had been a little distracted at the moment.”

She thought back to her memory of today, remembering how surprised and nervous she was when she thought Adrien had heard her about to call on her own transformation. Shoving her memories aside before she could get completely lost in them, she placed a hand on his arm, squeezing it gently. “Anyway, I’m glad I know who you are now, kitty. I’m sure this will help Ladybug a lot. Especially with how close we are.”

He gazed down at her hand before looking back up at her softly. “Thanks for trusting me, Marinette.”

“N-no problem,” Marinette’s cheeks turned red as she stared into his green eyes. “I promise to do my best not to let you down.”

As myself and as Ladybug, she added mentally, determined to make certain that he could trust her.

“I know you won’t.” Adrien beamed back at her.

Soon, Marinette promised herself as she grinned back at him. Soon she’d tell him her own identity as well. And, maybe then, after Hawkmoth’s defeat... she’d be able to tell him how much she loved and adored him as well.

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fic #fanfic #ml #mlb #optygami spoilers #optygami #identity reveal #one sided identity reveal #reveal #one sided reveal #marichatmay2021 #marichatmay #marichat #adrinette #adrienette #miraculous spoilers #ml spoilers

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lightnis-moonlight · 2 years

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------------------------------------------------------------ WARNING!: "Your Boyfriend" is created by Inverted mind Inc. and Black Shepard Games, I own none of the game's characters. There will be swearing. Also keep in mind this game is for 18+ only! So no minors. Please wait till you are of age to interact with this fandom. Thank you. ----------------------------------------------------------

Work has been hard on you and you just want to relax for a bit. Spending some time with your boyfriend should help right? Well we will see about that won't we?~ Peter: "These walls won't stop me darling!~"

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Chapter 1: Rest

* Sigh * 'Fucking finally! Home!' I enter my living room and throw myself on the couch. Work has been really rough on my lately and oh god! The Karens! Ahhh I fucking can't! But hey it's the weekend now! I am freeeee! (For a bit at least) I get up again and go into the kitchen. I grab myself a ramen cup, heat some water and poor it over the nuddly goodness. Fooood! God I'm starving! I turn on some music and start digging in to my 'oh so lovingly prepared' meal. Hmm what to do? What to doooo? Maybe i could play that visual novel again? Or should i just draw? Ooor do both? Well we'll see I guess. Once finished, I throw the cup into the trash pin and clean my eating utensils. I leave the kitchen and go into my room. Sitting down in front of my PC, I click on a familiar icon. The program starts up and presents me with its title screen. It reading "Your boyfriend". Y/N: "Well hellooo darlin'! Long time no see huh?" I joke and press the play button. . . . Shit!!!!!!! God damn jumpscare! I jump at the red screen which was showing an eerily grinning golf ball headed man. God this still gets me? Seriously? Y/N: "Guess I am a jumpy one, aren't I?" I chuckle a little and proceed with entering my name. 'Welcome Y/N, you too have fun ...' Oh we will have fun alright. I appear in the oh so familiar park and read through my lines in a breeze. Till our beloved golf ball decided to join the party. Stranger: "Whoa! Hey, take it easy it's just me." "You are a jumpy one aren’t cha?" Y/N: "Pff yup and you are the reason as to why. You really like jumpscaring people don't cha?" Stranger: "Soo are you waiting for a family member or a friend?" "Just seems kind of odd for you to be sitting out here, all alone like this and so far away from the jogging track." Y/N: "I'm waiting for you Peter.~" Damn I should really stop talking shouldn't I? I scratch the back of my neck. Stranger: "L-Look I know this is sudden. Very sudden. But if you're free tonight could I have the pleasure in taking you out to dinner?" Oh fuckin heck yeah. Stranger: "Well I'm your boyfriend!" "Isn't that why you are here?" Y/N: "Oh sweetie, that’s exactly why I'm here." ... I did it again!!!! Ah god! I face palm myself. Cheesh just continue. Options: "Umm dinner sounds nice." ✓ "What? No!" "..." I smile at his happy expression. He really god me wrapped around his finger doesn't he? I continue playing the game, taking the nice options and trying not to talk to myself. Y/N: "God Peter, how I would love to actually meet you." I say looking at his silhouette behind the curtain. The end of the day appears and with a sad smile, I close the game. Mumbling a quiet 'Sorry.' After closing the game, I grab my stylus and continue to color one of the drawings I made of him. I have fallen hard I know. I draw for quite some time. Actually falling asleep at the desk after finishing the last touches. But who cares? It's comfy and warm... ------------------------------- A/N: Hey guys! Soo first chapter done whoooh! What do you think? This is an ongoing story and if you’d like I would continue posting new chapters on here as well. Anyway, I hope you guys have a nice day! :D C ya! <3

#your boyfriend #yourboyfriend game #your boyfriend peter #your boyfriend fanfic #yb #yb peter #fanfic

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oh-my-may · 4 years

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Bokuto, Kenma and Nishinoya getting prank ignored for a day

requested: HC of Bokuto Kenma and Nishinoya to getting ignored by their s/o like their s/o avoiding them for the whole day as a prank and they’re just sad :((

Honestly I think I’d probably cry if someone ever did this to me, prank or not lol

Also I’m glad to announce that my requests are open again! I finished writing the last one today! There’s about 10 posts waiting in my drafts that I finished and I’ll be posting them over the span of next week and hopefully finish some new requests, but my exams are approaching so please bare with me lol

Bokuto Koutarou:

Lately, your boyfriend has been very busy with volleyball. The national tournament was near and therefore he spent more time practicing than doing anything else. He barely even had time for you and though you understood this was important to him, you still found yourself sulking over the lack of attention and love.

So you decide to pull a uno reverse card on him and ignore him as a prank for the whole day. Seeing his reaction would maybe make up for everything.

It started off in the morning. Normally you would send him a sweet good morning text, but today you skipped it and found yourself smiling when you see he’s typing, but you don’t bother to look at his message.

During school it’s quite easy to avoid him, since you two are not in the same class. Still, he peeks into your classroom before class starts and when he sees you his face lights up, but you don’t even look in his direction, so he leaves again with a big pout on his face.

During lunch you ask your friends if you could eat somewhere else and not in the hall where everybody, including your boyfriend, would be. While sitting outside and eating you receive a bunch of messages from him, some of them just pouting emojis and some hearts. It is hard for you to ignore them but you do, continuing your evil plan.

Only after school does it get really bad. When you step out of the building he immediately pulls you aside and wraps his arms around you. “Y/NNNNNN, why are you ignoring me?” he whines. “What did I doooo?”

You chuckle and give in, since he crossed your plans and you couldn’t get out of this now. “Well, it felt like you were ignoring me because of volleyball.” you say quietly and you feel Bokuto stiffen against you.

He pulls away and looks at you. “I know.” he sighs. “I’m sorry, but nationals are soon.” When he sees your expression he pouts again. “But don’t ignore me again, I thought you were really mad at me.” And then he hugs you tightly again, pressing you against the wall.

Kenma Kozume:

There’s been a new game that he has been playing non stop lately and it kinda got on your nerves. Normally he would always let your rest your head on his chest while he’s gaming, but now he claims the he has to concentrate on the game, so you can just sit next to him and sulk as he’s gaming.

So you plan a little revenge on him and ignore him for a day. No texts, no calls, no conversations. You wouldn’t even visit his practice like you usually would.

Honestly it was not a big act to avoid Kenma for a day. Your schedules didn’t overlap and since he was always playing games you barely saw him anywhere. Normally you would send him small texts during the day, complaining about teachers or classes, but it was easy to not do that for a day.

Kenma noticed your absence at practice, too. Normally he would wait for you outside of the gym, but no matter how long he waited, you didn’t come and he grew suspicious. You never acted like that. Was something wrong? Were you sick?

He got worried, so after practice he came over to your house and you were surprised to see him standing there, his eyes slowly scanning your body for any sign of sickness. When he didn’t find any, he tilted his head. “Are you sick, Y/N?”

You sigh and cross your arms in front of your chest. “I am sick of you playing that game and not paying attention to me, yes.”

Kenmas expression barely shifts, but he’s obviosuly irritated. “You normally don’t care about me playing games...”

“Yes, but that was before you didn’t let me touch you when you were playing. It’s like you’re dating that game and not me.” When he hears your frustrated tone Kenma just steps closer to you and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“My game can’t do that. My game doesn’t cuddle me the way you do. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Nishinoya Yuu:

Sometimes Nishinoya can be a little too enthusiastic when it came to youzr relationship. He was so happy he had you by his side and if he could he would spend 24/7 with you. He was always jumping around you, texting you, calling you. But sometimes you needed time for yourself and you didn’t know how to tell him and that’s how the idea came up in your mind.

Ignoring him for a day would be torture for the both of you, since he could be so cute you could barely resist him. But you wanted to try, anyway.

You already woke up to 10 messages from him, wishing you a good day, saying how he dreamt of you and that he couldn’t wait to see you today. You had to smile when you got the notification, but ignored them.

You received 20 more texts on your way to school. In school he was already waiting, leaned against the wall as he was typing something into his phone, probably another message to you. He looked up and greeted you with a bright smile as soon as you appeared in front of his eyes, but you casually walked past him and literally ran into your classroom. Unfortunately he was in the same class as you and during class he kept on whispering to you or throwing things your way. You almost lost your patience and temper.

At lunch it was over for you. Before you could even get there Nishinoya came up running behind you and literally pushed you into the next corner where you two were alone. Without any more words he smashed his lips to yours before you could react to it. You just magically melted under his touch, before he pulled away and looked at you in confusion.

“Why are you ignoring me, Y/N? Did I do something?”

His big eyes and pouty mouth make you sigh in defeat as you link your hands behind his neck. “I’m sorry Noya, I think I just needed some time to myself for a while.”

He softly caresses your waist with his fingers. “And you couldn’t just tell me? I felt like air to you the whole day, it was really not nice.”

You breathe out and press him to your chest again. “It won’t happen again, Noya.” And then you press another kiss to his cheek.

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deafeninggardenerpanda · 3 years

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The next second, Kirby was floating in the air. None other than Coo had swooped in, tightly grabbed Kirby, and flew up high. Meta Knight, who had missed, lost sight of Kirby and started looking around, restlessly.

“Coo!” Kirby cheered. “Thank you for saving me!”

“We must fight back, Kirby,” Coo said, “Rick and Kine will fight with us too!”

The two, who had been poked by Coo, had woken up, and came rushing in.

“I’m here! Don’t keep me waiting!” Rick shouted as he rolled into a ball.

“Go~ Rick!” Kine shouted, raising his tail fin overhead, before slamming into Rick with great force. Rick rolled at a great speed and collided into King Dedede. A clean hit! The great king fell over and dropped his hammer. Meta Knight, who had come to his senses, raised his sword, aiming for Rick.

“What do you want me to do??” Coo yelled. He released Kirby, flew up, and powerfully flapped his wings. Sharp feathers shot out at Meta Knight. His specialty, CUTTER COO! Meta Knight hurriedly held up his cape and blocked the feathers.

“OK, I’ll try again!” Rick yelled enthusiastically and, once again, tried to roll into a ball. However, gripping his hammer again, King Dedede blocked Rick’s path.

“Rick, danger incoming!” Kirby called out.

“GAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

The king let out an enraged roar and was about to bring his hammer down when Kine jumped into the frey and energetically jumped about.

“Take this~!”

Kine’s fins and scales contained ample amounts of water, even when moving long distances in the air. The water sprayed with energy, getting in Dedede’s eyes.

“!!”

The king, standing bolt upright, covered his eyes with his arms.

“Okie dokie,” Kirby yelled, “now’s our chance!”

“Let’s do this, Kirby!” said a carefree voice. Before Kirby knew it, Gooey came by his side. Kirby nodded his head.

“Uh-huh, now’s the time. Hang in there, and I’ll suck up the air-”

“I’ve got a better idea!”

“Huh? What’s your idea?”

“Let’s work together!”

“Work together? How?”

“Well, like this!”

Gooey stretched out his tongue and quickly wound it around Kirby.

“Woah, what are you dooooing?! Gooey, we’re fighting Dedede and Meta Knight, not me!!”

Gooey said something Kirby couldn’t properly understand. Because his tongue was out, his words weren’t clear, but it seemed that he wanted to say “I know, I know.”

“Huh?! Gooey, no… s-stop-”

Guessing what Gooey was thinking, Kirby struggled, but Gooey disregarded him. Shaking and brandishing Kirby in his long tongue, he threw Kirby with force!

“IYAAAAAAA-!!!”

Kirby flew through the air like a bullet and crashed into King Dedede. It was a one-hit KO! Furthermore, Kirby rebounded and hit Meta Knight, resulting in his defeat as well. Coo let out a groan.

“Just as I expected. Kirby and Gooey: What an excellent combination! Taking out a pair of two formidable foes in one blow-”

However, the one who had sustained the most damage was Kirby. Falling onto the cloudy ground, he fell unconscious yet again.

“Hey, she’s getting away!!” Rick shouted. He pointed at none other than Pirka. Pirka, who saw just how quickly Meta Knight and King Dedede were taken out, turned pale, drew back, and tried to run away. Gooey coiled his tongue around Pirka, who was hastily fluttering her wings.

“Eek! Let me go! I told you to let me go!” Pirka cried, rampaging, but Gooey’s tongue held on tight, unyielding.

“Excellent job, Gooey,” Coo said, “we have temporarily captured her.”

“...?!!”

Gooey darted his eyes about, seeming distressed.

“Now that that’s settled, we’ve gotta wake up Kirby.”

“No, before that, let’s deal with those two.”

Coo pointed out Meta Knight and Dedede with his wings.

“Since those two are so tough, they likely won’t stay unconscious for so long. If they continue to act violently, we will be unable to stop them.”

“Yeah, right~? One way or another, we need to get those two to snap out of it.”

Coo glared at Pirka.

“You’ve lost. Give up, undo the spell you’ve put on the pair.”

“H-Hmph! Never!” Pirka said with a hateful face.

“Undo your spell,” Rick yelled in anger, “or suffer the wrath of tickle torture!!”

“Stop! It’s just that I don’t know how to undo the spell!”

“What do you mean?

“I can turn people into my puppets, but I don’t know how to undo it. Really.”

Pirka irritably looked away. Rick crossed his arms.

“Really, huh? If we can’t undo the spell, then what’ll happen to them?”

“Well…”

“We will have to figure out how to undo the spell later,” Coo said, thinking, “anyway, now, if we cannot get those two to snap out of it, then we’ll have to restrain them instead.”

“We’ve gotta tie them up, but nobody has any rope~. Can Gooey wrap his tongue around them instead?”

Gooey shook his tongue. This appeared to be meant as a “NO!”

“Eek! Eek! Don’t wave that around, idioooot!”

Pirka seemed as if she were just about to pass out.

“It’s no use, huh?” Coo said. “...if we-”

“That’s it! I’ve got an idea!” Rick said, having just thought of something. “Let’s use this!”

Rick took off the pouch he was wearing around his neck. When they had left, Pick had given him a small pouch as a good luck charm.

“That good luck charm?” Kine asked. “How will that help?”

“We’ll put these three in here!”

“What~? Don’t joke around, Rick.”

Kine broke into laughter. However, Rick had a deadly serious face.

“I’m not joking,” he said, “I’m being serious.”

“Rick-”

“How will we fit King Dedede and Meta Knight into a sack so small?” Coo asked, seeming shocked.

“We can stretch this thing out a lot. I’ve seen Pick put all kinds of stuff in it."

“Even if it can fit many things, there’s always a limit…”

Right before the eyes of Coo, who seemed to doubt the plan, Rick held the sack and then pulled its sides with all his strength. The small sack stretched out remarkably. Although Rick used both his hands to stretch it as much as he could, it still had the potential to fit more.

“Hurray! It’s really working! So cool!” Kine shouted in an astonished voice.

“Hey, Pick’s the cool one. Just as you’d expect from my girlfriend.”

Rick laughed proudly.

“As for the sack, we’ll stuff them into it. Let’s throw in Meta Knight and King Dedede, and Pirka while we’re at it!”

“Let’s do this~!” Kine said, jumping up and down.

“Please, grab the end of the bag,” Rick said to Coo, “I’ll grab the other end. Pull with everything you’ve got!”

“Understood.”

Coo and Rick pulled both ends of the sack. The lucky charm was noticeably stretched. With it, they covered the fainted Meta Knight and King Dedede, wrapping it around them. Then, Gooey threw Pirka, who had been wrapped in his tongue, in there. With the three in the sack, Rick tightly, tightly tied the mouth shut. From inside the sack, Pirka violently screamed:

“What’re you doing!? Let me out now!! Let me out!! I said let me out, you stupid little animal idiots!!”

“Good grief. Is this what Pirka’s true nature is? She was just some wolf in sheep’s clothing,” Coo said, surprised, and then looked at Kirby, who was still unconscious, "now then, to deal with Kirby. We must wake him up soon.”

“Yeah. Come on~, Kirby”

Kine started jumping around, spraying water onto Kirby. Having gotten hit with the freezing cold water, Kirby slightly opened his eyes.

“U-Umm… wha? Lunch time already?...”

“Now is not the time for sleeping, Kirby. Remember~!”

Straining his eyes, Kirby looked around, and, suddenly, sprung up.

“Oh right! What happened with Pirka, or Meta Knight, or King Dedede?!”

“We’ve dealt with them~” Kine said with a friendly smile.

“You and Gooey finished them off in the blink of an eye,” Rick added, “case closed!”

“I wouldn’t say this ‘case' is 'closed' until we get Meta Knight and King Dedede back to normal,” Coo said with a sigh,” Anyway, we were able to stop Pirka’s wicked schemes. Gooey, would you mind explaining the current situation?”

“No problem!”

Gooey waved his tongue.

“...what do I have to explain?”

“First of all, start from the beginning. Gooey, why did you come here, above the clouds?”

“Wellll, I saw something: There was a girl flying somewhere.”

“Would that girl happen to be Pirka?”

“Yup! She was flying really high up, so I chased after her ‘cus it looked like fun! So, I also flew above the clouds, and thought that maybe we’d play together.”

“I see. Quite the opposite of Pirka’s story. She said she flew above the clouds and then got chased by you. Then what?”

“When I tried to get closer to her, she planted a tree.”

“A tree? Like that tree?”

Coo used his wing to point out the tree growing by the lake’s shore.

“Yeah. Then I tried to help her, but she wouldn’t let me. She got all mad all of a sudden and threw one of the tree’s fruits at me.”

“...what do you mean exactly? Is there some secret about that tree fruit that she didn’t want you to know?”

Kirby and the gang thoroughly analyzed the tree growing on the shore.

“For a tree that was just planted, it’s pretty big,” Rick said, “must be growing really fast.”

Coo nodded his head.

“Indeed. The overhanging roots are growing into the lake. Perhaps…”

Coo looked at Gooey.

“...the lake’s water was contaminated by that tree?”

“Well… probably…” Gooey answered, not too confident. Even though he didn’t entirely understand, Gooey had a feeling. He could tell, judging by Pirka’s behavior, that the tree held a secret.

“It must’ve been the tree that made the lake water all weird!” Gooey said, bouncing up and down, “when the water becomes rain and pours down, things will be very bad! So, I-”

Gooey’s eyes looked all around. Coo nodded.

“I see. Perhaps the ingredients for Pirka’s little ‘puppet potion’ are seeping into the lake from the tree that she planted. The lake’s water contains the potion, and, if the water becomes rain and pours down on the land, all the inhabitants of the Rainbow Islands will become her servants.”

The plan was much too terrifying. Kirby and the gang were at a loss for words. While they had all fallen silent, at last, Kine broke said silence.

“Is that so~? So Gooey piled up those stones to protect everyone~.”

“Uh-huh! She tried to break the stones, but I fought back.”

“You really did that, huh?...”

Rick reached out his arms and pulled Gooey into a tight hug. Gooey could only let out a “NGYTS” in an odd voice.

“Everyone will suffer without rain, but it’s better than being Pirka’s puppet!” Rick yelled, nuzzling his cheeks against Gooey. “Thanks, Gooey!”

“...eheheh.”

Gooey felt awkward.

“Gooey plugged up the lake with the stones to stop Pirka’s evil plan,” Coo said, “she tried to destroy them, but, because Gooey was so strong, she was no match for him. So, she devised a plan.”

“She let Gooey attack her, and then fell from the sky,” Rick said, seeming frustrated, “she completely fooled us, and lured us all the way up here!”

“Indeed. She threw one of the tree’s fruits into Gooey’s throat, and it got stuck. The strategy was to get us to drive Gooey back.”

Coo looked at Gooey.

“Once you know the truth, all of Gooey’s actions and Pirka’s words make sense. When he suddenly attacked Kirby, I was shocked, but-”

Kirby nodded his head.

“Yeah! I can’t help but wonder, why did he attack us?”

“Y’see, it’s because she was gonna push Kirby in.”

“What? Pirka?”

“Yes.”

Coo nodded his head.

“At that time, Pirka was pretending to be scared, and hid behind Kirby. That would’ve given her the opportunity to push him into the lake, causing him to become her puppet.”

“No way…”

Kirby tried to re-think this. At that time, he was standing close to the lake. Pirka was hiding behind him. He had felt sorry for Pirka, who had seemed so scared, but she was just looking for a chance to push him into the lake…

“She was the one who said there was probably some bad guy hiding in the lake, right~?” Kine said, “

“Indeed,” Coo said, “at that time, Kine had tried to jump into the lake, but Gooey stopped him…. Huh?”

Coo had an odd expression.

“Wait, Gooey, at that time, you jumped out of the lake, did you not?”

“Yup. If everyone found me, we were gonna fight again, so I hid in the lake. And then Kine was about to jump in, so I had to stop him.”

“Why are you alright?”

Hearing Coo’s words, the group exchanged looks.

“Now that you mention it, it is weird,” Rick said, “if he drank some of the lakewater, he’d be under Pirka’s control, right? But even then, Gooey, why did you dive into the lake?”

“Huh? Umm?...”

Gooey tilted his head.

“Because I tried not to drink it…?”

“Even with that said, if you were under there for such a long time, wouldn’t you have drunk even a little?”

“Ummm… well…. Maybe I drank a little?”

“How are you fine then? When King Dedede and Meta Knight were controlled in an instant?”

“Er… well…?”

It seemed that even Gooey himself didn’t understand.

“I feel that Gooey is a bottomless pit of secrets,” Coo said, “perhaps Pirka’s spell doesn’t work on idiosyncrasies.”

Everyone looked at Gooey. Gooey waved his tongue around with a carefree face.

“Guess Gooey’s just different,” Rick said, “wish I was an idiosyncrasy too. Anyways, we can’t just leave things the way they are. We’ve gotta clean the lakewater.”

“What do we do?”

“Hey~ guys, I’ve got an idea!”

Kine raised his pectoral fin like a hand.

“Let’s drain the lakewater and replace it~!” he said.

“How will we do that? There’s a lot of water.”

“Is that so~? Well…”

“Anyway,” Coo said, “let’s examine that tree. It seems to be the source of the puppet spell. It may hold clues as to how to reverse it.”

Kirby and co. headed toward the tree on the lake’s shore.

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iisuya-simps · 3 years

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A Kings Coronation (Royal au – Otoya x Reader)

A/N: I've been trying to write this since his birthday celebration card came out

Klab please let me marry this man ~ I will give him my s o u l

God, I wish this were me...

Enjoy~

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The day of Otoya's 18th birthday. Today he would be crowned king and take over the kingdom. You woke up early and rode all morning from your country to see him. A few hours later you woke to the sun shining in your eyes, seeing how you slept most of the way.

It was crowded when you got there. Guards lined up at every corner. People came far and wide to witness the crowning of a new king. You had to push through the crowd to even get close to the main balcony when a hand touched your shoulder.

“There you are! I finally found you!” You feel someone's arms wrap around your waist. It was him. “Otoya!” You turn and give him a hug, he squeezes you back. “Thanks for coming.”

“How could I miss my best friend's 18th birthday/coronation??” “Haha, this place is totally packed, huh? Just getting over here to you was crazy.” “They're all here for you.” You give a warm smile.

“Congratulations, King Otoya Ittoki.” You curtsy. “Gosh... Hearing you say it all formal like is kinda embarrassing.” He scratches his head. “Well, I'll answer as the birthday king should.” Otoya puts his hands on his hips puffing out his chest. “You have my thanks, dear Y/N.” Then bows. “Maybe that wasn't so regal...” you both laugh.

“Well, today is about to kick into high gear so stick close to me, ok?” “I promise I won't leave your side.”

“Still, I'd find you even if you vanished into thin air. We'll have lots more time to talk if we stick together, plus everyone can know about us right?”

“Know about us?”

“Let's go!” You follow close behind him but find it challenging with all of the people. You hesitate to grab his hand but he takes yours first. You look up and see his bright smile and wink as he guides you through the crowds of people till he sneaks you inside.

“Hey, there's something I'd like to show you.” “Oh?” “Close your eyes.” “Otoya...” You whine. “Come on it's a surprise!”

“Fine.” You close your eyes and he takes your hand guiding you slowly down the hall.

“Don't peek, ok?” “I wouldn't dream of it.” You go down a few halls then Otoya puts his hands over your eyes. “It's just up ahead, so put your trust in me. Keep walking straight.”

Continuing down the corridor you approach some steps and a large door. “There's a small staircase so watch your step.”

“Shouldn't I be the one surprising you?” “Maybe. But it's not often we see each other. Just a few more steps and we're here!” He takes his hands away from your face. “Open your eyes!” Revealed to you is a grand balcony with a gorgeous view of the land. “Ta da!”

“Wow, Otoya!” “Are you surprised?” “This is amazing! I've never been here before.” “This is the prettiest spot in the whole castle, so I had to show you! There's even an awesome view of the ocean!”

You can see every corner of the courtyard. You walk up to the railing and lean forward taking in the sights, Otoya joins you from behind.

“Beautiful isn't it? Wonderful weather, and a beautiful princess.” You giggle. “And a charming prince, soon to be king.”

You both heard a commotion from below. “Uhh, it looks like everyone is looking for me. They won't check here right?” He scratches the back of his head. “Maybe we should go back.” “Nah, it'll only be a few minutes, no harm done. Besides look!” Otoya shuffles in a bag behind his back.

“I brought us some cake for us to eat together!” You cross your arms. “Otoya isn't that for the reception?” “Well yeah but I want to eat it with you now... And it's my birthday so anything goes!” You shake your head and laugh. “Alright then, let's dig in.” “Yay!”

He places the plate on the table to the left of the balcony. “After you, princess.” He pulls out a chair. “How kind of you your majesty.” Grabbing two forks from his bag he sits across from you unwrapping the cake. “Waah, this looks sooo good. Itadakimasu!” You both took a bite savouring the vanilla cake and fluffy buttercream frosting.

“Mmm, I knew it.” “Knew what?” “That this cake is way tastier being here with you than at the party.” “Uh-huh.” “What? You don't feel the same way?” He pouts. “Everything's better with you, Otoya.” “Really? I think so too... With you I mean!” You both gobble down the rest of your cake not saying a word but simply enjoying each other's company.

“Ahh, that hit the spot. Shall we go?” “You have cake on your face silly. You'll look like a fool if you go out like that.” “Hmm? Where is it?” He licks around his lips. “No on your cheek, here.” You laugh stepping closer to wipe the icing with your thumb from his cheek. Sticking it in your mouth you then clapping your hands together.

“That's better.” “T-thanks...” He blushes but quickly recovers. “Well, the party's just getting started.” You place your hands on his shoulders. “Let's make this the best day ever!”

You and Otoya go back down to greet the people outside in the crowd. Staying closely by his side he never let you out of his sight. “Otoya there you are! I swear you have no sense of time. The ceremony is about to begin!” The queen crosses her arms. “Already?” “Yes, now let's go.” “But Y/N...” “I'll be fine.” You smile. He takes both of your hands in his. “I'll come to find you after, ok?” “Alright, now go get your crown.” You wink.

The crowning ceremony was lovely. Otoya took the coronation oath and made a speech. Afterwards, everyone gathered in the main ballroom then the celebration really began. You were wandering around near the edge of the ballroom when you felt a hand pull you around the corner.

“Hey.” “Oh hi.” You smile and fix your eyes on his crown. “So what's next, king?” “Hehe, come with me.” You spend the rest of the day greeting more people, enjoying the food at the banquet and listening to the royal orchestra. When nightfall came Otoya leads you away from the dwindling crowds to his bedroom to retire for the night.

“Wow, that was a blast.” You jump on his bed and sink into the duvet. “We hung out all day huh?” “Yup seems like it.” “Time flies when I'm with you. Oh! And did you hear the band? They were all like bweeh daa daa doooo.” Otoya mimics a violin shaking his head around.

“Ah! My crown is gonna fall!” He juggles it between his hands leaning over and catching it before it hits you. “Gotcha. Whoa!” The carpet slipping from under him he fell on top of you anyway. “S-sorry y/n!” There was a moment you stared into each other's eyes. You blushed a bright red then laughed.

“Cmon... no laughing. I just let my guard down a bit...” he pouts. “You're just a clutz, Otoya.” You scoot off to the other side of the bed. “Am not! I always act like a king should...” “Uh huh. So what does it feel like to be a king anyway?” He places his hand on his chin and ponders.

“It's not much different than being a prince yet I don't think. Though I guess a big responsibility falls on my shoulders now that I am a king. I have a whole kingdom to look out for after all. And you.” “I can look after myself.” “But you don't have to.” Otoya twiddles his thumbs together.

“Anyway... Today is special! After all, you're here with me.” He raises a brow. “Hey, why are you so far away? Didn't you promise not to leave my side? Come sit by me. You're making me lonely...” He pouts again. “Promise you won't fall on me again?” “Not on purpose.” “Haha.” You move closer and the both of you talk about the day's events. Though the whole time, you couldn't help feel butterflies dance in your stomach.

“I had a great time today, Y/N.” “Me too.” “Everything was so wild during the day, but now all I hear is you.” His hand caressing your cheek. You gaze, getting lost in his eyes. “Those lips hold the voice I cherish most.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip. Leaning forward his lips meet yours as they come together in a sweet kiss. You stay like that for a moment, then part. You turn away embarrassed. “Wait what's wrong? Don't turn away.” He giggles. “You left yourself open for that.” You laugh too.

“Look at me.” He turns your head and your eyes meet once more. “I'm sorry I guess I just wasn't expecting that...” He places both hands on the side of your face slowly pulling you into another kiss. “Were you expecting that?” “Hehe.” You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. You melt into each other drawing out each kiss for as long as you could. “I don't know, were you expecting that?” You both laugh and he pulls you into his arms.

“Oh, Y/N...” He sighs. “I just want you all to myself.” “So selfish, your majesty.” “Hey, a king's orders are absolute you know. That being said, I order you to stay and talk all night to me.” “I guess I cant disobey direct orders.” “Hehe, no you can't.” You lay back and chat in his arms, steadily getting more sleepy you yawn.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” “I did arrange to stay for a few days.” “Really? He beams then suddenly gets nervous. “W-what is it?” You ask, both looking serious and sit up.

“Y/N, would you stay longer if I asked you to marry me?” Your eyes widened. “O-Otoya I-”

“I know it's sudden, I just can't wait. I want you to be mine.” “Are you sure? There are plenty of other princesses that are dying for your hand in marriage.” “Well of course there are other princesses, but you're the only one I have my eyes on. You're too special not to be my beloved.”

“Otoya...” A happy tear slides down your cheek but he wipes it away and holds your hands. “Hows about I ask you again tomorrow? More formally.” “Okay.”

You're unable to hold back the grin from your face. Marry Otoya? Being his friend is one thing but this is a dream come true.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You get up and grab your purse shuffling around. “Close your eyes Otoya.” “Ok ok... You take the little box from your purse and open it to place a small wooden triangle in his hand. “You can open your eyes now.” He looks down at his hand to see a small triangular pick. “A pick?” He studies it. “For your guitar!”

“Wha-” reaching under the bed you pull out a brand new redwood guitar. “Wow! For me?! Are you sure?!” “Of course! Otoya takes the guitar running his fingers over the frets and strings. “Happy birthday Otoya.” He sets the guitar down by the nightstand beside him. “Thank you Y/N!” He tackles you to the bed holding you tight.

You spend the rest of the night giddily talking about your goals, dreams and aspirations for the future. Eventually falling asleep next to each other.

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In the morning you wake to a blushing Otoya combing his hand through your hair and your eyes flutter awake.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Otoya presses a kiss to your forehead. “Morning.” You yawn. “Did you sleep well?” “That was the best sleep I've had in a while.” Otoya beams. “Good, are you hungry? Would you like breakfast? I could have the cook bring us something.” “That sounds lovely.”

“I'll be right back!” Otoya rushes off to the kitchen and has a special breakfast made. He returns with the cook serving both of you a buffet.

“Otoya!! We cant eat all this!?!” "That's ok, there's plenty of variety so just pick what you want!” You share a large breakfast together in bed. Otoya insists on feeding you dessert, but after the feast you just had you couldn't possibly take another bite.

After a quick rest, Otoya leads you on a stroll through the garden. It's early spring and the flowers are just starting to bloom. You're walking along when you pull Otoya to a stop.

“Hibiscus!” You wander over to the colorful display of red, yellow, white and pink flowers. “Hibiscus is my favorite flower.” You hold back your hair and take in the sweet almost fruity fragrance. “Y/N.” Otoyas hand takes yours.

“We've known each other since we were kids. As the years have gone by I've realized how special you are to me as a friend and something more. I promise to love and protect you as I will my kingdom. With you by my side, I feel as if I can do anything. I will give you each and every one of these flowers and more.” Otoya kneels down in front of you.

“My heart belongs to you and only you.” You gasp as he opens the velvet box to reveal a dazzling yet subtle ring. “Say you'll be mine, forever and always.”

“Otoya...” You tear up once more. “Yes, of course I'll be yours!” He stood and took the ring out of the box placing it on your finger. You leap to hug him almost knocking him over in the process. This was better than you could ever imagine.

"Otoya, I love you." Your heart pounds as you pull back to look him in the eyes.

"I love you too, Y/N." You share a very heartfelt passionate kiss.

Otoya plucks a flower from one of the branches and tucks it in your hair.

“There, for my beautiful bride to be.” You plant a gentle kiss on his cheek and walk hand in hand back to the castle where you greet the queen.

You feel quite foolish when you realize that it was your parent's plan all along to get you two together, but it worked out so naturally you didn't care. You were getting married to the guy of your dreams, and that was a miracle within itself.

Your wedding was celebrated with your family and civilians from far and wide.

But with Otoya by your side, this truly was a dream come true.

#uta pri #uta no prince sama #shining live #otoya ittoki #starish #otoya x reader

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365daysofmchart · 2 years

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Hi! So life has continued to be chaotic and I hope to be back soon, and thank you so much to those of you that have reached out, but... I just... really quick... I need to address something...

So when I was writing In Sickness, a family member was diagnosed with cancer. Now with Sundays, a cousin recently went into early labor and it felt a little eerie, BUT NOW one of my best friends is in the hospital, maybe about to go into early labor too, AND WHAT DID I DOOOO??!!?!

I’m only ever again writing about really, really good things happening to Diane!! And maybe her winning the lottery or something!

Anyway, that’s all for now. Hope to be back soon! ...And, I mean, since y’all (well, anyone who’s been reading Sundays) are kinda in this with me, ha, if any of you are the good vibes, or praying, or healing energy types, if you wanna send those my/my friend’s way for her babe to stay put a little longer and for all to go smoothly, that would be so very nice and appreciated ❤️

-E

#ngl it’s starting to freak me out a bit #do I have power???#and if so #do I have the power to turn this around??!???#next chapter: actually Diane didn’t go into early labor at all and everyone was happy and healthy and lived happily ever after THE END #...did it work??? TBD #anyway HIIII!!!#not a drabble

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foreignswaggersession · 2 years

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Best of K-Pop 2021 - 70-61

70. Oneus - What You Doing? What you doing picking No Diggity over this for the title track??? Their best classic boy group song since 👑 Bing Bing. Seoho was the MVP - I love his voice (so let me know ireon naaaaaal)

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69. Victon - Circle. Victon is one of the few groups that I trust with slower music (stream Light and Sunrise). The stadium rock synths in Circle's chorus raise this song above others in the soft boy synthpop genre.

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68. fromis_9 - Airplane Mode. Fromis_9 always has that b-side that obliterates their title track (see Miracle, 22nd Century Girl, Mulgogi). Airplane Mode is 2021's fromis b-side. The perfect song to chill out to while you takeoff in your window seat.

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67. A.C.E - Changer. There's gonna be a lot of bright boy synthpop on this list. I adore Changer's chorus. Reminds me of Snuper's Star of Stars. Also they get brownie points for actually promoting this as a title track.

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66. U-Know (TVXQ) - Time Machine. What Follow wanted to be. Best example of Yunho rapping because he can’t do weird sh** with his voice for no reason. Best use of autotune in 2021 – adds to the futuristic theme. Time Machine is more fun to listen to than Need You Right Now, but anyway buy Noir.

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65. Twice - Cruel. It was so hard ranking the songs from Formula of Love. Cruel was almost left out but I had to include it. I love the heavy disco beats and the melodic prechorus (the vocal improvement!), but let's be real, that English chorus is unforgettable (you think i'm so cruuuuuel, but I'm just doing all the things that you doooo).

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64. Golden Child - Cool Cool. Why did I have to suffer through one of their most boring title tracks ever, when this was literally the next song? We love a cool a** groovy a** bop with a brassy post-chorus. Joochan's "say me yeah" owned this entire song. The below vid may be my favorite performance from them, at least until they finally perform their actual best 2021 song.

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63. SHINee - Body Rhythm. Ass-shaking reggae music. I loved Chemistry so I love this. What’s not to like? Onew’s super slutty vocals are enough to get this song up here. Shinee's flawless vocal chorus at the end of the song is what I've been missing for 3 years.

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62. aespa - I'll Make You Cry. I love an angry woman anthem. Winter and Ningning eat the chorus and postchorus up. Music to beat ass and ruin lives to.

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61. WJSN - Unnatural. WJSN's flawless title track run continues with no misses (MoMoMo didn't happen shut up). C*ntiest title track on their c*ntiest album. I've lost all my ult tier girl groups now, hopefully Starship won't fumble WJSN's bag before their contract's up.

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#best of kpop 2021 #lists #oneus #victon #fromis_9 #a.c.e #u-know #twice #golden child #shinee #aespa #wjsn

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