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tinisprout · 3 years

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No Doubt in Us

Chapter Thirteen - Don't Cry *written section below*

Fiance!Haknyeon x Fem!reader

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a/n: You thought the angst was over? yeah so did I idk what happened lol

Synopsis: Life is great, you have your dream job, you finally got your first big break, and you are now engaged to the love of your life. Happier than you’ve ever been, you live life one day at a time. Then one day a terrible accident happens leaving you in a coma. Where you finally awake, everything is not as you remember. Amnesia takes away 3 years of your memory, forgetting your beloved Fiance. Faced with a reality that seems unreal, as your mind is stuck in a past with uncomfortable memories, your future with him is uncertain.

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warnings: none

To your surprise, Sunwoo seemed a lot nicer in person than how presents himself in chat. Eric was just as nice but had some mischief to him. Eric had ordered in and the four of you had eaten together. Getting comfortable with the two of them didn’t seem that as hard as you thought it would be. Just like in their old videos you watched where you feature in you seemed to have good friendship chemistry with both of them.

Sunwoo had brought a few video ideas to the table for you and Haknyeon to chose from. He even said if none of these were good we didn’t have to film anything. You and Haknyeon decided what you were comfortable with. You and Haknyeon picked the idea that you were both curious about. ‘Can you find your partner by touching?’

“Really? I didn’t think either of you would pick this one,” Eric says.

“Okay before we decide for real let me explain it, so you both know what you’re getting into,” Sunwoo says, and you and Haknyeon nod. “So you will be blindfolded and in random order, Haknyeon, Eric, and I will each have a round of skinship with you, then you have to determine which one of us is Haknyeon using only your hands. The skinship will consist of holding hands, hugging, touch the cheeks, lips, nose, and hair. Say anything mean or rude while evaluating, you get a penalty bonk. Sound Okay?”

As sunwoo looks between his friends waiting for their decision, you and Haknyeon look at each other and nod consenting to the game. You both give Sunwoo the okay and the setup for the video begins.

“You think you’ll be able to find me?” Haknyeon asks curiously about your thoughts.

“I think I’ll be fine, but please don’t get mad at me if I get anything wrong.”

“However you do I won't be mad, but I can't promise I won't be a little upset if you get them all wrong.” He says in all honesty.

“Alright love birds, we need to film the intro first. So our fans have been wondering where you two have been. Sunwoo and I Haven’t said anything, you can address it or not, whatever you are comfortable with.”

“Maybe another time.” Your situation isn’t even something you shared with your own audience. Maybe one day you would, that would be something you would talk to Haknyeon about.

“Cool, just sit down on the chair and hold this for now and attach this lav mic to your shirt and turn it on. We are going to change into this real quick.” Sunwoo hands you a silly-looking sleeping mask and lav mic, you sit down waiting for their return. The boys come back with black shirts on, miked up and any styling they did with their hair was brushed down flat. Haknyeon stands behind you and Sunwoo stands next to him.

“I’m turning on the cameras,” you suddenly feel a lot more nervous hearing Eric’s words. Noticing how you tensed Haknyeon put a hand on your back, you look to him, and he mouths, ‘You okay.’ Relaxing your shoulders you smile at him, mouthing, ’I’m good.’ After turning the cameras on Eric stans on your other side looking to Sunwoo to start.

“Alright, On three. One, two, three,” Sunwoo looks to the camera, and just like he and Eric have done many times before, they start the intro off at the same time.

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD day everyone and welcome back to today’s video!”

“You already know, but if you don’t. I’m Sunwoo.”

“And I’m Eric.”

“And these two right here are our very special guests and friends, Haknyeon and Y/N!”

“Today we are playing a game. Y/N will be blindfolded and see if she can find her boyfriend, Haknyeon, between the three of us through skinship. How do you think you’ll do?” You turn to Eric.

“I’m a little nervous, but I shouldn’t do too bad.”

“Well let's put you to the test to see if your words hold true. We’ll come to you one by one and when you’re done examining, just say, “next”.” You nod at Sunwoo’s words. “Now put on the mask and stick your hand please then we will begin!” Doing as he says you put on the mask and raise your hand up.

Only the shuffling of feet could be heard. First up was Eric and he raised his hand to the camera wiggling his fingers. He then walks up to you and places his hand against yours.

“Can I use both of my hands?” Eric writes yes on your hand so you use both to examine the hand. Eric has to hold back from laughing at the ticklish sensation. “It does feel very similar, but it’s a little wider than Haknyeon’s hand, I think? Next.”

Letting go of his hand you keep yours up waiting for the next one. The next, which was Haknyeon’s hand felt almost the same as the last. There were only small differences that you noticed, “The fingers are a little shorter than the last hand and it’s very warm like Haknyeon’s. This is harder and I thought. Next.”

Sunwoo going last was very different compared to the other two. “This hand definitely isn’t Haknyeon. It’s like a baby’s hand.” Sunwoo was shocked by your answer and felt a little offended. When he turned around he could see Eric and Haknyeon covering their mouths holding in the laughs.

He picked up the toy mallet from the small table next to you and hit your head. “Oh, I was going to say it’s really soft!” You drop the hand with a pout feeling wronged. Sunwoo put the toy down and walked back to the boys.

“Alright, keep the mask on. Now you’ve felt the three hands, which do you think is Haknyeon’s? One, two, or three?” Eric says.

“Hmm, I think two. I can’t get over how warm it was. Haknyeon’s hands are usually very warm.”

“Okay number two will step out in front of you and when they tap you, you can remove the mask and see if you were right or wrong. Number two please step out.” Haknyeon steps out feeling happy that you got it right and gives a thumbs up to the camera in passing. He taps you gently and you felt a little nervous hoping you didn’t get the first one wrong. Thankfully with your vision returned the site of Haknyeon greeted you and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness. I don’t know what I would do if I got this one wrong.”

“You did well.” He grabbed your hand and you felt that familiar warmth again.

“Don’t celebrate just yet. That was an easy one. The next one is harder. Mask back on!” Sunwoo yells like he is waiting for you to fail.

“Okay let’s get going then.” You put your mask back on and the process continues and again there was one that stood out in comparison two the other two. “Sunwoo is the second one for sure, his bottom lip is very plump. The first and third are a little harder to guess, even though they don’t feel alike. The image I have in my head is different from what I’m feeling.”

Eric and Haknyeon feel the shape of their own lip, while Sunwoo puckers his lips at the camera showing off his asset.

“Well, there can only be one. Choose wisely.”

“Ugh…. One?”

“Alright, number one step up.” The boy taps you and you take off the mask and you see Eric making a peace sign with a duck face. Shocked you whip around seeing Haknyeon trying to not look sad. Sunwoo and Eric start laughing at your screw-up.

“Haknyeon, I swear it’s harder than it looks! Please don’t be sad.”

“That’s okay, this just means we don’t kiss nearly enough. That can be fixed tonight.”

“Haknyeon!”

“Hey keep it pg-13. Y’all trying to get us demonetized?” Eric reprimands.

“Okay Okay moving on. Next, we are doing hair. Some of you were probably wondering why the three of us look like coconut heads right now. Cause it would be too easy to guess based on how we styled our hair.” Sunwoo smoothly moves the conversation back to normal.

“You just want me to fail don’t you.”

“You’re right. It makes for great content.”

“You’re terrible.” you put the mask back on and raise your hands a bit higher so they don’t have to bend as much. The game starts again and to your dismay, you got another one wrong. This time though it was sunwoo who stood in front of you, stanced up in the fuck boy pose. You cover your face feeling terrible.

“That’s two out of three wrong. Things aren’t looking too good right now.”

In your defense, the two of you had only been truly intimate for two weeks. This would have been easy peasy if you had your memories of him. The old you would have had all these small physical details about him etched into your brain.

“It’s just hair, ours isn’t that different anyway,” Haknyeon says, coming to your defense.

“But you’re a little salty right?” Eric laughs.

“Shut up.” You noted how Haknyeon didn’t exactly deny it.

“I will get the next one right!” you say determined.

“It’s fine Y/N, don’t let it bother you,” but how could it not bother you when it bothered him. It only bothered you more when got noses wrong as well. It wasn’t that big of a deal in reality, in your head it felt like it though. Sure Haknyeon had just a little hope in his heart that you would do well, but he also knew it was still early in the relationship, recognizing all these small things would come with time. You wouldn’t just suddenly remember the finer details.

“I-” you didn’t want to turn around to see Haknyeon, afraid of the face you would see. Feeling disappointed in yourself you kept your head facing straight ahead but you could see your face distort in the viewfinder so you ended up looking down.

“Y/N, it’s just a game no big deal.”

“You’re bothered by it aren’t you, how is it not a big deal?” Everyone could hear how your voice trembled. Any smile on Sunwoo and Eric’s face immediately dropped. Haknyeon quickly came up to you worried.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Look at me,” you shook your head. Haknyeon gets on his knees to see your face and puts his hand over your tightly clenched one. “Why are you crying, Honey?” His heart broke seeing you like this.

Feeling that warm hand again you unclench your fists and hold his. He raises his other hand to wipe your tears away. Eric signals to Sunwoo to turn off the cameras and they both silently moved around the couple turning off the cameras.

“I like you, so I don’t want to hurt you, but I feel like that all I’m doing right now. If I still had my memories I would do better and you wouldn’t be so disappointed. I’m scared every day that I might be hurting a person I care about because I’m forgetting something and I am, I’m hurting you. If I didn’t lose my memories…”

“Y/N, if you didn’t lose your memories nothing would have changed, and yeah that would be great. But my love didn’t come from you knowing how to tell my features apart from our friends. I love you because of how considerate you are of my feelings, just like right now. Some memories are missing, sure, it made you different from before but you aren’t another person. Everything I love about you is still there.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I love that you are a good listener, how you always try to understand me. I love that I can rely on you, and so many other things. We’re working on us, so even if you can’t remember the past for the rest of your life, we still have right now. A relationship takes time, you can learn all these little things with time again. We can make new memories as long as you want to make them with me.”

His words are a much-needed comfort, letting you know you shouldn’t be so worried about your memories. You squeeze his hand and nod when he asks if you understand. “Good. now there is no need to cry anymore is there?” you shake your head, he stands up and your eyes follow him.

Once more he wipes away your tears. He pulls you into his chest, hugging and petting your head with his free hand. You can hear his heartbeat and it coaxes you into calming down. You aren’t sure how long the two of you stay like, but you are the first to speak after the silence.

“I’m okay now,” you sniffle and he gives you a soft smile. The sound of another sniffle draws your attention. You see Eric who looked like he had just balled his eyes out with a box of tissues.

“Um… tissue?” Eric offers to you. You take one without hesitation.

“Thanks, but why are you crying?” you were confused, what happened when you weren’t looking.

“Because I didn’t realize you felt that way. You seemed fine, but you were struggling. I even laughed when you were really trying hard. I’m sorry for being a bad friend.” Eric wipes his tears with a tissue.

“No, you’re not a bad friend. I was being silly getting emotional so easily.”

“Your feelings aren’t silly.”

“We understand that you don’t have your memories of us and that’s fine. You’re our friend. That’s why we are here doing this. So don’t feel pressured to remember things about us, as Haknyeon said, you can learn those things again,” Sunwoo chimes in.

“Ah, I really do have good friends,” everyone smiles a little at your words. “Oh no! I ruined the video didn’t I?”

“No, we could edit that out, but it’s fine anyway we don’t have to film anymore.”

“I can still do it, I promise.”

“Only if you really want to.”

“I do.”

“Okay, but only after a break, both yours and eric’s eyes are red,” you nod agreeing to Sunwoo’s condition. You and Eric iced your eyes, after a 20-minute break. The two of you were all set to go again. This next round was cheeks the difficulty of this one should be easy. This was something you were more familiar with.

“The third one is Haknyeon’s cheeks. They are very soft and plump.” Just like you thought Haknyeon was the one to stand in front of you this time smiling, making his cheek stick out more.

“Y/N is looking to turn things around now?” Sunwoo says.

“I’m trying.”

“The next round is the last one which might be one of the harder ones. It will be a back hug. Good luck.”

You put the mask back on hear someone from behind come up. When they finally embraced you were hit with a familiar smell. You latched onto the arms that held you, smooth and toned arms, mixed with his scent it was without a doubt Haknyeon.

“Haknyeon, that’s you right?” You can’t see it but he nods. “I know this is him, I don’t need to see the others.” you take off the mask and tilt your head up and Haknyeon is looking down on you. You smile and he kisses your forehead.

“Good job,” you are happy that Haknyeon praised you but also embarrassed that he kissed you in front of the camera.

“How did you guess?” Eric asked shocked by how fast that was.

“It was his smell. He is wearing the cologne I like.”

“That is almost cheating, but I’ll let it slide since that was really cute,” Sunwoo says and then turns to the camera. “Well everyone, that’s all for today’s video. Thank you Haknyeon and Y/N for joining us again.”

“And thank you everyone for watching. Like, subscribe, and all that other good stuff. And always remember Eric-”

“And Sunwoo.”

“Loves you. BYE!” Eric and Sunwoo say at the same time, waving to the camera. Then they stop and go to turn the cameras off.

“And that’s a wrap. So we can chill again if you want,” Eric suggests.

“Sounds good to me,” Everyone else agrees, you spend two more hours at Sunwoo and Eric’s place just conversing before calling it a day and heading home. That night you and Haknyeon lay in bed cuddling together. You think to yourself that you could definitely see yourself falling in love with this man. Maybe you already did, time would tell.

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writerwithacat · 3 years

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hold my hand, save my heart

summary:

“I know this is sudden, but I think you’re the only one here who understands me.”

Mukuro is a little less willing to stand by and watch her classmates fall into despair.

pairings: Mukuro Ikusaba/Sayaka Maizono

warnings: none that I can think of. let me know if I missed anything!

also on ao3.

Mukuro leaned against the wall next to the school store. She was tempted to hide in her room for a reprieve from pretending to be someone else. It wasn’t like Junko needed help knowing what everyone was doing. Regardless, she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity for reconnaissance if it helped calm her own paranoia.

She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and immediately shifted her pose as casually as she could to get a better look. Sayaka was approaching with a nervous look on her face.

Mukuro decided not to say anything unless Sayaka talked to her first. If she was being honest, she was surprised she hadn’t killed anyone yet after her breakdown over the motive. It’s true that she and Makoto had comforted her, but she didn’t think it should have made a real difference.

It had been more difficult than she’d thought it would be to watch her classmates lose composure. She didn’t really understand how Junko could relish in despair. Still, knowing everything was going to plan made her happy for her.

“Um… Junko?”

Mukuro met Sayaka’s gaze. “Huh? Do you need something?”

Sayaka looked down. “I’m really sorry, I just… I was wondering if you wanted to hang out? I don’t want to be alone right now, and you were so nice the other day…”

Mukuro gave herself a moment to curse her own incompetence in social situations before giving the best response she could muster. “Sure thing! Yesterday was freaking crazy… I don’t blame you for flipping out a bit.”

Sayaka smiled. “Ah, thanks! Do you think we could go to my room?”

“Of course!”

The two walked to Sayaka’s room in a comfortable silence. Mukuro was worried about how she’d handle conversation with an idol, since she ruined conversations with her famous sister almost constantly, but luckily Sayaka didn’t seem to be in a chatty mood.

They entered Sayaka’s dorm. It was a lot plainer than Mukuro’s. Her own room’s walls were covered in guns. Obviously the Ultimate Pop Sensation’s room would be different than hers, but she had at least expected to see something related to singing in here.

“It really is plain, isn’t it?” Sayaka said.

Mukuro blinked. “H-huh? How did you…?”

“I’m psychic!” Sayaka tilted her head and smiled.

“Wait, are you for real?” Mukuro took a step back in faux surprise. She knew Sayaka was just kidding— she’d said it so many times to everyone in their class it would be impossible not to.

“Just kidding!” Sayaka giggled. “Really, you don’t need to look so worried.”

Mukuro huffed. “Jeez… Don’t scare me like that.”

Sayaka sat down on her bed and stared down at her hands. Mukuro was useless with facial expressions, but she assumed that Sayaka had to still be upset over the motive, even if she wasn’t acting like it.

Mukuro’s assumption was confirmed when Sayaka started talking. “Um… I have a confession to make. I actually invited you over here for a specific reason.”

Mukuro sat down next to her. “What is it?”

Sayaka clenched her skirt like she was steeling herself. Her smile was gone. “I know this is sudden, but I think you’re the only one here who understands me.”

Mukuro stayed silent. “I mean… You’re the Ultimate Fashionista, right? I tried talking to Makoto, but… He doesn’t really get it even if he says he does. He doesn’t have fans waiting for him. He doesn’t know what it’s like to deal with…” Sayaka trailed off.

Mukuro cringed internally. This situation was going to take acting skills she didn’t possess. She understood Junko better than anyone else, but applying the knowledge was an entirely different situation.

Sayaka grabbed Mukuro’s hands and looked directly into her eyes. Mukuro stiffened.

“I can’t do this.” Sayaka’s voice grew more shrill with every word. “Those videos… My group… Junko, if I don’t get out of here soon—” She cut herself off, but she didn’t turn away. Her eyes were wide and desperate; her face pale with fear. Mukuro could feel her shaking.

Mukuro was torn. Junko would want her to cause despair— but would being cruel make Sayaka suspicious? She wasn’t good at manipulation like her sister. On the other hand, even if she wanted to comfort her instead, she wouldn’t know how.

A cold, heavy feeling rested in her throat. “Sayaka… I’m flattered or whatever, but I can’t help you.”

Sayaka dug her nails into Mukuro’s hands, seemingly without realizing it. “I know how to tell when someone is faking it. Otherwise I wouldn’t have made it so far in the industry. You… You were being fake, the other day, when you helped me. I’m the same way! That’s why I thought… It was worth the risk to ask you.” Her face was still turned in Mukuro’s direction, but her eyes were unfocused.

Physical confrontations she could handle without breaking a sweat. Emotional confrontations were… far more difficult. She wasn’t scared of social interaction, but she never knew what to do.

Mukuro extracted her hands from Sayaka’s grip. “This whole thing is messed up, and I don’t blame you for being freaked out, but what do you want me to do? We’re all stuck here!”

“I want you to tell me I’m not alone in this. Please just tell me that.”

“That’s a lot to ask a total stranger, isn’t it?”

“I know. But I need to try.”

“But like… You have Makoto. What do you need me for?”

“You’re right. I care about Makoto.” Sayaka said. “But he’s not enough. Not compared to my group. They’re like my family.”

Mukuro tried to summon up her sister’s distinctive confidence. “So what does that have to do with me? I’m not gonna be any better!”

“You haven’t even tried!” Sayaka cried out. “Like I said… If there’s anyone here who’s going to understand me, it’s you.”

Mukuro stood up to leave. “I’m gonna have to pass. Sorry!” She awkwardly made a peace sign with one of her hands.

“No!” Sayaka shot up and grabbed Mukuro’s shoulders. Mukuro stiffened and barely restrained the instinctual urge to throw her off.

“Get off of me! What the hell?!” Mukuro hissed.

“I’m scared!”

“Yeah, no duh! So is everyone else!”

“I’m scared I’m going to kill someone!”

Sayaka’s shout was frantic. Her hands trembled against Mukuro’s shoulders.

If she had been anyone else, Sayaka’s confession would have been heartbreaking or disturbing. But Mukuro could only feel bleak satisfaction.

She… still had to say something back, didn’t she.

“Okay.”

Not that.

“Sorry, what?” Sayaka blinked. Her voice was still tearful, but more confused than distressed.

“Uh, I just meant— I don’t…” Mukuro kept talking even though she didn’t know what she was saying. She should probably stop that. “What do you want me to say to that?”

Sayaka stared at her incredulously. “I just confessed I’m thinking about killing someone and that’s your response?”

She was still near hysterical, but at least she seemed more bewildered than suspicious. Mukuro was going to count that as good enough and continue talking.

“Who are you planning to kill?”

Junko was going to be so disappointed in her. She couldn’t even act like her properly long enough for the first murder to happen.

“Makoto.” Sayaka visibly held back a sob. “God, you must think I’m a monster.”

Mukuro felt a slight pang in her heart— of course she didn’t like the idea of Makoto dying. It was Makoto. But she herself had condemned him to die here all the same.

“Don’t kill him. It’ll be too easy for me to connect you to the crime now.”

“Huh…?” Sayaka was more present than before; her gaze focused.

Mukuro decided to pretend everything was normal instead of dealing with the mess of a conversation. She pursed her lips in a Junko-like manner and stared down at Sayaka as condescendingly as possible instead of responding.

Sayaka slowly started giggling. “Junko, what are you doing…?”

“Aren’t you psychic? You tell me!” Mukuro felt a rush of embarrassment. She gripped her tie in lieu of a weapon.

“Oh, I see… You’re secretly Monokuma in disguise.” Sayaka smiled bitterly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be joking around right now. I just… Why aren’t you mad at me? Why aren’t you afraid? Why are you… Doing whatever you’re doing? I can’t even tell if you’re joking or not, and that’s my specialty, you know.”

“I’m not sure what I’m doing either, honestly.” Mukuro admitted. “As for why? I guess you were sort of right when you said we’re similar.” She didn’t know if she really believed that, but it would be nice(?) if it was true. Albeit too silly to say when she wasn’t pretending to be someone else.

Sayaka covered her face with her hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have expected you to solve all my problems.”

“Yeah, well… It’s whatever. You’re forgiven, okay?” Mukuro felt her emotions melt away after such an exhausting confrontation, leaving a sludge of muted, confusing feelings behind.

Sayaka collapsed backwards onto her bed— gracefully, somehow. “What do we do now?”

“I’m not planning on telling anyone if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I know it’s selfish of me to ask after all this, but… Will you be my friend? My real friend. I promise I won’t just rely on you all the time. I want to have someone I can trust, but I want you to be able to trust me too.”

A friend. The best option would be to say no. After all, she was just here to blend in until Junko pretended to lock her up as an example. Then she’d be with her sister, and everything would be fine.

But. Even so.

Talking with Sayaka was different from talking with Makoto. It felt closer to her conversations with Junko, in a way. Sayaka was undoubtedly a better person than Mukuro— but she didn’t think she was. She didn’t shy away from the ugliness of humanity. It was almost ironic, for someone as beautiful as an idol.

Mukuro closed her eyes. It wasn’t being selfish if she said yes, was it? After all, it would make Sayaka’s despair even greater in the end.

“I’ll be your friend, for real. So if I kill someone, it won’t be you!”

Sayaka gave her a queasy smile. “I need to apologize to Makoto.”

“Huh? Are you actually going to tell him?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive myself if I don’t.” Sayaka took a deep breath.

Mukuro watched her collect herself. It looked less like she was pasting fake emotions on her face, like she’d expected, and more like she’d somehow summoned hope from deep inside of her, despite everything.

“Will you come with me?”

“Of course. That’s… What friends do, right?”

Sayaka nodded. “Thank you. For everything.” She reached out with one hand and slowly, gently, cupped Mukuro’s cheek.

Mukuro barely controlled her flinch. Sayaka’s fingers were warm against her skin. She exhaled, melting into the touch. She couldn’t bring herself to meet her eyes, but it didn’t make it feel any less intimate.

“I think you’re the one who gave me hope. Or maybe it’s more like… You helped me give myself hope.”

“Me?” Mukuro couldn’t help herself from responding incredulously. The irony was probably making Junko collapse into a fit of giggles. She felt a guilty sort of thankfulness that she wasn't here to point it out.

“I’m sorry, was that weird?” Sayaka withdrew her hand.

Mukuro impulsively reached out and grabbed it. “No. I don’t think so at all.”

Their fingers intertwined. They were holding hands, Mukuro realized.

The idea of them being friends… And maybe Makoto being their friend, too… It made something bright well up in her chest. Something she wouldn’t allow herself to name, but that’d she cherish anyway. It would be her secret.

“Let’s go right now.” Sayaka said. Her entire body was tensed in determination, like a soldier about to enter a battle they knew they had to win.

Mukuro smiled. “Mmhmm! I think I know just who to set him up with now once we escape.” Sayaka laughed. “You can’t just say things like that… I still don’t know when you’re joking!”

…A little hope would just make despair even more brilliant in the end anyway, wouldn’t it?

#danganronpa #ikuzono #danganronpa au #danganronpa fanfiction #mukuro ikusaba #sayaka maizono #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #trigger happy havoc #dr thh #danganronpa fanfic #dr1 #my writing

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cutegirlmayra · 3 years

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My first GoChi prompt~

Dragon ball AU - Chichi x Goku

Prompt:

Besides just being a delinquent example to our sons sometimes... I feel Goku really does say some of the most kindest things.

Well, you wouldn’t believe me unless I gave you an example, right? Haha! Guessed right!

It all started on a sunny day when Goku and I went on a drive~

Chichi’s lips are flapping at the wind pressure blasting her back against the passenger’s seat as Goku wildly drives in odd zig-zags that look dangerously close to causing a serious accident.

“Goku! Other way! No, that way!” - “Which way was the lake, Chichi? All this turning is making me dizzy! Haha!” - “You blockhead, watch out for the trees!”

Goku smiled and closed his eyes, exercising his arm in a happy-go-lucky expression as he rotated it to the side of him. “No worries, Chichi! I’ll just knock it out of the way if it comes too close.”

“You’re the one coming close and we will not be punching our neighbors trees!” She gripped the sides of the car, wondering why on earth she spent the last of their savings on getting a car that could retract it’s top down.

In all honesty, she thought that with her boys getting so big, and with Goku consistently wrecking things... she just wanted something less expensive so if he broke it, she wouldn’t worry too much about the cost of fixing it.

“Oh, oh!” she had slacken back down in her seat with a sigh at her poor, grandmother nerves now before excitedly standing up in the car and removing her seatbelt, pointing cheerily to the lakeside. “That’s it! That’s where they saw the giant fish!”

“Ohh, really?” Goku leaned his head to see over her better. “Wow..! I can’t believe our fights created such big craters! And after all so long, they’ve turned into giant lakesides!”

Chichi beamed a grin to him, but kept back her shaky comment with a bead of sweat dripping down her face. “Heh...heheh... yeah... world-destructive battles are just great on a planet that can survive practically extinction.” she muttered to herself, but still leaned her head out as Goku pulled over but braked too hard and she went flying out.

“Ah! Chichi!” He flew out of the car, basically teleporting, and caught a leg as her face still planted against the ground. “Are you okay..?” He pulled her up as she looked a bit exhausted by the endeavor of ever having a ‘nice quiet drive’ with her family.

“I’m fine~” she groaned out, but Goku politely hoisted her up on his shoulder, steadying her there. “Sorry, Chichi. I guess even though I don’t crash anymore, I still gotta work on my aim. Adjusting my power is getting a bit tougher recently with all the special training I’ve been doing. It makes it harder to see and spend time with you too.” He tilted his head with yet another kind smile.

Chichi looked down, some dirt still on her face, but smiling at his sincerity with love.

Don’t think that’s the best he can do, now! My Goku has gotten a lot more sweeter over the years too~ I remember when he first came back from being dead, it was late in the night and I was worried about so many things… Goku didn’t hesitate to give me a sign of his affections though… although I would have rather flowers but giant snapping dragons with ribbons on them were a decent second to say the least!

Well, my memory can be faulty at times. But there’s been many times I’ve felt like the strongest man in the world’s wife! Let’s continue with some of his more, charminger, moments~

Goku set Chichi down as she started setting up a picnic, looking over at him as she spread out the blanket and wondering what he was thinking about, seeing him grip his belt and look out over the water with a serious expression all of a sudden…

He wasn’t one to really contemplate that hard, at least, unless something was seriously wrong. Pricking at her heart strings, she wondered if there was something he wasn’t telling her again… Maybe another giant battle was coming… or maybe he was just hungry?

“If you stare at the lake too long, you’ll never find those fish.” Chichi teased, sitting elegantly on her knees and with her hands in her lap. “Hehe~ You can’t watch a clock either, we’ll bring plenty back for the family dinner! Ah~ It’s been so long since I’ve cooked for everyone! I’m thrilled that unnaturally alien fish have been growing here so we can clean the environment but also have a lovely meal with the family!” She wasn’t expecting that turnout, but if it meant more time to be a ‘normal’ family, she was willing to prepare at whatever cost to make it happen!

Goku just lowered his head, still thinking…

‘Now that is strange,’ Chichi pouted her lips and blinked a few times in confusion, ‘Normally, I can read him pretty well.’ she tilted her head, “Goku? Is something wrong?”

“Emm… Nothing’s wrong, Chichi, just thinking.” Goku looked back at her and gave her yet another open-mouthed, goofy grin. He put his hand behind his head, laughing, “Just thinking about the lake and the sky, is all!”

“Oh? That sounds rather admiring of you.” She wasn’t quite aware that he took time to enjoy the nature and scenery around him. “What’s so special about it? Doesn’t it look just like any lake and sky?”

“...Well… It probably will sound stupid.” He raised his head up, and she knew this was going to be riot. Whatever it was, she giggled sweetly and nodded to him.

“Alright, you big lug, tell me what’s so stupid.” She encouraged, with her own flavor of sweetness. She eyed him tenderly as he looked back at her, and looking into each one of her eyes, lowered his raised hand and itched his nose, as though playing demure.

“Ah, it’s nothing. Really, Chichi.”

“Oh, don’t start that!” Chichi patted the ground by the blanket. “I don’t care what anyone says, you’re not a fool who can’t have his own opinions and thoughts! Even if you aren’t very well educated, you still know the most important lesson in life!”

Her ‘matter-of-factly’ spoken words intrigued him, as he came to hover over to her and then plopped down quite swiftly. His action made wind whirl up and she had to adjust her hair and keep herself seated--”Oh!” she caught herself from being gusted away, but continued to smile like a doting wife.

“But, Chichi… you call me dumb sometimes.” He mentioned innocently.

“I call you a dumb sweetheart.” She stuck her nose up in the air, as though defiant.

“H-how’s that any different?” He looked nervous saying that, but she pinched his cheek and watched him flail a bit in her grasp. “A-ah-wah! Chichi, that hurts!”

“Because I’m your wife, that’s why!” she released her cruel hold on him and then scooted closer to him, cuddling up and leaning on his large, muscled chest. “Now then~” She went back to being her own personal brand of affectionate. “What’s so great about the sky and sea that it takes your attention away from your adorable wife?” she cooed.

“Uhh… the fact that it reminds me of you, I guess.” He relaxed and leaned back, letting her lean on him and holding them both up with his arms keeping them from both falling back. “The sea reflects the sky… or does the sky reflect the blue of the sea?” he wondered, “The lake is so small, kinda like an eyeball.” He then looked down at Chichi, seeing her intently listening to him, her eyes looking up to him. “If I’m the sky, then I can see my reflection in your eyes, Chichi.” He commented, but then looked away as her eyes began to twinkle as though he had swept her off her feet. “But then… doesn’t that mean I reflect you in me? The sky has clouds, which are parts of the sea. Does that mean… even though I don’t know if you can see me in you, that there’s still a piece of you that’s always with me?”

“Oh, Goku!!!~” Chichi charged into him in a tight embrace, almost pushing him back if it weren’t for how his arm was like a steel beam, and wouldn’t knock him over no matter how hard she tried.

“W-woah, Chichi! Are you mad?” he kept one hand extended out and away from her, mostly due to surprise and confusion.

“No, you silly idiot!” she had tears in her eyes, “I just love you so much, you goof!” she tried to hold back her tears but he just blinked down at her.

Then, a smile slowly swept over his face and he sat up, sitting indian-style and embracing her tenderly back, careful to not hold her too tightly.

“I love you too, Chichi.”

And now, you’re all jealous of how good My Goku is!~<3 Well, admit it! He’s the best husband in the world! We did end up catching some giant and ugly alien invading fish, but they and their eggs sure did taste good at our family dinner~

Goku once told me he had thought back to the first day we met… okay, fine, I gave him a friendly knock on the head for him to think harder about that time, and he finally told me how he really was glad he met someone like me. I asked if he had met any other girl he may have married if she had been more adamant about it like I was… I was,... ehem, going through a bit of a phase--but Goku has always held me close, and said the same thing.

“No matter what, I love you, Chichi.”

Now here’s your tissues, cause that’s what love is, people!!! And none of you are ever taking my Goku, or our beautiful family, away from me~

Goku and his family pose for a group picture, and right before the flash and while Goku was leaning down over Chichi’s shoulder to throw up a ‘peace sign’ and grin widely, Chichi jumped up and kissed his cheek.

His face was priceless, a look of innocent surprise, which she framed in her kitchen. Now, whenever she cooks, she opens the window and looks out over the sky… she always gets sad if there aren’t any clouds… but remembers how Goku sees the world… that in her eyes, he’ll always be there, smiling back and saying, “I love you, Chichi.”

#dragon ball #chichi x goku #Gochi #GoChi prompt #cutegirlmayra #son goku #dragon ball prompt

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twoshadesofcanadianflag · 3 years

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Midnight (Nemuri Kayama)xFem!Reader - Ballroom Date

Here's something silly I wrote for a sweet little bean who has been blessing me with commissions for the past two years. I hope it was allright. ✌️😊💖💖💖

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"Honey, that brow won't obey by cussing at it."

"It's the last chance it gets before I bring out an axe."

“Honey, we don’t own one.”

“I’ll make it happen.”

Nemuri couldn’t help her giggles, glancing at your battle from her periphery. You’d both spent the better part of an hour preparing for tonight and usually the simple act of putting on make-up wouldn’t have posed too much of a problem for either of you (and obviously not for Midnight). And, ironically, while today’s look was certainly more extravagant than what you were used to, taming the additional flare wasn’t even the part that gave you trouble! Infuriatingly enough, it was the defining and filling out the eyebrows that decidedly seemed to elude your skill right at the worst possible moment. Of all things…… You swore you had done them atleast enough times that it had absolutely no business being this difficult. The snickering sounds from your girlfriend did not help.

Nemuri did try to keep her focus on her own task of the eyeliner (or just not stabbing her cornea with the damn thing), but it was beginning to prove very near impossible. She turned to you, a soft smirk on her lips as she snatched the brow pencil from your hand and cradled your jaw in her palm, a soft command for you to turn. "Excuse me, miss, I'm going to have to ask you to lay off your attack. Such ferocity on that beautiful face borders on a felony and I’d positively loathe to take you into custody right before the lovely date I was promised."

“Know what? Just for stress relief, I really wouldn’t mind your way of custody right about now.”

“_____, don’t tempt me. We’re on a time limit here.”

“I was talking about knocking me out cold, but whichever works for you, darling.” You grinned, earning a sharp poke smack dab on the center of your forehead.

“Oh? Then push it at your own peril.”

Despite your sigh, you smiled, closing your eyes as you relaxed against her touch. "Thank yooooou, Nemuri." You laughed, "Phew boy, off to a delightful start. This is what I pay for fancying it up."

A gentle smile rose to Nemuri’s cheeks, curling the supple cherry lips as she continued to work on your face with a huff. “Oh hush, happens to the best of us. I’m sure I wouldn’t be even a quarter as good at face-painting if it wasn't literally a part of my hero image. By now it’s probably so hardwired into my spine that my hands will try to do winged eyeliners in my sleep and I’ll poke my damn eye out.” She mused, leaning close to your face as she switched to apply your eyeliner. “With my luck, anyhow.”

You hummed, surrendering with a soft smile as you allowed Nemuri to finish the rest of your face. You both still had clothes to strapple into and hair to wrangle into shape, so any time saved was precious in your book.

And Nemuri would be first to admit it that she couldn’t wait to see you, in the finished ensemble and with that glowing smile of yours, in the moody lighting of the dance floor.

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It had felt like such a weird and very much extra idea at the time, back when you had suggested the idea of ballroom dancing to Nemuri. It certainly didn’t occur to you before and Nemuri was stretched so thin already as she was, what with balancing her teaching duties and hero work, that she rarely had the energy or the brain power left for much else besides snuggling up beside you whenever the time allowed.

And neither of you would trade these moments for the world. Especially how endearing Nemuri was out of her extravagant and strict hero persona and in her cuddly PJs, hair an adorably messy floof and with that positively dreamy look she got whenever you kissed. Her cheeks a precious shade of rosy, her eyes hooded and ever so slightly glistening, her lips parted just the tiniest bit, the way she had difficulty finding her words, the way she clung to you as if in fear that she’d drift away if she let up for even a moment…… As alluring as her dominating streak was, seeing the unshakably beguiling Nemuri, with her iron-clad confidence and unfaltering poise, become putty in your hands to such a degree was equally breathtaking in your humble opinion.

And so, while these moments were lovely indeed, the idea had come to you as you’d wondered if the two of you could find something different to do together. It had also been a while since you had gone to a proper date, so when you brought her the idea to visit the practice of one of the dancing clubs nearby, it was a welcome breath of fresh air in-between your hectic everyday lives.

While it did come with the usual trappings of any type of dance (i.e, borderline brutal exercise, needle-like precision, getting the hang of body awareness and how to make your body move in specific ways that felt so weird or difficult to grasp at times), it quickly became almost addicting. The rush as you'd immerse into the music and the movement felt very near natural, the interplay with each other when you could play out the moods of different songs --be it the passionate and aggressive nature of paso doble and tango, longing with a tinge of melancholy in waltz or the playfully romantic swing and contemporary pop-- the level of exhilaration was always palpable between the two of you.

And so, here you were: at the ball hosted by your fellow dancer Hirano-san, in celebration of All Hallow’s Eve. You’d laughed when she insisted it to be called that instead of Halloween, but you had to admit it was atleast a nice little change to have it be something a little fancier in contrast to all the cheesy (if cute) decorations and themed items stores pumped out seemingly left, right and center. Right behind the Christmas themed stuff, of course.

This fanciness extended to the dress code as well; Nemuri had really gone all-out with her dress that, while flared, hugged her curves in just the right ways, glimmered in soft tones of tangerine and rose-gold and with sparkling skin-tight black sleeves and a hem that reached just past her ankles. Topped with her hair on an elegant, high bun and glimmering hair pins and she was positively a vision for the eyes. You almost felt modest in your long, black number that just about reached your calves and flared only slightly: you’d learned the hard way to not wear too form-fitting bottoms after slipping on your heels and into a split (the team certainly wouldn’t let you forget it even if you tried) and too flowy garbs seemed to always tangle with you and trip you on your face instead. You never knew just how much survival stradegy could be involved into dancing…...

Simple or not, it did make for a nice, sleek contrast though, filling you with a sense of pride when you’d walked into the ballroom arms linked, collecting the stares of the entire room.

“And there they are!! Trust Kaya-chan and _____-chan to make a grand entrance fashionably late.” Hirano-san chuckled loudly as she approached the two of you, hugging the both of you tightly before lifting her hands on her hips with a playful huff. “You almost make the rest of us look bad, hopefully there’s enough spotlight left for the rest of us mortals.”

“Perhaps you ought to earn that spotlight, eh?” Nemuri grinned, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “Fate favors the bold and all that.”

“Excuse you, Midnight, keep that attitude up and you won’t need to expect an invitation next time.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Right as you are, you might not want to test it.”

“Evening to you too, Hirano-san,” You chirped in, moving Nemuri’s arm around your waist instead to have a little breathing room. “Good to see you’ve wrangled in the newbies so well.” Hirano-san sighed in mock exasperation at that, “Sensei really picked the right time to take her sick leave, what in the world would she do without me?” she laughed and gestured over her shoulder towards a group of younger pairs. “I kid, I kid, the new kids are so damn sweet and polite, I’m sure I couldn’t get them to wild it up if I tried.”

“Aww, how adorable!!”

“I mean, we do need a balance for you and the rest, Kaya-chan. Somebody needs to act the classy part.”

“How dare you! I’ll have you know, I’m plenty classy when the situation calls for it!!”

You giggled at the banter of Nemuri and Hirano-san, before walking towards the dance floor. A handful of your youngest pairs already claimed the first turn, the playful notes of swing caressing your ears as you looked on at their performance. You felt so proud of them; many of them had worked to the bone for this night, and seeing even the shyer little beans bounce and skip with confident smiles and playful twirls, it truly warmed your heart. The eyes of one of the boys-- Roromiya-kun’s --met up with yours mid-dance, smiling happily and shooting you an exaggerated wink and a thumbs-up. You chuckled, answering with a peace sign of your own. That little goofball…...

Before you knew it, the song shifted and you could see that mischevious glint in Nemuri’s eyes as she walked up to you, delicately grabbing your hand and lifting it towards her lips.

“Our song has arrived, darling. May I?” She smiled with that low, almost purring voice, kissing your knuckles softly. All the while her eyes were squarely on yours.

You felt the blush coming and the shiver racing up your spine, but you fought it, smirking back.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Game on, honey. You’ll have to do more than that.

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You should’ve expected as much. You really should have, once the song had shifted (a faster type of tango, one of her particular favorites), but the way Nemuri led you in the middle of the dance floor, right into the focus of the lights, took you by surprise against your better judgement. You could feel anxiety rising in your throat; while familiar, this wasn’t a song you had any ready choreo in mind. Some of the other pairs moved to the side and even stopped, eyes trained to the two of you, curious to see what’s next.

And, goodness gracious, was there something to see.

Taking a small distance from you at first, Nemuri gracefully extended her arm towards you, her dress flaring around her like rivers of molten amber. With strong, assured strides she approached, taking your hand in hers as she pulled you sharply against her stronger, slightly taller frame and led you into one swirl after the other across the dance floor. You almost felt dizzy, grateful to be leaning against her during the constant motion. Nemuri’s moves were powerful with her turns and whenever she snuck a glance into your eyes, with that beguiling grin of hers, you felt your legs almost turn into jelly.

The song reached it’s bridge before the final chorus and it was then that Nemuri pulled you into a sharp spin and dipped you down. This pulled a small gasp from you, eyes wide as her strong hand gripped firmly on your back. She leaned down, giving your ear a gentle blow and making you bite your lip to keep in the small moan. “Where did all that spark disappear, darling?” She purred, chuckling against your earlobe. “You’re such an adorable little kitten when you’re like this.”

You yanked yourself out of your stupor, biting your lip as you answered her gaze with your own sharp one. You felt the song climbing towards the grand final chorus and you’d be damned if you let Nemuri have her way with you on this dance floor without making her work for it.

Gripping her hand tighter in your palm, you sharply shifted your positions so it was now you who held Nemuri, pulling her into a gliding movement across the dance floor. You snuck a glance at Nemuri as you twirled her in your arms, unable to help your grin when you saw her wide-eyed for the first time in the night.

Oh, you’ve seen nothing yet.

Just when the chorus reached its peak, you lifted Nemuri up, twirling her in wide circles as your arms held her up by her thighs. Pride swelled in your chest; seems the brutal exercise had paid off because, while not at all easy, you were impressed with just how stably you could hold (the more muscled) Nemuri up so high. You could audibly hear the gasps and cheers around you, though for you, the highlight was absolutely the expression of your girlfriend. Nemuri’s cheeks had gone a bright cherry red, heavenly blue eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, unable to answer the wide smirk undoubtedly splitting on your face.

The chorus started to calm and, with a few sharp turns for good measure, you dipped Nemuri as the song reached its end. The audience you had drawn erupted into cheers and whistles, though neither of you could pay that much attention.

Nemuri looked up at you, her face flushed, eyes slightly glossy, shaky breaths escaping and her chest rising and falling as you held her in your grip; a positively delicious sight that sent throbbing heat pooling down your core.

You leaned down to kiss her ear lightly, a throb racing between your thighs at the shiver wracking her frame.

“The evening’s still young, sweetheart; and trust me, I can do this all night.”

#bnha imagines #midnight x reader #nemuri kayama

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sunaddicted · 4 years

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Flying, Not Falling (ineffable bureaucracy)

Beelzebub watched Gabriel take another dive off of the cliff, body as relaxed as if he had been jogging rather than purposefully hurling himself down a steep rock face and into the deep blue sea, where he would be at the mercy of waves. Of course Gabriel didn't need to breathe and his corporation was strong and exercised enough that swimming back to shore would have been easy for him - he couldn't die either, not really: even if a wave crashed his skull open against a rock, it wouldn't take Upstairs more than a couple of days to issue the archangel Gabriel with another corporation.

Still, Beelzebub thought it was unnecessarily risky and after glaring at Gabriel's first invitation to join him, they had stubbornly rooted themself to the beach towel that refused to stay clean of the sand and had watched every jump with anxiety gnawing at their insides - if they hadn't known better about the correlations between one's feelings and body, Beelzebub would have thought Hell had discovered their relationship with the archangel and found a way to subtly torture them.

Hell didn't know anything, of course: if there was something Beelzebub prided themself on, it was their meticulousness; they didn't leave behind any traces and if that meant there was no way they could keep even the smallest memento of their lover, they had learnt to make their peace with it - their safety was far too important to endanger for something as silly as leaving a mark behind or carrying to their office an offensively nice scarf.

"Are you really sure you don't want to try?"

Beelzebub sniffed at the question, drawing their knees to their chest and if Gabriel read that as a sign of closure... well, good - they didn't intend to change their mind "I said no. And stop flying back to the top of the cliff, someone is bound to see you" and if someone did, then there would need to get damage control done which meant at least one angel snooping where Beelzebub absolutely didn't want them to.

Gabriel let himself fall next to the demon, tugging at a corner of the towel so that he could stretch it towards his face and swipe away the drop of water before the salt in them had the time to crystallize on his skin "I check every time before flying back up"

"Oh yes, your incorporated radar works so well"

"Oi, what's with the mean and passive aggressive sarcasm?" By then, he knew better to attribute it to Beelzebub just being mean; Gabriel had found that the demon prince preferred reverting to cutting words and defence stances before they finally opted for opening up - it had taken him a while to understand but now that he did, Gabriel always was relentless in trying to find out what exactly was hurting or bothering Beelzebub "Is this about asking you to take a dive? Because I've been checking in about whether you've changed your mind just because I think it could be something you'd like" they usually enjoyed being reckless, having their tiny corporation burst at the seams with adrenaline.

"How can you think I would enjoy that" Beelzebub's voice was flat in an attempt at keeping the buzzing at bay - it also made them seem a lot angrier than they were and they didn't want Gabriel to think he had fucked up too badly.

"It's risky, exhilarating, pointlessly fun..."

"It's a fall"

A fall.

The Fall.

Beelzebub hadn't needed to capitalize the word for Gabriel to catch its importance - he just wished he would have understood the other's reluctance before they had had to spell it out for him "Oh"

The demon tightened their arms around their legs, nails digging imperfect moons in their flesh as they turned away from the angel - ashamed to still be so affected by the Fall. Beelzebub hadn't intentionally taken the jump, nor they bragged about having sauntered their way to Hell like Crowley did - they had been pushed, brutal and simple; they had struggled, begged for forgiveness, pleaded for their life as they knew it...

It had all been for nothing.

Gabriel mirrored the other's pose, more to try and connect with them rather than communicate closure - that was how it worked, wasn't it? He wasn't sure, humans had aquired such strange behaviours and so diverse too! It was impossible to keep them straight "Look-" Gabriel turned around in his head what he wanted to say, realised it might have sounded a tad insensitive and reworked the sentence "I don't understand - I was going to say I do but I don't"

"Damn straight you don't" Beelzebub sniffed, their gaze zipping up to Gabriel's face and away - evasive, not wanting to look vulnerable.

"But-"

"No buts"

"But, I would never leave your hand during the jump"

"That's sickeningly sweet"

"I'm going to take that as a compliment"

"Of fucking course you do" they hated it: they hated his confidence; they hated his understanding; they hated his... kindness.

It made them feel weaker.

And while they knew that the archangel wouldn't exploit that weakness, Beelzebub wouldn't stand for it; they smacked Gabriel's arm hard as they stood up, before they balled up their hands at their hips and matched towards the edge of the cliff "Come on"

"Bub..."

"Come on"

Gabriel immediately recognised the tense stubbornness in the other's voice, very well aware of the fact that he wouldn't be able to persuade Beelzebub that they didn't need to prove anything - not to him. Gabriel easily pushed himself up and followed the demon prince "Will you let me hold your hand at least?"

"I'll dismember you if you don't" Beelzebub hissed, grabbing aggressively the already proffered fingers before they gave Gabriel's hand a strong tug, unbalancing him - forcing him to fall like they had Fallen.

Except that the bastard had been right: somehow, with the weight of the other's hand in their own, it felt more like flying rather than falling.

They slipped into the waves, the crash of their bodies against the water insignificant compared to the thundering song of the sea.

(ao3)

#my writing #my fic #ineffable bureaucracy #beelzebub #gabriel #archangel gabriel #beelzebub/gabriel #emotional h/c #h/c #mention of trauma #tenderness #good omens #go

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annppl3juice · 4 years

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It’s a Match ❤ Kirishima x Reader

A/N: Gosh, this is my first time posting something here and I'm so nervous aaaaAAAAAAAA

This is part of a linear story in which the prompts mold the storyline, I’m writing for many others too but not all of them are finished.

Prompt: How did you meet?

Gender Neutral Reader

Hero College AU

Characters are in College so they’re obviously aged up

It all started as a joke, for both of you.

Charlotte, your sister, convinced you to try a dating app whilst you guys were still in Japan. She insisted that you should meet cute guys or gals there, after all, it's not always that you get the chance to have a fling in a foreign country. You looked anxiously at the screen, regretting taking such a big risk, so many dating app stories that end wrong. "Kirishima Eijiro" was the name. The boy has reddish hair and same color eyes, with a thin face and muscular body, it was unexpected that your first match would be such a handsome one.

"OOoooh! He's a snacc!" Your sister thrilled, taking the phone from your hand and going through all the pictures, while making approval or denial noises. "Almost makes me not wanna return to Korea. Catch him!" Another reason not to go through with it, you'd be back in Korea in 3 months, with no time for anything serious. Sure, the whole idea was to have a hookup, but you were more of a hopeless romantic.

"I dunno about this, Charl," you said, looking down with insecurity. Your sister wasn't having any of this, she wanted to see you in a relationship and right now. Being 20 years old and never even kissed was a sin to Charlotte. “It’s dangerous.”

"Yup, but consider: 6 pack!" She pushed the phone too close to your face, with a zoomed picture of the boy's tummy, which she had drawn several hearts around. Your sister has always been more likely to throw herself into situations, more prone to act with her heart and take risks, you, on the other hand, are a thinker.

"Oh right, he can be a fake who kidnaps people, but at least you will have a view of those ripped muscles while he points a gun at me, " you took the phone from her hand, putting on the bedside table. "Mom doesn't even know about it, it's dangerous!" She didn't seem to care, on the contrary, rolled her eyes and growled in annoyance.

"We're like on our 20's you know that, right?" She gave you a look, and besides being right the only reason you survived all those year was preventing Charlotte from acting dumbly. "For a climber, you're such a chicken! Bok, Bok, Thot!" you cringed with fright as she abruptly jumped out of the bed, and started to chicken dance. "Bok, Bok, Bok!"

"And you're so childish, Charlotte," you sighed looking at the phone. You thought that it is true he's handsome, even too much to take an interest in someone like you, maybe he swiped wrong or something like that. Your eyes went from sad to surprised upon hearing the message notification. Charlotte stopped and watched every one of your moves as you unlocked the phone. The text was indeed from him.

"OoOOoh, is it him?" Charlotte asked, Immediately rushing to your side in order to see the messages, the impact almost made you knock the phone down.

"Charlotte!" you scolded her, but she just giggled and quickly took the phone from your hand. Your phone, might I add.

↬ Kirishima: Hey!

↬ Kirishima: You're a fox ;)!

"What a turn-off," Charl stared at you, her smile immediately disappeared and brows snapped together, in an exaggerated display of annoyance. "Bro, who says 'you're a fox' anymore?" she huffed, certainly disappointed that the dream boy was just another Internet pervert.

"See, handsome guys are either weird or perverted! Let's just uninstall this app and..." she wouldn't let you finish, interrupting you by shoving the phone back in your hand.

"Nah way! Let's play along, say you wanna lick him!" the look on her face was almost wicked and you sighed upon hearing your sister's foolish schemes, this was not the way you expected to spend your Friday night. "And send an 'owo' too!"

"Why do I even..."The notification noise caught your attention, and your sister seemed more uninterested now that he started talking, not even looking. "He sent more messages." She snickered.

"If it's a dick pic, send it to me and then block him!" Charl grabbed her phone and laid down, opening her mouth with the tip of the tongue showing for the camera; presumably to publish the picture on some social media with a silly description that would cheer up her 8,000 followers. You felt like an elder every time your sister was traveling to the futility and vanity of the web, where everything looks better than it is, including the guy you were talking to.

"CHARLOTTE!" you scolded her, but she just ignored it and kept taking more provocative pictures.

↬ Kirishima: Hey...I'm so sorry my bud stole my phone!

↬ Kirishima: plz don't get offended that was so not-manly

Your expression soothed at the sight of the text, but still suspicious that it could only be a quick recovery.

↫ You: It's fine

↫ You: Tbh I installed this cos my sis begged lol

↬ Kirishima: Same

↬ Kirishima: I mean almost my buds dared me

He sent a selfie, in which he was on the front with a smile and a sign of peace, on his side there was a blond boy with spiked hair sleeping on a couch, while another one with black hair and a strange shape on his elbows was drawing things on him. Another blond boy - this one with longer hair and a black lightning-shaped streak on it - also holding a marker, but posing for the picture. On the floor there was a girl, with black hair and what looked like headphone plugs as part of her ear, she was on the phone ignoring everything around her. Finally a girl with pink hair taking a picture of the scribbled boy, with a broad smile on her face.

You couldn't resist smiling, it was nice to see so many people enjoying each other. Since you had to move so much, your only friend has always been Charlotte.

"You're taking too long, so I assume it's not a dick pic," she approached to look at the phone, you could see the girl's expression light up again when she saw the picture. "So he's not a fake! Ask him if his friends have a 6 pack too! Ooooh maybe one of them has an 8!" she thrilled.

"You are incorrigible," you rolled your eyes but proceeded to fulfill her request.

↬ Kirishima: My friend asked if your sister's cute

↫ You: My sis asked if ur mates have abs

↫ You: Oh

↬ Kirishima: Oh

↬ Kirishima: LMAO

You and Charlotte jumped on hearing the door being unlocked, your mother wasn't supposed to arrive until later. Charlotte eyes widened and you started typing at a pace that could win a competition.

↫ You: shit! my mom s hom, ttyl.

Kirishima: BUT U DIDN ANSWER IF UR SISTER IS CUTE! - Denki (His nicer friend)

That message was the last thing you saw before you turning your phone off and hiding it under a pillow. Not even the divine forces could prevent the 2 hours scold if your mother knew you were using that kind of app. You managed to act natural when she showed up at the door, but Charlotte froze. You cursed under your breath at recalling what a bad actress your sister is, and thank God being a model didn't require it, otherwise, she would have been fired ages ago.

"Hey, kids, the meeting was canceled...did you behave while I was gone?" your mother asked, throwing herself on the bed with the two of you. "Ouch, my back hurts."

"Well, Charlotte kept begging for candy and stuff, but other than that...and to think she is the oldest." You grinned at both, but eyes fixed on your sister, sending a warning so she wouldn't screw it up.

"T--Totes, momis!"

Even though she stuttered your mother didn't seem to suspect a thing, you sighed mentally, " How about we watch a movie?" [More on the next prompt scenario]

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No Adulting_Part 2

For once it’s not a Killmonger fanfic!! W00t!!

I love him too, but we need more T’Challa and M’Baku stories, if you ask me. To that end, this is a multi-chapter T’ChallaX WifeReader fanfic!

You can find the rest of the parts on my Black Panther Masterlist.

Tagged: @chaneajoyyy

Part 2

T’Challa sat with his arms folded, absently swerving on the chair as he looked at the collage he had put together. He hadn’t glued it yet but something was missing. He looked up at the garden in front of him and a flash of inspiration hit making him chuckle.

T’Challa walked over opened the door stepping outside with the camera in hand. Looking around he began to take photos of the plants.

You had looked up for your customary check on your husband to find him missing. It was then you noticed a gentle breeze and looked outside to find your husband bounding around taking photos of the plants.

He was quite adorable standing back and looking at the scene in front of him. At times he would reach up to rub at his beard in thought. This was going better than you had hoped. You left your marker drawing and took up your sketchbook, deciding to sketch him a little bit.

When you looked up to get another view, he was poking his head inside with a grin that made you know something was up. “Eh, my love. Could you do me a favor?”

You looked at him warily, “And that would be?”

T’Challa beckoned you to him. You put down your sketchbook before walking out the door. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to a section of the garden before placing you the way you want.

Then he grabbed the camera and said, “Pose for me, my love.”

You could help but to lift your hands to your face and giggle. T’Challa took a photo of that making you pout, “T’Challa, I told you I’m not dressed for this.”

T’Challa shrugged, “We can do that on another day off. Have a photoshoot here or something but I don’t care about that right now.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” you asked. You always thought you were awkward in front of a camera. It was hard for you to do sultry moves that you see in magazines.

You tried though making T’Challa wave it away quickly, “Not that. Do that move you do.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. You had a move? “Which one?” you inquired.

T’Challa smiled camera ready, “You know….when you act cute.”

He lifted the camera and watched out the hole as you blinked. “You mean like….”

All of a sudden you switched it on and held up the peace sign beside both of your now cocked head and said some nonsense words in a high-pitched voice.

You heard the camera click as T’Challa laughed, “Exactly. Those kinds of things.”

For the next several minutes you made silly faces for T’Challa to take photos of. At times you also smiled and played with the plants, letting him take photos of that. You were happy to see that he seemed as though he was enjoying it, laughing at your antics.

“I have such a silly wife.” he admonished playfully tucking the latest photo in his pocket.

“Ehh, look I only adult when I have to. This is a day when no adulting is allowed!!” You said dramatically making a pose that T’Challa immediately took a photo of.

He glanced at it as he thought of your words, “No adulting…..I’ve never thought of it that way.” he mused.

“Well, now you know.” you gave a firm nod.

T’Challa pulled out the photos from his pocket and scanned them, “Thank you. I have a nice pile to work from now. These will work.”

“Great! Let me see!” you said reaching out but T’Challa was quick snatching them out of your reach. You pouted as he said, “Can’t see it until I’m done. Go on, now.” he jerked his chin back inside.

“You think you funny…..” you groused your eyes sparkling as you turned and meandered back inside.

Actually, it did give you an idea…

You rushed back to your work station and pushed aside your sketchbook and marker drawing. You got a huge cardstock and went to work.

Meanwhile, T’Challa had gone back to his own workstation with the bunch of photos. Now, he felt he could continue his collaging. The two of you worked in silence for a long while, until this time it was broken by you.

“Ah-ha!!” you cried making T’Challa looked up.

It was a fleeting moment that T’Challa realized that he had gone off into a sense of la-la-land as he was working. Strange….that didn’t usually happen to him much. He would think on his later as he watched you step back from your work station holding a piece of cardstock.

“Ah-ha, what?” he inquired curiously as you walked over to him.

You grinned and flipped the paper for him to see.

T’Challa busted out laughing, “Are you serious?” he asked.

Your grin widened and you nodded once. Twice.

“What are you going to do with that?” he asked eyes sparkling.

You held up a finger for a moment before bounding to the door and opening it. You threw out a ‘Yo’ to the Dora’s on either side of the door as you pressed the paper to the door before closing it. You had already put tape on the back to make it stick.

The two Doras didn’t even blink at this change. However once the door was closed one of them turned her head and looked at it. Her slowly eyebrow raised as the other turned and looked at it as well.

In dark red, pretty writing, it said, “No Adulting Allowed….”

And in smaller writing it said, “....except at a minimum….” with a small cute drawing in the corner.

“..it should be kept at a minimum, thank you...”

The Dora’s exchanged glances their mouths quirking.

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