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shimonerin · 5 months

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Secret Santa w/ the Jujutsu High Students

Content: Giving Itadori, Megumi, and Nobara their favorite gifts Tags: fluff Words: 1.7k

a/n: literally my first time writing again after a year or two and also my first time actually putting myself out there and posting lol I apologize if it's messy or lengthy TvT

Itadori Yuji

I feel like Yuuji would ask for a DVD/cassette collection of his favorite movies and TV shows since he really is a “TV child” and grew up watching those. And also because DVDs/cassettes are not really a thing nowadays, it kind of gives him nostalgia to be watching the same movies he used to when he was younger.

Another thing I think he’d like is a snack basket. Just a basket filled to the brim with sweets and snacks and sodas. Just something he can eat and share with someone while he’s watching his shows.

Yuuji doesn’t ask for much and he’d be completely fine if you only managed to buy one of them or even a completely different gift. I mean, he’s basically going out every weekend in the cinemas and he’s more than capable of buying a few snacks for himself at the store. Everything else is just a bonus.

What he didn’t expect was for you to go out of your way to buy him everything on his wishlist and even gave him a meal voucher to one of the popular ramen restaurants in Japan. You know he likes rice bowls a lot and what’s better than giving him a voucher that’s worth at least three different rice bowls.

“No way! You bought all of this for me?” He exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with stars as he looked over the rack full of DVDs, a large snack basket, and a meal voucher. He could feel the tears well up in his eyes, seeing you make an effort into giving him something special.

You smiled fondly at him, chuckling softly at his lightly pouting face “I might as well, right?” You tell him so casually, as if you didn’t just crawl your way into this man’s heart with your gifts.

Without a second thought, he threw himself at you, wrapping you in a tight, almost suffocating embrace before burying his face at the crook of your neck “You’re so awesome, you know that? I was secretly hoping you were my secret santa.” He murmured softly, which you find extremely endearing. Nobara and Gojo snickered behind you and you knew you’d find yourself in the middle of another teasing session over the next few days.

As soon as Yuuji let go of you, he grabbed both of your hands, holding it in front of your chest “We should definitely stop by that ramen restaurant later! You’ve only been there once, right?” He suggested as he shook your hands excitedly like a child.

As much as he wanted to hang out with his friends this Christmas, he didn’t want to miss out on some one-on-one time with you. He’s basically begging the universe for it so he wouldn’t trade it for the world or for an extra day of training. That can wait.

Megumi Fushiguro

I feel like Megumi isn’t even interested in joining Secret Santa. Poor boy was just forced by Gojo and Itadori lol. As he’s not interested in receiving any material gifts anyways, at most he’d probably just ask for a book.

He didn’t even give you any specific book he’d want you to buy so you had to ask Gojo “Oh, he’s not really into fantasy books, if that’s what you’re thinking,” He tells you as he leaned back onto the sofa “He’s leaning more towards nonfiction novels. Like the classics, you know?”

Heading straight towards the bookstore after training hours, you decided to go for “In Praise of Shadows” by Junichiro Tanizaki, simply because the title reminded you of his cursed technique. Though, the synopsis for the book isn’t too far off from his tastes.

Giving him only the book felt empty so you decided to look for mini figurines for his shikigamis at a nearby pottery shop. You wanted to give him something to symbolize his immense care for these animals, which was one of the things you loved the most about him. In the end, you had bought a total of 10 mini clay figurines. You placed it alongside the book inside a neat box with Japanese wrapping paper and a small bunny origami that resembles one of his shikigami on top to finish it off.

When it was time to give your gift to Megumi, he was quite impressed with the way it was wrapped but kept his reactions to a minimum “Ah, thanks.” He’d say, with a hand behind his neck

Only when he opens his present will you see the visible change in his expression. He pulls out the book and the mini figurines of the Divine Dogs, his gaze darting all over it in subtle fascination.

You purse your lips, tilting your head slightly “Do you like it?” You asked him, albeit a little nervously.

“Hey! Say something, won't you?” Nobara shouted, crossing her arms at the boy “Don't just sit there and stare!”

Megumi lifted his head off your bundle of gifts as he gazed back at your smiling face, a sudden feeling of happiness swelling in his chest but he kept it in.

“It’s…nice. I like it.” He spoke quietly, as if he’s only talking to you, blocking out all of the other sounds around him “You shouldn't have bought so much.”

He wanted to say more than that but his real feelings can't be summed up in a few words and he didn't want to come off so cheesy in front of his friends.

You laughed in response, waving off his words “No, no, I want to! You seem so indifferent with Christmas and I just wanted to give you something to smile about!” You lightly teased him, knowing you would have loved him either way.

At this point, Itadori and Nobara were forcing Megumi to smile for you as a joke, poking and prodding at his cheeks like they always do.

In the middle of the teasing session, you could definitely make out a small genuine smile from his otherwise stoic face, one that's easy to miss if you’re not looking closely enough.

Later that evening, when you finally got home, you received an unexpected call from Gojo, saying “Hey, just called to tell you Megumi loved what you gave him.” He tells you “In fact, he’s arranging those figurines you bought him at his bedside table.”

Without a second thought, you could hear Gojo put his phone closer to Megumi’s room, as the faint sound of soft clashes of wood on wood fills your ears.

Gojo puts himself back on the call “Oh, and the book that you gave him? Yeah, he started reading it on the way home. Looks like you really got him this time.”

You couldn't help the smile slowly spreading across your face like a child “Really?” You say, trying not to let your voice give out what you're feeling “That’s…that’s great! Tell him to cherish it for me, Gojo-sensei!”

Unbeknownst to you, you were on speaker the whole time.

Kugisaki Nobara

Oh it was anxiety-inducing to think of what to give to Nobara. She’s a girl who knows her worth and knows exactly what she deserves. And while that was an aspect of her personality that you love and admire a lot, there’s only so much that you can do with your allowance.

Her wish list states that she wanted stylish clothing, accessories, or anything that looks good on her, given how much she loves shopping. Of course, she didn’t ask for Balenciaga or Onitsuka Tiger. She’s not that delusional.

But you can’t help as if every gift you’d think of wouldn’t be good enough for her. You only wanted to give her the best things because that’s when you’ll see her smile the brightest. And you’d probably do anything to see it on her all the time.

Over the weekend, you made a plan to go to Shibuya, going straight to the popular fashion mall, Shibuya 109. Entering one of the more affordable clothing chains in the establishment, you purchased a cute, oversized graphic tee for her. You also decided to buy her a box set of accessories like hairpins, bracelets, chains, and scrunchies.

Buying one last thing for her with the money that you have, you go to a local chocolatier and order a box of macaroons. Nobara has always been a fan of sweets, after all.

On Christmas Day, when it was your turn to give your gifts, you glanced towards Nobara who was sitting beside you before handing her a beautifully wrapped gift with a ribbon on top.

“Merry Christmas, Nobara. You’re gonna love this.” You’d sweetly say as she widened her eyes, delicately loosening the ribbon string.

As soon as her eyes landed on the top you bought for her, chic accessories, and the box of macaroons, she couldn't simply contain her excitement.

Her eyes were basically stars as she immediately tried on the shirt, twisting and turning to see how it looked “(Y/N), this is gorgeous!” She exclaimed

Opening the box of accessories next, she quickly tried on the hairclips and wore the bracelets, hurriedly trying them on all at once “Where did you buy all this? It honestly looks so good.” She asked you, a wide smile plastered on her face

You scratched the back of your head and grinned “I…I honestly went to Shibuya this Saturday. I thought I might find you something different from the shops there.”

She immediately dropped everything she was holding and perked up in interest “And you didn't bring me with you? That would have been the best Christmas gift you could give me!” She says, her warm hands immediately wrapping around yours “Then maybe you shouldn't have spent all your money on me. I heard some stores there are so expensive.”

Your grip on her hand tightened into a gentle squeeze “You don't need to worry. I got my money's worth so it’s okay, really.” You reassured her.

You could see the tears forming on her eyes, only for her to wipe it off as she pouted “Well, at least let me share my macarons with you!” She tells you before picking one from the box and feeding you a strawberry cream-filled flavor macaron.

Nobara made a promise to be the one to take you to Shibuya next time and even go as far as to spoil you, even when you told her not to.

How could she not? She’s so picky with everything but you’re the only one who seems to pinpoint her tastes so well. She’s never met anyone who could match her as good as you do so she’ll make sure to return the favor.

Happy holidays x

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archoniluthradanar · 9 months

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A Night at the Drive-in with the Volturi masters

A Night at the Drive-In with the Volturi masters

Summer fun with the Volturi masters series

Volturi masters x Reader

Some smut, but they're mates after all.

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It had been awhile since you had taken a group trip with the masters, and you missed them. Now that you were officially Marcus' mate, perhaps Aro thought you didn't need your little outings anymore. You had read an article in a magazine about one of the few remaining movie drive-ins left in Italy. It intrigued you because you had lived on the cusp of their existence. You would go to one of two that were in your home town with friends during high school. You'd all chip in for pizza and cans of cold soda so you could skip the snack bar altogether, unless you happened to run into other friends enjoying the Friday night ritual.

Then it all changed when walk-in theatres were born. Both drive-ins in your home town were still open, but one served as a flea market on weekends. You ran to find Aro to see if he might be interested in going. And if you had your way, it would be in his roomy Bentley. You knock on his office door, opening it when you hear him say 'Come in.'

"Good morning, my dear. Do you need something?" Aro asked, looking up from the papers lying on his desk.

"Aro, I was wondering, if you would still be interested in experiencing bits of being human." You sat down on the chair facing him.

"What have you in mind?" he asks you, curious.

"I read that there is still a real movie drive-in...in Milan." You mumble the last two words, but Aro hears it, of course.

"Milan!"

"It's only a four hour drive, and none of you has to sleep. I'll nap in the back with Marcus. As long as we get there before dusk, we'll be on time. After the film is over, you can drive us back home where I'll go to sleep for two days."

The Volturi master looks at you, seeing your eagerness expressed in your eyes. "Two days. Oh very well, my dear. And what is the film?"

"It's nostalgia night, so they're showing an older American film, '2012'. It'll be in Italian, but I've seen it so many times, I know some of the lines by heart, and the basic storyline too."

"You've seen it?"

"Oh yes, I never missed a good disaster movie."

"Ah, so this film is about a disaster?" Aro asks you.

You smile and reply, "If you consider the end of the world a disaster, I guess so."

"I'm sure Caius will thoroughly enjoy it then," Aro says, rising from his chair.

He puts his arm around your shouders as he walks you from his office and down one of the corridors.

"But, Aro, don't you ever worry about the end of the world for vampires? I suppose if it were a pandemic, it wouldn't harm your kind, but with your food source wiped out..."

"I see your point, my dear. What cannot harm us, can still end up killing us."

"Well, while we watch the film, you can tell me what would and would not kill you."

"Yes, yes, dear one. Now get the things you will need, and we will leave this afternoon."

"Hmm, I'll need a pillow and blanket, and some snacks. I'll see what the chef has in the way of leftovers. Thank you, Aro." You give him a tight hug and run off to the kitchen before the chef has left for the night.

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The drive to Milan was uneventful, and you were soon at the drive-in. Once Aro paid, the car was waved in. You showed him where to go to park the car.

"Just park next to the sound post. Open the window part way, then pull the speaker in through the window and hang it on the glass." Once the sound was tested and you heard it working, you sat back and praised Aro for managing another human job.

Aro raised an eyebrow at your comment, not sure if he should feel insulted.

The movie starts and everyone goes quiet while watching. It isn't long before the foreshadowing of the major disaster begins.

Since you had been relegated to the back seat with Marcus, you decided to educate him on the etiquette of going to a drive-in and not watch the movie. Snuggling against him, your hand slipped up to his neck and circled around it. You looked up into his face when he turned to you, pulling on his hair gently. He complied and lowered his head to capture your lips with his own. When you were unable to hold in a moan, Caius turned around and glared at you both.

"Is that why you wanted to come here?" he asked, annoyed. "And why are you dressed in your sleepwear?"

"Tradition, Caius. You wear your pajamas to the drive-in. Well, children do, but I wanted to tonight." You glare back at the blonde vampire. "Why don't you be a darling, and go get me some popcorn and a Coke from the snack bar. Please?"

"You brought snacks. Why do you require more?" Caius demanded.

"Brother, be quiet. I'm watching the movie," Aro says, hushing Caius.

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe because I want popcorn. And I can't have popcorn without Coke. I don't query you about your eating habits, Caius." When your tormentor smirks at you, you know your leg is being pulled. "You're missing the part when California falls into the ocean."

Marcus's hands were not still, while you were trying to find a way to get rid of the other masters, if only for a bit. "You could go with him, Aro. Mingle with the humans, check things out. For about twenty minutes?" You laugh when Marcus' fingers tickle you. You see Caius scowl.

"Why are you so unhappy, Caius. You got to sit in the front seat. What more do you want?"

"Alright, if we go to the snack bar, may we partake in a snack ourselves?" Caius asked playfully.

You had thrown your head back when Marcus began kissing and sucking on your sensitive neck. Distracted, you replied, "Mmmm...sure, Caius. Just be sure to hide the evidence."

Caius looks at Aro, shocked. "She doesn't care!"

Once the pair of vampires left the car and headed for the snack bar, Marcus begins to kiss you, his hands sliding up under you nightgown, seeking your breasts.

Your hands are not still either, and move to Marcus' lap, stroking the hardened length you can feel through the fabric of his slacks. You like the roominess of Aro's Bentley, and take advantage of the space, by lifting up your nightgown and straddling Marcus' lap. You slide down the zipper, and with Marcus' help, you manage to slide his slacks off his hips.

Since you're already wet with desire, Marcus slides into you easily. You gasp, but urge him to thrust deeply into you. Your hands grip his shoulders while you ride your mate. You kiss him while his hands are on you, squeezing your breasts, the nipples taut. Your fear of Aro and Caius returning spurs you on, as you take Marcus inside you. Finally, you lean into him while you kiss his neck. You try to hold in the groans so as not to alert the occupants of the neighboring cars. Your inner muscles grip Marcus' cock, you feeling the cold emission as he fills you. You know you will have bruises by morning, he grips your body so hard.

You sit on your mate's lap, waiting to come down from your sexual high, your heart beating hard.

"I love you, il mio cuore," Marcus whispers to you.

"I love you, Marcus, and I always will," you say.

You rise up off his lap, and set your nightgown to rights. And just in time.

When Aro and Caius returned, Aro took his place behind the steering wheel, while Caius opened the back door, forcing himself next to you, not that you minded sitting closer to Marcus, but you wondered what in the hell Caius was doing.

Caius smirked, unseen by you in in the darkness. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, making Caius feel like teasing you all the more.

"Your popcorn and Coke, princess," Caius says with such exaggeration, it makes you laugh.

"Thank you, my slave," you reply, stifling your laughter.

"Your what?" the blonde says a bit too loudly.

"Brother, you're attracting attention," Aro warns.

"My 'mistress' demands my attention, brother." He leans over, grabbing your chin and kissing you. You melt into the kiss you know is Caius' way of teasing you, but you were not Marcus' mate back then.

Marcus feels protective of you and grabs Caius' wrist. "Brother, shouldn't you go back up front?"

You give Caius a wink when he opens the back door and gets out. He jumps into the front seat and goes back to watching the movie. You see Yellowstone blowing up, and wonder what Aro thinks of it.

"Aro, has anything in the film shown to be a danger to your kind, in a truly fatal final-death kind of way?" you ask, while eating the popcorn and drinking the soda.

"Most of the disasters would not be fatal as long as land remained. The fire would be a problem, however," he pointed out. "And the loss of so many humans could be an issue, for obvious reasons, dear one. Fortunately, our kind do not come close to outnumbering humans, and you do breed prolifically."

The whole get-to-the-arks scene comes and goes, and soon, the film is over.

You've fallen asleep on Marcus, right in the middle of you two discussing the film. His arm encloses you within its comforting circle, making you unconsciously snuggle closer, the blanket wrapped around you. He kisses your forehead and whispers endearments to you.

Caius turns around and can't help but smile at you. He may tease you terribly, but he loves you all the same. You are one sister he intends never to lose. He looks at Marcus, who smiles at his vampire brother and nods knowingly. He turns back to face forward and turns the radio on low so as not to completely disturb you.

Marcus brushes his thumb over your lips. "I love you, cara mia."

"I love you, Marcus," you say, before nestling against his cool body.

Marcus leans his head against yours, while you sleep contentedly next to your mate for the ride back to Volterra.

#the volturi #volturi fanfiction #aro volturi x reader #marcus volturi x reader #caius volturi x reader #Drive-ins

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otakusparkle · 1 year

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missyourflight · 9 months

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some stuff i read and watched in august:

good omens (s2): enjoyed this more than s1 bc i didn't have to spend any time at all w jack whitehall, they're very cute

the righteous gemstones (s3): surprisingly affected by the judy storyline lol, judy/bj a true freak romance long may they reign. i miss these idiots already

tour de france unchained: i got hashtag influenced by @eff41 and i'm so glad, watched most of this mouth agape why would anyone put themselves through this etc 🚴

the borgias (s1): how was this 2011 lol, so many awful wigs, one time a bunch of us met david oakes after a play he was in and he was Such a sweetheart, again the wigs are truly so bad, can you imagine the incest discourse if this came out today

the rules of the game: gosford park 60 years before gosford park existed! rich people!! gonna have to watch more renoir bc some of those tracking shots were Wild

opening night: oh my god gena rowlands. as ever i love stories about putting on a show

a few good men: hadn't seen this in years and it's classic sorkin fun (woof at the end tho lol 🦅), everyone's talking so fast, tom cruise is a Star etc, you can't handle the truth!!!

jerry maguire: again, hadn't seen this in years and i'd remembered it as being way more of a romcom when really it's mostly a sports film. the secret garden needle drop is brutally good and it got me Twice, intresting to think about paired w eyes wide shut in terms of cruise performances where he's desperately trying to cover the Void beneath it all. even though it's nonsense the big romantic moment gets me!!!

please baby please: fun sexy queer, i would not have predicted harry melling would have one of the most interesting post-potter careers lol, andrea riseborough!!! should have been a musical probably!!

nicola dinan, bellies: liked this a lot, the dual pov works at showing you both sides' feelings and flaws in a v empathetic way i think

ann patchett, tom lake: putting on a show!! pairs well with sweet sorrow by david nicholls in the bittersweet theatrical romance nostalgia subgenre. our town isn't as much as a thing over here as it is in the states so i'm very glad i got to see the rx production from a few years back - it was beautiful and it definitely helped to be familiar reading this

adam zmith, deep sniff: a history of poppers and queer futures: got reminded by @baking-soda's foray into poppers discourse that i had this sitting on my kindle lol. an odd but enjoyable read - much more of a personal manifesto for pleasure than i was expecting but i'm all for that, could have done without e.g. the extended tangent about a self-published mystery novel?? the star trek bits can stay

freya marske, a restless truth: love a mystery set entirely on a boat, love an f/f romance that's actually hot (if you have any other recs please share ty)

claire keegan, small things like these: absolutely devastating slip of a novella jfc

also i teared up today listening to adrian lester on the shakespeare unlimited podcast so you should listen if you enjoy that sort of thing!

#monthly media #sophposting

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catkyunie · 9 months

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𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟' 𝔸 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 | ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 // 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐? 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏’ 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐’𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

☾ PAIRING: Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

☾ GENRE: Angst, Romance, Fluff, Ateez Lore (mentioned)

☾ CONTENT WARNING(S): None.

☾ WORD COUNT: 1.1K

☾ SYNOPSIS: Threads that became tangled in a web of dreams, overlapping lives and spilling over into reality. A woman whose feet never remain on the ground and a man who is smothered by the ambitions and expectations of himself and others. What will become of the pair as they navigate the worlds of their dreams, untangling the strings of fate that brought them together but, ultimately, threatens to tear them apart? When they wake again, will it be with the memories they archived or will they be plagued by the feeling of nostalgia? Knowing that someone is there, just beyond the reach of their consciousness, but physically untouchable. Only time will tell when they finally meet within their dreams.

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“5,893 won.” said the cashier dully, their attention more occupied with the comic that sat open on the counter before them than the few items you had selected for purchase. Their attitude didn’t bother you too badly, though. To be fair, you were just as preoccupied with the bassline that bumped through your skull from the earpiece in your left ear, your chin bobbing in time with the rhythm as you peeled open your wallet to retrieve a few crisp bills. Placing them face down on the counter and retrieving your bag and drink, you took a quick sip through the straw before motioning to the bills and heading for the door.

“Keep the change.”

With a dismissive wave from the store clerk, you assumed that was all you’d get in the way of a farewell. Shrugging, you shouldered your way out of the little convenience store and out into the brisk night air. Your neighborhood was a relatively quiet one, despite its proximity to the inner city limits. That was why you felt no qualms of unease as you sat on the curb beside your parked bike, taking another deep sip from your cup of cola and digging in the bag for the sangak-gimbap you had purchased. Pulling the plastic away from the triangular rice ball, you bit into the crisp nori and nodded in appreciation at the chosen flavors. Tuna mayo had been tonight’s selected delicacy. One of your favorites. You felt your body respond to the continued tune that played from your headphones as you ate, your bouncing knee and tilted shoulders joining your chin in its continued bobs. There was rarely a time when you didn’t have your music in and cycling through one of your many playlists. You had one for each day of the week, for each feeling you were hoping to either elevate or induce. Tonight’s happened to be filled with synth-heavy city pop, perfect for getting you up and moving and just adding a pep to your step. And that’s exactly what it did.

Taking one last, long pull from the soda, you hopped up to your feet and danced your way over to the nearby garbage can, disposing of your trash with a flurry and spinning into another set of twirls. You laughed out loud as you felt your ponytail whip around your head and tickle your cheeks, your feet seeming to have a mind of their own as they took you around and around. Your eyes closed then as you let yourself fall into the beat of the song, the neon of the convenience store and the dim light of the lamp post acting as spotlights, the parking lot your stage. At that moment, alone on that street corner with just the synths and the bass pumping in your veins, you felt like you could do anything. Music and dance were some of the few things that helped you stay grounded, even though for on-lookers you were as carefree as a bird in flight. And to him, that’s exactly what you were.

Down a way, at the crosswalk that separated a quiet little intersection, was where he had first set eyes on you. Initially, he hadn’t paid you much mind. You were just another body in the endless sea of people that existed in the same space as him, going about your life as he went about his. It wasn’t until you had begun to dance that he found himself pausing, distracted by your languid movements, captivated by your joyous abandon. The smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth, brighter than the lights that cast your shadow over the pavement, was what kept him locked in place. Yes, you were just another person in the mass amalgamation of hopes, wants, dreams, and ambitions, but the way you moved, the unbridled jubilation you unleashed in that lonely corner store parking lot, left him wishing for more.

Just as he had steeled his spine and had taken a step forward, your dance had come to its conclusion. Head tilted back, arm reaching to the stars, your lungs pulling in deep gulps of the evening air. Your brain was buzzing with electricity that shot through your veins, leaving your entire body charged and tingling. It was then that your eyes latched to the wristwatch of your outstretched arm, reading the time and cursing softly under your breath. Reaching into the front pocket of your shorts, you clicked off of your playlist and over a name that had been previously displayed before hitting dial.

“Don’t yell at me, I’m on the way!” you gasped into the open air, the microphone on your earbuds relaying the conversation back and forth. Jogging over to your parked bicycle, you swiftly uprooted the kickstand with the heel of your foot before straddling it, angling it in the opposite direction, and pushing off.

“I had stopped for a bite at the corner store, I’m literally ten minutes away,” you continued. As you tilted yourself onto the sidewalk, in what felt like a still frame from a film, your eyes fell over him and time seemed to freeze. Two strangers in the night, not a word shared between the pair of you, yet your threads had already begun to tangle. And, with the blink of an eye, the moment had passed, and you were cruising down the sidewalk. Though your friend continued to chirp in your ear and chastise you for being ‘late’, your mind was elsewhere. He had been just standing there, facing you, and…had he had his arm raised? Like he was about to speak?

He was the one that now stood beneath the neons of the corner store, eyes fixated on the veil of pin-pricked darkness that you had vanished into. He had to physically shake his head to rid himself of the feelings of deja vu that clung to him as he turned to head back in the direction he had come. It was then that he first noticed it. A small circle of silver, cold and abandoned on the pavement. Tilting his head in question, he bent forward then, retrieving the small object and turning it over in his hands as he inspected it. Upon further observation, it became clear to him that it was a bangle of some kind and that, if he had to guess, it had belonged to you. And there, etched into it's face, read the words ‘Be Free’.

“Be free…” he said under his breath, smiling softly to himself as he tilted his chin to, once again, watch the direction you had gone. Slipping the bracelet over his own wrist, he tilted it beneath the lights of the store and watched as the colors skewed this way and that. Tucking his hands into his pockets then, with one last glance in your direction, the stranger stated with finality as he turned to head back down the path he originally deferred from.

“Until next time.”

☾ AUTHOR'S NOTE: So this idea has been brewing for literal weeks LOL Inception has a special place in my heart and ever since I first saw the MV for it I knew I wanted to write a series based around it, particularly for Seonghwa. It's gonna be hella angsty and it's very much gonna be a hurt comfort sort of fic so, brace yourselves for that. There will also be mentions of ATEEZ lore but it'll only be if you really squint and go looking for it. I had intended for this to be a stand-alone series with no smut planned but, who's to say. I may write a bonus chapter with schmut and this very well may bleed over into things I have planned based on the Halazia MV but, again, who's to say. Anywho, I hope you enjoy it! I may add a tag-list later on, we shall see.

#park seonghwa #seonghwa #park seonghwa x y/n #park seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa x you #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x y/n #seonghwa x you #seonghwa fic #park seonghwa fic #seonghwa angst #seonghwa fluff #ateez fic #ateez angst #ateez fluff #dreamin a dream mini series #ateez lore #ateez inception lore #catkyunie fic

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Vintage Cleaning Tips for Your Home

Vintage cleaning tips, passed down through generations, offer effective and natural solutions to common household challenges. From using simple ingredients found in your pantry to time-tested techniques, these tried-and-true hacks can transform your cleaning routine.

Vintage Cleaning Tips for Your Home

In today's fast-paced world, we often overlook the wisdom of the past when it comes to keeping our homes clean and sparkling. In this blog post, we will explore ten vintage cleaning tips that will help you achieve a spotless and charming home.

Lemon Juice for Gleaming Windows

Harness the power of lemons to achieve streak-free windows. Mix equal parts lemon juice and water in a spray bottle and spritz the solution onto glass surfaces. Wipe with a lint-free cloth or newspaper for a brilliant shine that will impress.

Vinegar for Stainless Steel

Bring back the luster of your stainless-steel appliances with vinegar. Dampen a cloth with white vinegar and wipe the surfaces to remove smudges and fingerprints. Follow up with a clean, dry cloth to achieve a beautiful shine.

Baking Soda for Carpet Stains

Stubborn stains on your carpets can be challenging to remove. Sprinkle baking soda liberally over the stained area and let it sit for a few hours. Vacuum the baking soda, and the stain will vanish, leaving your carpet fresh and clean.

Salt and Vinegar for Brass

To restore the shine of your brass fixtures, make a paste by mixing equal parts salt and vinegar. Apply the mixture to the brass surfaces and let it sit for 15 minutes. Rinse with warm water and admire the renewed brilliance of your brass.

Club Soda for Fabric Stains

Say goodbye to tough fabric stains with the power of club soda. Blot the stain with a cloth soaked in club soda, and gently scrub the area until the stain fades away. Rinse with water and let it air dry for a stain-free fabric.

Olive Oil for Wooden Furniture

Revitalize your wooden furniture with a mixture of olive oil and lemon juice. Combine one part lemon juice with two parts olive oil and apply it to wooden surfaces using a soft cloth. Your furniture will regain its natural beauty and shine.

Toothpaste for Silver Polishing

Bring back the gleam to your silverware by using toothpaste. Apply a small amount of non-gel toothpaste onto a soft cloth and gently rub the silverware. Rinse with water and polish with a dry cloth to reveal the radiant shine.

Cornstarch for Greasy Stains

Greasy stains on fabric can be stubborn, but cornstarch can come to the rescue. Sprinkle cornstarch generously over the stain and let it sit for a few hours. Brush away the excess and launder as usual. Bid farewell to greasy stains for good.

Tea Bags for Odor Removal

Absorb unpleasant odors from your refrigerator or shoes with tea bags. Place a few unused tea bags in a small bowl and leave them in the desired area overnight. The tea bags will absorb the odors, leaving your surroundings smelling fresh and clean.

Newspaper for Shiny Mirrors

Forget about streaky mirrors. Dampen a sheet of newspaper with water and use it to wipe your mirrors. The ink on the newspaper will help remove dirt and grime while leaving behind a sparkling, streak-free shine.

Incorporating vintage cleaning tips into your routine not only offers effective solutions but also adds a touch of nostalgia to your cleaning endeavors. These ten tried-and-true hacks harness the power of simple ingredients and techniques to keep your home sparkling. From the fresh scent of lemons to the versatile nature of vinegar, these vintage cleaning tips offer a glimpse into a simpler era of cleaning. So, embrace the wisdom of the past and let these household hacks transform your home into a pristine and charming haven.

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Quick and Easy Avocado Egg Salad Recipe

Betty White's Famous Sticky Chicken Wings Recipe

Blackstone Flatbread Pizza: Perfect for BBQs

#Household #Cleaning #Home #DIY #Do It Yourself #Budget Friendly #Ideas #Vintage #Frugal Living #Frugal

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fandomsoda · 8 months

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pour one out for the art of dvd menus

remember when movies sometimes had whole mini games or INCLUDED deleted scene compilations and even full director’s cuts?

miss the hell out of that

#text post #soda rambles #soda’s nostalgia posting #nostaliga #2000s nostalgia #2010s nostalgia

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2023 Year End List - #2

Ooh Rap I Ya - George Clanton

Main genres: Baggy, Chillwave

A decent sampling of: Trip Hop, Dream Pop, Synth Pop, Vaporwave, Breakbeat

Okay okay so yeah I'm very late to the whole George Clanton thing. Look you guyz, vaporwave and its adjacent scenes have never really been my cup of tea due to the general over-saturation of super amateur "vibes" artists with no songwriting chops. The gratuitous Japanese has also always reeked of pretentiousness to me. But there's almost always at least one diamond in the rough.

And I know that Clanton is really more regarded as a chillwave artist, and I know that there's a meaningful distinction between these genres, especially since the term 'chillwave' is at least a year or two older. But I guess in my own mind I just kinda put him in with the former, so he wasn't particularly high on my list of things to check out.

That is, until I saw those peculiar genre tags on his latest record and the general praise it got on my favourite insufferable hipster website rateyourmusic.com (sue me bitch). Baggy and chillwave together? Now THAT was something I had to hear.

And it just so happened to turn out that his stuff blew me away completely. Even upon my first listen, this LP had basically already skyrocketed to the number 2 spot on my year end list and managed to hold on for the rest of the year.

Every note off of Ooh Rap I Ya is drenched in a multicoloured neon slush that tastes like pure fifth gen console nostalgia (yes that's the only thing I can recall about the 90s tyvm). A portal to a dimension floating in a solution of sheer serotonin, with groovy baggy rhythms and gooey, acid-y synths. Layers upon layers of unabashed awesomeness condensed into thirty eight minutes that feel like hours of non-stop raving that still somehow ends all too soon.

There's been way more than enough homages in the 21st century paying tribute to 80s synth pop and its related genres. I'm glad that someone out there finally decided that the early 90s British baggy scene and its related "Madchester" club culture deserved a work of similar celebratory fondness. Not that I'm honestly too well-versed in it myself, though hearing this certainly makes me feel like taking that genre deep dive next year.

But like all good throwback revivalism, this record doesn't just rehash the era that it's paying tribute to. There's a lot of contemporary production techniques and ideas being applied here, and it's all filtered through a very post-internet 2.0 chillwave online aesthetics lens. And while sonically it feels incredibly optimistic, the lyrics have definitely been injected with some of the generational existentialism of its time.

Moreover, this basically just kicks ass more than 98% of anything else released this year. The songwriting is tight, the riffs are infectious to no end, the sound design is simply godlike, and Clanton's trippy pretty boy vocal styling blends seamlessly into this genre. It's just some good fucking timeless music that happens to be heavily influenced by a very time-and-place sound.

"Justify Your Life" has a very particular vibe, as though it was written from that headspace you get when it's 2:00 am and you should be tired, but instead your mind is hyper awake and you're up just kinda reflecting on everything over the last six months. The whole thing rides on the wave of a breezy looped guitar feedback sample, taking little plunges into deep plasmatic psychedelics during the chorus. Very chill and daydreamy, but also a little agitated and melancholy.

The torrential, churning feel-good chaos of "Punching Down" is almost enough to make me feel sick. So sugary and whimsical, you'd be totally forgiven if you missed George's lyrics dissing on the subject of the song, who might just probably be himself. The combination of rubbery arcade synths and a blown out drum machine pattern absolutely buries this song in a totally orgasmic collage. Someone shook the soda can and let it spray all over the damn place. Makes my brain go all fuzzy.

"I Been Young" is a quarter life crisis anthem that's musically somewhere halfway between INXS and Chapterhouse. Very boy band meets neo-psychedelia. The lyrics are poignant in a way I think all of us are destined to feel at some point. But there's also a kind of bittersweet, triumphant silver lining at play here, as in "yeah, life is pretty fucked, but look how far you've come!". Clanton does the great big beautiful chorus thing in a way that I've heard very few artists really manage to pull off so cool and effortlessly. Those colossal piano chords are purely divine. No other song this year comes quite so close to the sentimental, end-credits energy that this song manages to emanate from its very core. Insanely potent, and plainly one of the greatest songs of the decade so far.

"You Hold The Key And I Found It" has me swimming downwards in slow motion. This is for the point of the night at the rave for when you're beyond blasted, and you're kind of just absorbing your surroundings, with every second being its own little eternity. More vaporwave than anything else off the record, but this is a brilliant example of the genre's potential when the songs have the right amount of pulse to them.

"Ooh Rap I Ya" glows like little flourescent fishies swimming in an aquarium. Little bit of a new jack swing meets trip hop vibe on the beat here which makes it extra comfy and danceable. Those "ooh rap I ya"s during the bridge that give the album its title are just so sexy and snappy; I believe I've caught myself singing it at random at least a dozen times in the last month alone.

The sluggish closer "For You, I Will" is insane. This. Song. Is. Massive. I can't get over how utterly consuming it sounds, like impenetrable walls being erected towards the sky that obscure the nature of reality. This one simply must be heard on headphones to get the full experience. George Clanton employed the help of Hatchie 💖 to do the backing vocals on this, which I personally thought was a really cute addition seeing as how her 2022 record Giving The World Away was basically the only other prominent LP of the last few years (or decades, more likely) to pay a lot of homage to the 90s baggy sound.

For as consistently brilliant as the album sounds to my ears, I do admit I have one gripe with this record that I just couldn't look past to give it a 10.

The gripe is that "F.U.M.L." to me is just a weaker, simpler take on "I Been Young". I guess the whole ultra-teenage upbeat pop punk "let's chant gleefully about being edgy and depressed" has never really been my thing either (Looking at you Wheatus, grrrrr), no matter how many layers of nostalgia or even irony you try to bury it under. Maybe an uncharitable take, it's still a pretty decent song and production-wise it's excellent, but I have basically no fondness for it when compared to anything else on the LP.

But anyhow, shut the fuck up already Bradley cuz this record is goddamn amazing. Ooh Rap I Ya has very quickly become one of my favourites of the decade - heavily grounded in the psychedelic baggy sounds it derives from, while managing to be so incredibly forward thinking in its maximalist production and songwriting. George Clanton just landed himself at the top of my list of artists to be on the look out for new releases in the next few coming years.

9/10

Highlights: "I Been Young", "Punching Down", "For You, I Will", "You Hold The Key And I Found It", "Ooh Rap I Ya", "Justify Your Life", "Everything I Want"

#album review #music review #list #aoty #year end list #2023 #alternative rock #alternative dance #neo-psychedelia #baggy #chillwave #electronic #dance #ooh rap i ya #george clanton #90s nostalgia #aoty2023 #madchester

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Reason to Live #7599

When nostalgia washes over you from small things like goldfish crackers or a can of grape soda. – Guest Submission

(Please don't add negative comments to these posts.)

#sad #help #hope #reason to live #depressed #depression #empty #alone #mental illness #anxiety #trauma #guest submission #mental health #nostalgia #goldfish crackers #grape soda #memories #experiences

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mericcup month | week 1: movies

find this on spanish here! ¡toca acá para leerlo en español!

(A/N) english is not my first language and this is actually the first time i'm posting my writing translated, so keep that in mind.

just very fluffy mericcup with... a little twist. (no nsfw)

word count: 693

“Adventure is out there!” we shouted, bringing our faces closer together.

She threw her head back laughing, and I tried to keep looking at her in the midst of my own laughter, my narrowed eyes making the task almost impossible.

“You intimidated me the first day we met,” I said, trying to get her attention. And it worked; those turquoise eyes were now looking at me, as she covered her mouth with one hand.” And you made me swear crossing my heart that I would fly you in a blimp to the place of your dreams.“

She peeled her palm from his face.

“Paradise Falls.” She whispered softly, gazing at the floor tenderly. Her nostalgia was mine too.

Gods, I love her.

“You also forcibly joined me to your club and practically broke my arm, but those are only details.” She laughed again and I settled a little more on the bed, trying to look as casual as possible.

Her legs crossed Indian style were very close to mine, facing each other, sitting on what today officially became our married bed.

“You, also,” I poked her “insulted my prosthetic leg, but that's just another detail.” This time she pretended she wasn't amused, giving me an offended shove.

“I remember it very differently”

I ran my hands up and down her legs instead of answering, that white, smooth skin, full of beautiful ginger freckles. They drove me crazy.

“You barged into my club house when I was in the middle of an exploration, and you weren't talking! at all!”

I shook my head in amusement.

“You never gave me room. With that crazy hair” I ran a hand through her curls, tucking them behind her shoulders. “Those medals made out of soda pop caps and those missing baby teeth, which most likely didn't fall out on their own-

She pushed me back, harder this time, making me lay back on the bed.

“Besides, you were... too much. Taller than me, braver, more alive.” She settled down next to me, resting that curly head on my chest. I ignored the heat on my face because, for Thor's sake, we were already married. I took a breath and let it out. “I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you when you left out the window that night, Mer.”

She settled further into me, as if I were a pillow, and we laid in comfortable silence. Just feeling her breathing and mine slowly synchronize. I closed my eyes and hugged her, remembering the time she had announced her presence by tying my blue balloon to a stick and sending it in my direction.

I had never felt so much peace in my life. Now, at this moment, i mean. The night she sent me the balloon I hit my face twice with my own cast and made an oath I couldn't take back.

I didn't want to, anyway.

I don't want to.

“You know, Hiccup?” I answered with a hmm, too comfortable to open my eyes. “My dream was always to go to Paradise Falls, land lost in time," she said the whole name, and as she said it, I did in my mind too. ”But I think I already found another one.”

Before I could ask, she added; “Another dream.” She passed one of her legs over mine, “Kill me for being corny, but being here, in your arms, is my land lost in time. Only we're not lost, because I find myself in you, every day. And I know it's always going to be that way.” I smiled, knowing that our lives had become an adventure since we met, and would be no matter what.

I took the stick I had tied a blue balloon to earlier and stuck it in the ground next to her headstone.

“Adventure is out there, it's always going to be that way, Mer. Let’s go buddy.” I caressed his head and he purred, that beautiful, soft vibration being the only comfort I have left.

Merida DunBroch

Woman, daughter, sister, wife and most importantly: the bravest dreamer this world has ever had the pleasure of knowing

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Komanami Week Day 3: Angst

Summary | Nagito couldn't ever forget Chiaki Nanami. Even after the terror of the Ultimate Despair has ended, it's still hard for him to cope with everything that happened. He still can't believe that she's really gone. He doesn't want to accept it. But, he's forced to. She's not ever coming back to him.

❥ Pairing | Nagito Komaeda x Chiaki Nanami (Ft. Hajime Hinata)

◆ Warnings | Implications of hurting oneself, implications of su1c1de, murder, death, bl00d, and grief

★ Words | 3,315 words

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*This is a repost of my previous entry because it kinda flopped, and I want to repost it. This is also a chance to say that Day 4 is going to be late. I wasn’t happy with the result of it cause I messed up with the prompt, and school is kicking my ass. So this is a way to say that I did post something. Sorry for the inconvenience!*

The night felt colder than it usually did. Like all the usual warmth of the nights of Jabberwock island have been sucked out of the air, leaving a freezing, hopeless wind instead. That very biting wind howled against the starless sky as Nagito sat outside on the beach, sinking into the sand. He was lucky that he was wearing a jacket because it felt like it was winter instead of a beautiful summer night. Then again…if it were a warm night, it might’ve made things even more difficult for him.

The ocean's water felt cold as ice as it crashed against Nagito's shoes, soaking his feet. Combined with the cold air, the icy water made him shiver. Multiple specks of sand were poured over his long dark green jacket, dirtying it with its grainy substance. However, despite all of the uncomfortable circumstances of the beach, he found it hard to focus on anything. Besides...despair-full trash like him didn't deserve to complain about inconveniences like this.

Instead, Nagito was focusing on an item that rested in between the fingers of his right hand. A small familiar-looking white hair clip. It was shaped like a pixelated spaceship from a video game. What was it called again?

"Galaga!" Her voice rang in his head as he found the answer. "It's from Galaga! It's a fixed shooter arcade game where you're controlling a spaceship and you have to shoot down the Galaga forces while trying to avoid enemies and projectiles. I actually got this hair clip from a competition that I won in middle school. I was up against a lot of adults and guys, and everyone thought that I was going to lose the first round. But, I proved them wrong! I got the highest score and broke a new record. Ever since then, people began to call me the Ultimate Gamer."

Nagito could still remember the way she sounded so excited as she described the game and explained how she earned her Ultimate title to him. Her pale pink eyes seemed to shin with so much nostalgia and joy. So much so that it was almost contagious. He remembered her turning to him, an embarrassed smile on her face as she played with a strand of her hair. "Oh...sorry, Komaeda. I was rambling a bit there. It's just...it's so rare for me to actually talk about this to anyone. It made me a little excited!"

Her giggle, sweet-sounding as little bells, still played in Nagito's head as he stared off into the ocean. He held his knees close to his chest as he stared at the hair clip in his hand. How he longed to hear her gentle voice again.

"Come on, Komaeda. Please come with me to the arcade. I promise it'll be fun." He recalled her hands resting on his desk as she tried to convince him to hang out with her.

"I really couldn't, Nanami. I doubt you'll have fun with lowly scum like me. You should ask one of the other Ultimates If they want to come. I'm sure Mioda or Tsumiki or Soda or even Kuzuryu would be happy to come and play video games with you."

She shook her head stubbornly. "If I wanted to invite them to the arcade, I would've asked them. But, right now, I'm asking you, Komaeda."

"Which, I think, is practically insane of you," he countered, laughing. "I mean, come on, Nanami. They're Ultimates! They're super talented with colorful personalities, and they're truly worthy of becoming Symbols of Hope. Meanwhile...I'm just lucky. I'm not at the same level as them. It's insulting that you want to play with lucky scum like me instead of symbols of hope that are just like you."

Her expression shifted into a small pout as she reached over to the table and grabbed his hand. "Don't say that about yourself! I think being the Ultimate Lucky Student is still a great talent even if you don't think so. Besides, you're still a classmate of ours and you are attending Hope's Peak after all. So...surely, you must be just as amazing as everyone else here. At least, that's what I think."

"But...even in some insane logic that your luck isn't considered a talent," she continued. "That doesn't matter. I know that you're still a great guy, Komaeda, even if everyone else doesn't really agree. And, I want to go to the arcade with you. Not with Soda. Not with Mioda. With you. So...please! Would you come with me?"

She leaned in close to him, still having a hold on his hand. Nagito didn't understand it at the time, but he could feel his cheeks heating up as he stared into those beautiful blossom-pink eyes that now held a rare determined spark. Suddenly, as if realizing how close she was, she leaned back and let go of his hand. Her cheeks were flushed with a pale pink.

"Um...sorry. I didn't realize I was getting so close." She sighed in defeat, finally deciding to give up in her attempts. "Well, I guess if you don't want to go, I won't force you. So...I'll just go now..."

She was about to leave before Nagito grabbed her arm. "Wait!"

As she turned around, she was met with a gentle smile on his face. "I changed my mind. Going to the arcade with you will be my greatest pleasure, Nanami. After all, spending time with the Ultimate Gamer is truly an honor!"

Her cheeks were still a rosy pink as she flashed him her signature gentle smile. "I'm glad."

Nagito could never forget that smile. It was always full of a gentle kindness that was directed to everyone she was able to talk to. It was always beaming with such great hope and joy once she had started opening up to everyone in their class. That smile...she directed it at him with so much affection. Love that made him feel like he was actually worth something. That he was worthy of being called an Ultimate. That he was worthy of her...

It was probably the only recognizable feature of her bloodied corpse...

The memory of Chiaki Nanami is always playing in his mind. Everything about her still haunts him to this day. Her gentle pink eyes. Her bouncy mauve hair. Her kindness. Her tranquility. Her passion for video games. Her awkwardness. Her bluntness. Her aloofness. Everything! Every time he looks at her former hair clip, or remembers a trait of hers, or sees something that reminded him of her...he felt a hot stabbing pain in his heart. Like a knife that was dipped in fire was attempting to push through it, desperate to kill him. It was torture!

Sometimes, Nagito would find himself laying awake at night, being reminded of that day. One of the worst days of his life. Blood would paint his dreams as he remembered the cursed video that he was forced to watch and the bitch who made him watch it.

That day won’t leave his mind as if it was refusing to. The day that the embodiment of despair took away the only person who ever smiled at him. The she-devil herself. The representation of everything he despised. Nagito could never forget the gorgeous yet punchable face of Junko Enoshima. Chiaki Nanami’s murderer.

He felt hot tears filling his eyes as remembered Chiaki’s fate. He…still couldn’t believe it was real. He didn’t want to believe it was real. That Chiaki…the girl who was always kind to everyone. Who always saw the best in people. Who often slept during Ms. Yukizome’s lectures. The girl who stole his heart and made him fall in love with her. He didn’t want to believe that she was really gone.

‘Love….’ He thought back to that word. It felt so…foreign to him. Like he was on a different planet than that concept. Love. When was the last time he was given that? Possibly when his parents were alive, but it was difficult to remember. But, aside from that, he can’t really say that he had ever felt someone truly give him affection or comfort.

Until she arrived. Nagito had always remembered feeling special around her. He supposed it was because she had that effect on people. Even though she could bluntly say the wrong thing at the wrong time, she still treated everyone with compassion. And for some reason, he was never the exception. He still found her kind of weird for not making him an exception.

But, it never bothered him. He had gotten addicted to the affection, comfort, and love that she gave him, even if it was only platonic. Whenever she grabbed his hand, it always felt so gentle and soft against his, and it made him so glad that she actually wanted to touch him. Whenever she hugged him, he felt like nothing could ever hurt him anymore. There was a sense of safety and a comforting aura that she gave whenever he was in her arms. He remembered a time where she fell asleep on his shoulder after staying up the night before gaming. It drove him practically crazy when he felt her head on his shoulder.

It had taken him a while to realize how much he craved her. He craved her touch, her hugs, her warmth. It felt so freeing to realize that he was capable of feeling that way towards another person, and it filled him with so much hope. Of course, he was never intending on revealing those feelings, but, at least, he had someone who felt some sort of affection towards him.

And now…she’s gone. And he’s alone again. The one person who liked him…was pierced by multiple spears that claimed her life. And he couldn’t do anything but watch it all happen. For once, his luck didn’t save him. It couldn’t save her. It didn’t grant him what he wanted. No hope had come out of the despair that filled his eyes. And after that…it was a blur. All he knew was that he was another servant of Junko Enoshima, the twisted murderer who had brainwashed him and his whole class into falling into despair.

He still wanted to throw up every time he was reminded of the disgustingly vile feelings that she implanted into him. He still couldn’t believe that his heart, that was so devoted to hope, would love someone as full of despair as Junko. No, calling those feelings “love”….comparing them with his feelings for Chiaki….was an insult. It deserved to be called a word that was as sinful as those feelings, like obsession. He could never love Junko Enoshima. In fact, he despises her with every miserable part of his body. He still wishes she was alive so he could finally kill her himself!

Nagito took his eyes off the white hair clip in his hand and glared at the robotic hand that replaced the red-clawed hand that he previously had placed on his own arm. At least he finally got red of her awful hand, but the scars were still there. This metal hand that Kazuichi made him was a souvenir of what he had done and of the dead feelings he had towards Junko.

The tears that were swelling in his eyes began to slowly flow down his cheeks as he recalled everything that happened. Even though it was years ago, it still felt like it was only yesterday. “Forgive me, Nanami…please forgive me for giving into despair. Please…”

“Komaeda?” A voice called out from behind him. Nagito gasped as he lifted up his head and turned around. And there she was. Standing right there as if she’d never left. The same short mauve hair, the same gentle pink eyes, the same warm smile. It was her! She was alive! And standing right behind him!

“NANAMI!” He quickly got up and ran towards her, pulling her into an embrace. He shut his eyes tightly as tears fell onto her chest. “I’m so glad that you’re still alive! You’re still here! She didn’t kill you. Nanami, I never-”

“Komaeda…open your eyes…” The voice that interrupted him was different now. The soft voice of Chiaki Nanami had left.

Nagito followed the voice’s instructions and his heart was shattered as soon as he looked up at the heterochromic-eyed face of Hajime Hinata.

“W-what? B-but…she was right there! I saw her! She was…” Nagito’s voice faded away into nothingness as he realized what happened. That his protests were just as useless as his mind.

Hajime couldn’t look Nagito in the face as he snapped him back to reality, a sad expression on his face. “It was just your imagination, Komaeda…”

Nagito was silent for a moment, running a hand through his hair. Then…he let out a small hiccup-like laugh. “I…I really thought that Nanami was standing there. How delusional can I be? There’s…no way she’s alive. I saw her body…I went back to see it. And…”

Images of her corpse erupted in his mind. The multiple deep wounds that were scattered across her body, indicating where the spears had pierced her. The pool of blood that rested below her and painted the floor. Her glassy eyes…no longer having the usual warmth that they had always had.

Nagito fell to his knees, his expression unreadable. “Heh…forgive me, Hinata. I guess my useless mind was attempting to trick me with illusions of what I wanted to see. I apologize. Please, go back to what you were doing beforehand.”

“Actually, I came to check on you,” Hajime said, sitting right besides him. “Koizumi said that she saw you out there in the cold, and I was worried that you were…going to hurt yourself…”

Nagito let out a sour chuckle as he stared out into the ocean. “That’s not a bad idea, actually.” He got on his knees and began to crawl towards the freezing waters. As soon as his hands touched the water, he felt like ice was traveling across his whole body, trying to freeze him to death. “Maybe then…I can die peacefully and repay for everything that I’ve done….”

Hajime grabbed Nagito’s waist and pulled him away from the water. “Komaeda! Don’t do anything reckless! Please…she wouldn’t want you to do this. She wouldn’t want you to take your own life because of her. She…would want you to continue moving forward and try to be happy-”

“How can I do that, Hinata?!” Hajime immediately let go of Nagito the moment that he suddenly raised his voice at him. His eyes were widened as he saw Nagito glaring daggers at him, his usual carefree smile replaced with a desperate and mournful expression.

“You don’t understand how important she was to me! She knew how much of a lowly, talentless, worthless person I was! And yet…s-she still always smiled at me. She always was kind to me and gave me affection. I’ve never felt as strongly about anyone as I did with her! I’ve…never had someone love me like she did…”

Nagito looked down at the hairpin in between his pale fingers, more tears filling his sorrow-filled gray eyes. “And now…she’s gone. Enoshima killed her. And…I still feel like it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have left her side down there. I shouldn’t have let her get killed. It…should’ve been me.”

Hajime placed two comforting hand on his shoulders, moving Nagito’s body to face him. “Komaeda, if you had died instead, she would’ve been heartbroken. She would’ve became a Remnant of Despair in your place. No good would’ve came out of it. Besides…you can’t blame yourself for what what Enoshima….what I…did.”

Nagito looked up at Hajime, who was looking at the sea. That’s right…before Chiaki had died, Hajime had been transformed into Izuru Kamukura. He was assisting Junko when she was carrying out her plan to bring the world to despair. He supposed that Hajime must’ve been feeling just as guilty-no, even more guilty- for Chiaki’s death.

“I don’t know how exactly you’re feeling right now, Komaeda,” Hajime admitted. “I’m not you. I don’t process things the same way you do, so there’s no way for me to know how exactly you’re feeling. But…she was important to me, too.” He smiled slightly. “She gave me her kindness as well. Even though I was just a Reserve Course Student. I…still don’t know why she did…”

Nagito let out a hiccup of laughter. “I’ve always thought that it was because she was just weird like that. I even said that to her once. She was so offended by that and gave me a whole five minutes of silent treatment.”

Hajime chuckled slightly at that, and for a moment, things felt lighthearted for a brief moment. But then, Hajime’s face fell into a saddened expression, tears filling his eyes. “She didn’t deserve to die…”

“Of course she didn’t…” Nagito agreed, looking down at the sand. “It feels like the world always takes the kindest or most hopeful people like her. I wish that my luck could do something about it. Turn back time or something, I dunno. I just…want her back…”

Tears rolled down Hajime’s cheeks. “Me too…”

“Actually…” Nagito held the hair clip up and traced it with his thumb, a sad smile resting on his face. “I never actually got a chance to tell her how I felt about her…I always told myself that I should keep it a secret. That trash like me didn’t deserve to confess my love to her and that she would never feel the same way. And before…I was okay with that. But, now…I regret it…so much. I should've just told her and taken a chance for our relationship to become something more. It’s one of the main things that I would’ve changed.”

For a while, there was nothing but silence. Though, Nagito didn’t mind, or even notice. He just stared at the white hairclip in his hand, reminiscing on his past mistakes. He didn’t mind the silence. It allowed for him to think. He was so focused on his own thoughts that he didn’t even notice the torn expression that Hajime worn.

“Actually, Komaeda…about that…” Hajime finally said, hesitating slightly. Nagito looked up from the hairclip to look at his friend, but he avoided his eyes as he stared up at the night sky. “Before Nanami died, she told me something while we were hanging out. She told me that…she had a crush on you.”

Nagito’s eyes widened as he tried to process what Hajime told him. “...what?”

Hajime nodded. “She felt the same way. She was planning on confessing soon, but…she never got the chance.”

Nagito didn’t know what to think. He didn’t even know how to feel about this. Chiaki shared the same feelings for him…he normally would’ve felt happy about this. But…she was gone. Nothing could ever be done about this.

And knowing that damning fact…finally broke the dam. Nagito buried his head in Hajime’s shoulder and broke down, sobbing heavily. Rivers and rivers of tears flowed down his cheek and soaked Hajime’s shirt. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. He couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t even think. All he could do was cry in his grief, gripping Hajime’s shirt tightly as he sobbed.

Hajime listened to Nagito’s desperate gasps of breath as he cried, surprised at how he took it. It was the first time that he had ever seen Nagito cry before, let alone full-on sob. Instead of saying anything, he took the hair clip that Chiaki always wore out of Nagito’s hand and placed it in his white hair. He then hugged Nagito tightly, joining in his grief as he recalled the memory. Of how Chiaki’s cheeks were a pale pink and her voice seemed sort of dreamy as she talked about her crush on Nagito. She looked so happy…and now…she was gone. Multiple tears dropped onto the sand as both of them wept through the night.

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