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jpnriikicore · 10 months

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── public eye

paring colby brock x fem!musician!reader, word count 958, genre fluff, authors note ngl this is my fav piece i've did, ( masterlist )

fireworks burst in the sky lighting up the entire night sky, as you and your members are rushed backstage.

"hi, baby!" you rush towards colby, as you enter the dressing room. he picks you up from the ground engulfing you in a tight hug. you kiss his cheek as he places you back onto the ground again.

"here you go." sam said, handing you a bouquet of yellow roses.

"thanks, sammy!" you pull sam into a quick hug.

you haven’t seen colby nor sam in two months since they went to their trip to japan and you went on tour with your band.

"alright, sorry to break this reunion, but we have to go right now." maría, your band manger said.

you held hands as you walk into the hotel as multiple paparazzis cameras flash taking pictures of you. even some yelling questions towards you.

"y/n, what project are you working on next?"

"an album." you flash him a smile. tightening your grip on colby’s hand to make sure you don’t lose him within the crowd.

"can you tell us what is the album about?"

"a dedication towards someone special in my life." you replied quickly as you walk through the doors of the expensive hotel.

this action of holding hands wasn’t unusual between you two, so nobody would suspect anything. you’ve been friends with sam and colby since they started vine. you was the one to film their vines and youtube videos. occasionally starring in one of their vines or videos. according to the media you’ve been strictly friends since forever.

you got into the elevator pushing the eleventh floor going up to the presidential suite. "I’m sorry, baby." you apologized, as you leaned against him looking up at him. you stood on your tippy toes reaching to give me a quick kiss. you know at times all of the paparazzi could get too much. hell, you’ve had one too many anxiety attacks because of it. lucky one of your members or your beloved, colby, was there to help you. you’ve even helped colby through some when he has them out in public. normally he keeps his head down and stays as close as possible to you when the paparazzi gets too much for him.

"it’s alright." he pulled you in closer engulfing you in a tight hug. he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

you exit the elevator and into the suite with his arm around your shoulder and your arms wrapped around his waist. you noticed your members joking around in in the kitchen, as you quietly sneak over to your room.

"did you have fun in japan?" you asked even though you already knew the answer. he sent you videos and pictures of places he visited. he even stay up just a bit longer than normal just to talk to you about his trip. you slipped on a pair of his sweat pants and an xplr hoodie.

"it was good, but i missed you." he replied, settling in the freshly washed sheets of the bed.

"i missed you too, baby." you said, turning off the lights of the bathroom crawling into bed settling between his legs.

"do you think it’s a good idea coming out to yours fans?" you asked, leaning your head back onto his shoulder.

"it’s going to fine, baby." he kissed the top of your head.

it was your idea in the first place to finally go public with your relationship after dating for three years and being married for three years already. with the recent news of you founding our that you was pregnant you thought now would be the time.

all though when you purposed the idea he shut down the idea completely wanting to protect you and the unborn baby, but you convinced him to do so. using the fact that once the baby comes fans were going to find out anyways. it was better to hear it from him than figuring it out by another source.

"stay for five minutes longer!" he whined, shuffling in the sheets holding onto your wrist, after his miserable attempt to keep you stay put in the hotel room with him. he let go of your wrist grabbing the pillow next to him shoving his face into the plushand groaned into the cotton material.

"babe, i can’t you’ve already made me late and maría is starting to hate you because of it." you said, slipping on your leather jacket. the leather jacket you’ve been waiting to wear since you got married. a leather jacket decorated with a bunch of pins in the front and your married surname spray painted in white on the back. you lean down and move the pillow away from his face to quickly kiss his lips.

once finally escaping clingy colby you made your way to the hotel lobby out to the valet where your bands van was. you slid open the van door slipping into the seat you always seat in.

"sorry, i was late it’s-"

"because of colby." your members said in sync causing you to chuckle. it’s been a recurring theme even since you started dating colby. that he would make you incredibly late most times because you would spend most of your time with him and forget about time making you late for important events.

you scrolled through twitter seeing all the tweets from fans going utterly crazy over the new update of your relationship. you noticed a new notification from colbs.

colbs <3

i miss you 🖤

#colby brock #colby brock x y/n #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock imagines #colby brock x you #colby brock fanfic #colby brock imagine #colby brock fan fiction #colby brock x reader #sam and colby #xplr

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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year

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Hi Ghost! Mega congrats on 3k!! 🥳can i get a filthy martini with eddie munson? Maybe with some sneaking around fun? Thankyou!!

thank you so much!! ngl, i'm very proud of this one. i definitely got carried away, but i swear the smut is there, somewhere amongst the 3k+ words!!! this is really just one long love letter to eddie munson. hope i did your idea justice! also got heavily inspired by taylor swift's song "cruel summer", but what's new?

come party with me!

summertime and stardust (eddie munson x fem!reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, raw dog heathen prevails (aka unprotected sex). also a lot of references to mythology. my bad. i think i got too much prose all over my smut. oops.

Hawkins was always boring in the summer, and maybe that’s how the two of you ended up in this predicament. It was a sweltering wasteland of quarries that had started drying up long before July even arrived, and twenty four hour diners that were occupied with waitresses that made it very clear that they were sick of seeing yours and Eddie’s faces before even a week of freedom. Half of the usual hangout spots the two of you had considered hidden gems were quickly overrun by the middle-schoolers and freshmen that now had nothing but time on their hands (Eddie had taken the loss of the Arcade badly). So it was no surprise that you two ended up here, at the shore of Lover’s Lake, side by side on a blanket that Eddie had kept in the back of his van.

“Which one is that one?” you ask, lifting a finger to trace out a constellation winking down at the two of you.

“Orion,” Eddie immediately answers, hardly having to squint to make out the stars as you were, “Want to hear the story behind that one?”

“Is that even a question?”

This is how the two of you had spent the last hour. On your backs, gazing at the stars, exchanging stories and theories that did not belong to either of you. Tales of Greek Gods and Goddesses, smartass remarks and make-believe when one of you couldn’t identify the constellation. There’s nothing else but you, Eddie, and the cicadas this far out of town. A buzz of relief and tranquility to bask in. Every so often, you could make out the lake water lapping at the shore not far from where both your feet rest, Eddie’s stretching past the blanket.

It was nice. Every night you had spent out here had been very nice.

You turn on your side to listen to Eddie ramble about Orion, somehow both eloquent but still unfairly funny in his side comments of his opinion on the tale. He makes it very clear that he finds Orion to be deserving of losing his sight - “Seriously, fuck that dude!” - and you can only watch on, entranced by the boy and his starry eyes.

“I think the version where Artemis murked his ass is pretty good, but I also like the idea behind Gaia sending a Scorpion to kill him, because then they’re opposing constellations and sh- Are you even listening to me?” Eddie pauses when you bring a hand up to his chest, fingertips dancing over the damp cotton of his t-shirt.

You can’t hide the small smile tilting your lips as you nod, biting back giggles, “Oh, absolutely.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, arms crooked up to rest behind his head, biceps straining against the worn sleeves of his t-shirt. You resist the urge to just bury yourself into him, curl against his side and press, press, press until the two of you conjoin, never to separate again.

“You’re such a fucking liar,” he lowly chuckles, eyes looking back up to the sky as your fingers begin to trace patterns higher, now skimming his barely-exposed collarbones.

This is how it usually goes. He’s watching the sky, you’re watching him. Waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the change.

Everyone in town knew that the two of you are friends; it’s not a secret. You’d met in school, partnered for a chemistry lab, and the rest was history. Everyone knew that you were the first person Eddie showed every new Corroded Coffin song to, and everyone knew Eddie was the last person you spoke to at the end of every day. And surely, they had to know to some extent, that you both reserved your summer nights for each other.

The change is what they didn’t know.

Steve and Robin would tease you two when you’d come into Family Video, a new thriller or horror movie always in hand at the checkout. Dustin would make gagging noises when Eddie would dramatically bid you farewell before Hellfire Club would commence, making endless jokes about his wife returning from war, how lonesome he would be now as you walked through the door and out of his sights for the next several hours. Even Mike, even Max, even Joyce, had made off-handed comments about your attachment to each other.

But they were all always joking. They never saw any purchase in their words, their relentless teasing never serious because they couldn’t fathom a world where those jokes were actually correct.

They could never fathom the nights you and Eddie would end up cuddling each other while studying, pressed together too tightly to leave space for friendly speculation. They could never fathom the way Eddie would drag you into the darkest corners of the arcade, his hands tight on your hips and your breath brushing his cheek as he nuzzled his way against your neck, teeth and lips alike nipping at you in desperation until you caved and gave him a chaste kiss. They could never fathom the way Eddie had been holding you to him by the end of these nights spent by the lake, pressing his body into yours and reveling in every whimper that was only his to hear.

No, they couldn’t fathom that half of the story. They knew you two were close, but they didn’t know just how intertwined your lifelines had become with the boy lying beside you. And that was fine, you didn’t care for them to know about those sacred moments laden with secrecy. All you really cared about was that the boy before you was all your summer nights and all your starry skies, brimming with clandestine glances and whispers of worship in moments alone. That was enough for you. Here, in your bubble of privacy by the lake sans persistent cicadas and gentle waves, he was yours.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie murmurs, bringing a hand up to yours that continues to explore his body innocently, intertwining your fingers with his before resting them over his heart.

It was drumming in his chest – you could feel each beat perfectly, breaking through the Iron Maiden logo and against your skin. After a few moments, your own racing heart synced with his, a quiet rhythm coursing through your veins. You hope he could feel it, too.

“Just thinking about how it’s just us out here,” you whisper back, voice low and careful not to break this moment. All of the paths, all of the dead-end streets you had both endured, just for moments like this, “How it’s always just us.”

You mean more than the fact that you never invite anyone else out on your endeavors, but Eddie takes it that way anyway, snorting.

“You wanna start inviting the guys out here?” he jokes through more laughter, making you attempt to break your hand free from his in order to smack at his chest. He doesn’t let you, though, only tightening his fingers’ grip on yours, “Think that Gareth would like the show? Or maybe Jeff?”

“Stop,” you whine, starting to fight him with your whole body now, still trying to get your hand free. You nearly roll on top of him, your giggles now joining his, “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

He doesn’t reply as the two of you continue to wrestle. At some point, he takes his free hand and begins to tickle you, making your giggles turn into awful screeches, echoing in the warm, stale air around the two of you. You twist and twist and twist, trying to get away from his merciless grip. You’re no longer holding hands, him now utilizing both to attack your sides before moving toward your armpits.

“Don’t!” you gasp out, realizing what he was about to do. He’s on his side now, you flat on your back as he begins to hover over you, “Edward Munson, don’t you dare!”

But he does dare. And even as you’re slapping at his shoulders, even when he overexaggerated how much your knee knocking against his thigh hurt, even when the weight of him presses you down into the blanket and threatens to bury you into the soft dirty of the small-town beach, you know it in your heart – there is no where else you’d rather be in this moment.

The compromising position that results from the ridiculous tickling and wrestling is welcome, Eddie’s body heavy between your legs as his torso drapes over yours. Your face-to-face with him, now looking in those dazzling brown eyes for constellations rather than the sky above.

His grin from the entire interaction has begun to ache, but it doesn’t falter as he bumps his nose to yours gently, “I’m sorry. I get it, I know what you mean. It’s always been just us,” he pauses before scrunching up his face, rearing up to continue to tease you before he playfully mocks, “You and me against the world, baby.”

You smack at his chest with fruition this time, making a soft oomph fall from his lips that pass over yours, “I was just trying to be sentimental, you dick.”

The grin finally falls away, but the corners of his eyes stay crinkled, “I know.”

When his lips finally meet yours, it’s like a breath of fresh spring air. You’re no longer in Hawkins’ muggy summer weather, instantly transported somewhere far away where the sun is just warm enough for comfort, where the breeze is just soft enough to wrap around your shoulders like a favorite blanket, where every strawberry is the sweetest and nothing will ever hurt.

The world can be cruel, both in heat waves and hurting souls, but he never is. He’s a sanctuary – he’s your sanctuary.

His sickly sweet kisses continue, taking your breath away in a willing way, leaving both your lips shades of summer blooms and spring flowers. His tongue is a welcome prodding, almost as if tending to your garden as he tries to get the two of you even closer. It’s not possible, but it doesn’t stop either of you; chests crush together as foreheads clash, and you yearn for a world where you could just curl up beneath each other’s skin, clamber your way into his chest and nestle right beside his pounding heart.

Only Artemis knows that he’s already made residency in yours, decorating your ribs and lungs with his flowers of adoration.

Between desperate breaths and needy hands, hips beginning to roll and curse the clothing you two have yet to get rid of, you silently wonder where the two of you will end up in this lifetime. You hope it’s amongst the stars. You hope your constellation can find his across the night sky.

“Baby,” he begs. You don’t know what he’s begging for – for closeness, for your legs to fall further open and welcome him home, for you to swallow him whole with all the love pounding just beneath the surface of you – so you can only kiss him back with more urgency.

The urgency follows through both of your movements. Urgency is what removes his shirt, your hands shaking as his chest is exposed to you in the moonlight. Urgency is what unbuttons your shorts, prickles of thorns when his fingertips make contact with your nude hip. Urgency is the slip of his hand into your panties, fingers curling and swirling in every right pattern to have you preening against him.

“Off,” you plead with him once he has you down to just your underwear and him just his boxers. Your palms rack down desperately over the waistband before trailing down to his bulge, fevered movements earning more purpose as you press down on him and elicit a moan.

He recovers his composure, only to shake his head down at you, curls ticking your cheeks, “Ever heard of a thing called patience, sweetheart?”

“Fuck patience,” you immediately argue, pulling yourself back from his lips fully, eyes meeting and lips slick with each other’s spit, “We have the entire summer to be patient, Eddie. Just… Just fuck me. Please.”

You awakened something in him with those words, you saw away whatever restraint he was holding onto so tightly. These nights always ended the same way, but they never felt the same.

Familiarity waits in the shadows as each graze of his skin against yours ignites something new in you. New flowers, new petals, new budding growths that scream that this can’t last for just the summer. Whatever this is, as he removes your panties and his boxers, is not just a coming and going on the seasons. It’s not just a constellation only to be seen in the quiet of the night by two lovesick fools sneaking off to observe it. The heat of the summer that frizzes both your hair and his repeats it, the cooler breeze that rolls off the lake behind you guys encourages it. It may have taken the summer to tend to it, but this is only the beginning of it. Not the end – never the end.

And he fucks you like he knows it, too. He can hear the whispers of it all, telling him to pull you closer, telling him to take his time as he pushes into you and feels your walls stretch around him. It isn’t quite patience, it isn’t quite cruelty. It’s just you, and it’s just him.

“Fuck,” he moans out once he’s fully sheathed inside you, cock pulsing as your wetness tightens on him. Really, it’s a shame that no deity will ever experience the devotion you feel pouring off of him as his mouth falls open for you, as his head rolls back and his eyes flutter close. He’s devoted to you – he’s yours just as you’re his, “Always so wet for me, baby. Always so good.”

He finds a familiar rhythm to have you both gasping and groaning, and it still feels brand new. The way you feel him deep in your stomach, the way your thighs quiver and his abdomen tightens. It is all always new and it is all always euphoric.

If you lift your eyes to find the stars above you almost winking at you, you can feel that he’s not fucking you as you’d requested; he’s making love to you. He is confessing his past sins and he is professing that he’d spend the rest of his days here, inside you, against you, with you.

The roll of his hips don’t stay slow for long, though. You both know the love is there, and you both know what the two of you need. Eventually, soft confessions and loud professions become slapping of skin on skin, teeth knocking as you try to keep your lips on his. You swallow every moan and he grabs every mewl. You can feel his hands on your waist, your hips, your thighs. He is everywhere all at once, and it still isn’t enough.

It’s not enough until his movements stutter, until his voice has grown hoarse from calling out your name for only the two of you to hear. Your nails rake down his back at some point, and you know that come tomorrow night, beside the lake, you’ll be tracing fading red lines that spell out a clear message: he belongs to me because he chose me.

Your walls flutter around him and he knows without you saying a single word other than ramblings of his name that you’re close.

“Cum for me,” he’s begging again, lifting above you and looking down with wide, wet eyes, “Fuck- I- Please cum for me, baby. Need you to cum. Please.”

You whine out in response, head tilting back into the grass around the edges of the blanket, consumed by him. Your ears ring as your vision blacks, the last image you see being his face contorted in pleasure, and you can’t decipher whether it’s the lake again that you hear or simply your own waves meeting his shore.

The echoes of his voice surround you.

“Just like that, sweetheart.”

“Doing so good for me.”

“Always such a good girl.”

When his own high has its hold on him, his head is falling to your shoulder, his nose buried into your sweet spot behind your ear as you listen to every grunt and moan. He holds you painfully close, like he’s scared that maybe this is the end. You ponder bruises in the shapes of roses forming on your hips as he buries deep in you and he paints your walls with warmth, with devotion, with something unspoken only between the two of you.

He collapses on top of you in the afterglow. Savors the moment, lets his lips pucker against your salty skin slick with sweat no longer just from summer. His own hair is matted at the knape of his neck, his cheeks, his forehead.

You can’t help the laughter that bubbles from your chest. It’s overflowing, mingling with the still crying cicadas. He lifts his head and glances up at you, smiling shyly.

“What?”

You continue to laugh, unable to answer him, as he pulls out and cleans you up with his t-shirt. If you weren’t so delirious with unbridled delight, you’d scorn him.

He doesn’t bother with redressing as he rolls to his original side of the blanket, laying on his back and wrapping his arms around you to pull you into him, “What’s so damn funny, my beautiful girl?”

You think Artemis, maybe even Orion, would smile down at the sight of the two of you. Perhaps Gaia is sending her well wishes to the love-stricken look you two exchange in the form of a breeze that doesn’t bring more heat, only relief, only sanctuary.

“We are not inviting Gareth or Jeff out here, ever,” you finally explain breathlessly, “This place is for just us, Munson.”

He joins you in your lingering giggles, his chest shaking with them more than he vocalizes them as your cheek finds his heart and presses into his cheek.

Whatever this is, label or not, is good. And it is only the beginning, never the end. Whether the others will ever know or not, the two of you always will, and that’s all that matters for the time being.

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles, holding you just a little bit tighter, “Always just us, you heathen.”

He brings a finger to your chin, tilting your face up. When he kisses you, it tastes like summertime and stardust, just as it should.

#3k celebration #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #got very carried away i am so sorry #I TRIED I SWEAR #i love eddie so much it aches #not edited what's new #taylor swift inspired WHAT'S NEW

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moonlight-sonata99 · 1 year

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The Songcords

Neteyam x reader

Jake sully/reader

Warnings: HEAVY SPOILERS!! death,angst. Mourning. Friendzoning! first part takes place after a few months of the way of water.

A/N: Been wanting to do neteyam angst for a while but i was hella scared ngl- i still cry for him. But im extremely proud of this one!!!

The sound of waves crashing surrounds you as your legs dangle off the ledge and your toes touching the water as it rises up and down, Your eyes stay on the water as it moves so slowly. A sigh leaves your lips as you look up to the sky, it was the time where all was asleep and only you remained awake. you then darted down to the object in your hands.

His songcord.

His eyes, His lips that opened gasping for air.

Your vision begins to blur and the tears burn as you lift the songcord close to your face.

The days blurred, you didn't dare count a day where neteyam was not with you. A small cry leaves your lips. And the tears you kept in finally fell and the small cries left your lips.

It was always like this: Sit,think,cry,and then think again. Time passed and you sat still on the ledge thinking.

“Hey..” your ears perked up as you turned your head to look behind you,

“Oh..hey!what are you doing awake?” turning back to wipe your tears quickly you turn back to Jake who slowly sits next to you.

“I should be asking you that..” he huffs out, placing his hands on each side of the ledge, looking out into the water.

“I uh-wasn't sleepy” you reply, balling your hands. Your chest began to feel heavy. Setting your gaze to where the ocean seemed to end.

At the corner of your eye you saw Jake look at you and look back down to his hands

“That seems to be the case for the last few months..” he trails off as your eyes dart to the sky, anywhere that was not jake.

“Im sorry sir…” you said solemnly out looking down at your hands that remained clamped together.

“No,no i'm not mad at you…” he replied, shaking his head, his hand still on the ledges. His gaze turning back to admire the water.

“What you’ve been doing, helping with tuk..i couldn't ask for more.” he confesses

You let out quick a ‘hm’ glancing at him,

“I'm just doing what he would have wanted me to do.” you admit softly with a smile as you keep your gaze on the sky, Your chest rising up and down.

Jake lets out a small ‘yea’

The air picks up and your hair flows in the wind, “you’ve been busy '' Jake interrupts the silence once again. “ With tonowari..helping the other as well as lo’ak,tuk and kiri..” he trails off

“I just…” he mutters looking at you, “I just wanna make sure that your okay” he admits and you turn your gaze to his

“I am okay! Tired maybe..but i'm okay” you assured nodding your head as he begins to shake his head slowly.

“That's not what i mean..” he mumbles out placing hand on your shoulder,

‘You know what he meant.’

“He was your best friend [Name],It's okay.” he whispers, patting your shoulder softly, Looking at him you feel your eyes begin to burn once again.

“I..” your voice quivers, as Jake looks at you. You unclasped your hands to reveal the songcord that was balled up in your hands. The wind flowed through your hair, and your fingers brushed against each bead.

You softly smiled recalling your memories,

“OH! You got it teyam!!!!” you exclaimed as the yerik fell and neteyam looked at you,

“I did!” he said, rocking his fist in the air softly, as you walked up to him.

“Next…iknimaya!” you add placing your hands on your hips as neteyam runs to the yerik.

After it returns to eywa, neteyam looks up at you,

“What?” you ask tilting your head and neteyam lets out a small smile

“Thank you.” he admits standing up and looking at you.

“For…?” you trail off, confused. And neteyam lets out a small laugh.

“I always drag you around in my free time…which is..”

“Not much?” you interrupt as he nods “Your my friend teyam…i don't mind.” you admit as you look away, as neteyam nods slowly, thinking about your words.

“Yea..” he mumbles, sounding displeased.

Jake chuckled as you recounted the story to him, as you held the sound cord to your chest.

“He always wanted to show you that he could be a good leader.Always.” you say looking at jake as he turned his gaze to you. As you began,

“Neteyam…would have been a good olo’eyktan..!” you strained out,the tears strolling down your cheeks. “And i…would have stood by him no matter what” You stood straight into jakes eyes. “ but I experienced neteyam. That is what matters-” You hiccupped out. “But-it hurts..so much.” you sobbed . Jake nudged you closer without any words, but his eyes brimmed with tears recalling neteyam as he looked up at the sky. The sounds of your sobs against him in the night.

That was years ago.

“[Name]?!”

“...jake? Is that you..?” a voice called out from what remained of the battle that had occurred,

“[Name]!” he rushed towards your voice that came from a cargo box.He leaped over the box to you as he set himself besides you.

“[Name], are you alright? Tuk said y-” His words were interrupted by the red liquid he sat in, his gaze lifted to your body that sat against the box and spotted the wounds on your chest. You sat up and you looked up and him your chest rising up down,

“Jake…you came back for me..” you breathed out, blood dripping out of your mouth. As you tried to move up.

“No no…don't move..” he hushed out, placing a hand on your shoulder keeping you in place.

“Is tuk okay..?” you asked softly looking up at him

“Yea…Yea she's okay” he confirmed, giving you a small smile.

“Th-that's good..”

“Yea that's so good…thank you.” he said, giving you a soft smile.

“Im…hurt badly jake…” you mutter out looking at your hands now tainted red, as Jake looked at you.

“Don't worry everyone will be here soon okay, we gotta just-”

“No..”

“No??”he repeated after you as you softly nodded to him,

“Its…” you trailed off, your eyes darting away, as Jake looked at you.

“ Jake can....” you mumble looking back at him. “Can you hold me? Until I fall asleep…?” you whisper, as Jake slowly nods.

You let out a small grunt as he slid you into his arms and you closed your eyes,

“Jake?” you whisper as he lets out a small “hm?”

“Thank you for letting me be a part of your family..” you trail off, jake looks down at you as you continue.

“For having a place to stay..having parents..” you add

“For letting me meet neteyam..”

Jake nods, listening to your words. You were quiet after that.

“[Name]...?” he whispers as he looks at you. Eyes remaining closed.

“[Na-”

“Jake…” you interrupt him, your voice weaker than before.

“Jake, i see him..! He is with me..” you huff out with a small smile as Jake holds you closer.

“He is calling me jake….he's….” your words trail off as as you slowly breath out remain sit still.

The sound of waves crashing surrounds him as he sits on the ledge of his home, The songcords run-through his fingers, Dazed he looks into the water which is oddly still.

Jake takes a deep breath and looks at your form, now forever asleep. Tears brim his eyes and slowly began to cascade down his face. He leans his face down to you and presses his lips against your forehead as he hugs you.

"Jake?" a voice interrupts his thoughts,

"What are you doing?" neytiri asks walking up behind him as jake looks up at her.

"i ah...just thinking." he mutters softly looking down at the two strings in hands.

neytiri eyes land on them as she sits down next to him,

"can i..?" she trails of gesturing the songcords as jake nods and hands them to her.

she lays then on her palms as she admired each bead,

"They chose beautiful beads." she whispered her fingers brushing over each one.

"They did" jake says and neytiri looks up into the sky. Her eyes burned as she began to sob.

jake held her close comforting her. placing is lips against her forehead as she cried into his chest.

"i..." jake muttered , as neytiri sniffed into him she stopped to look at him as he continued,

"They are together again.." he said looking at neytiri as she gazed back at him her eyes red and swollen.

"we experienced them. That is what matters." he states his eyes filled with sadness, as neytiri places her head against his chest.

it was silent as the two parents recalled their son and his best friend. And what the pair could have become.

But they were with eywa now,

leaving only The Songcords.

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zaimta · 11 months

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I TOTALLY FELT YOU WHEN YOU SAID DR STONE IS LIKE A DRUG OMG its like my lifeline at this point

i was wondering if i could request a small drabble or headcanons for ryusui !! i keep having this repeating idea of him with a reader who’s like his childhood friend and ever since they were young, ryusui always tried to pursue them romantically but reader would always just laugh it off, thinking he was joking. but ryusui never gave up on his love for the reader!!

(spoilers for the treasure island arc)

but once everyone on the perseus gets petrified, leaving the reader (who had gone with the recon team to scout the area), reader starts to realize just how much they were worried for him, and especially when he comes back to them in fragments after kohaku smashed him. and the second that he gets revived, the reader is all over him and telling him how worried they were, and the second that the two of them are alone (maybe the team recognized that they were having a moment and let them have it?) reader confesses that they return his feelings and the possibility of possibly losing him helped them realize that? O:

male reader would be preferred (ryusui bi icon frfr), but i dont mind gender neutral!! :D

thank you so much for your time in advance, and remember to stay hydrated!! (expect more interactions from me, im literally obsessed with your works ❤️❤️)

彡zai says- the brain rot this gave me was insane back on my dr stone grind!! he really is a bi icon i'll never forget what he said to tsukasa (ngl i read it a year ago so i spitballed the lore lol)

paring: ryusui x male reader

warnings: SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

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ever since you were kids you were always the main thing on his mind. he was constantly teasing you and clinging to your side. as you got older it turned into him flirting with you and seeing how far he could push your buttons until you got flustered.

when senku broke him from the stone he was more focused on you than himself, he knew you had an impressive skill set and he used that to his advantage. even if they didn’t have enough revival fluid he brought you along anyways, dressing your statue so when they could revive you, you were ready to go.

when you came to you immediately fell into someone’s arms. their hold on you was firm but also familiar, and their scent was familiar too it was almost comforting. you pulled back to look back at them, and you were met with ryusui smiling down at you “i missed you.”

you laughed and gently removed yourself from his hold “i’m sure you did.” you didn’t notice it but his face slightly faltered.

his flirting was no better when the two of you were alone, as a matter of fact, it was only worse. the two of you sat alone staring at the moon, he spent most of the time staring at you instead of the sky “you’re so handsome, the way you shine in the moonlight is amazing.” you laughed again and rolled your eyes. you always assumed his flirting was just empty words, he was the human version of greed after all he craves everything the world has to offer and he does this to everyone.

“you don’t have to keep saying those things ryusui. i know you don’t mean them.”

he stared at you, no matter how many times he tells you he adores you or how many times he admits how he wants nothing more in the world than you, you never believed him.

at least not until the incident.

when you first laid eyes on his stone body you wanted to scream but you couldn't, the scream was barely louder than a whisper hardly a scream at all. it only got harder when kohaku brought him and the others back as fragments.

the second he was revied the team cleared out and kohaku sent you a knowing glance.

one the two of you were alone you immediately wrapped your arms around him pulling him into a hug "i was so worried about you, i thought i lost you." he returned your embrace and rested a hand on the back of your head pulling you closer to him "you could never lose me." he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, and for the first time instead of backing away from his affection you accepted it.

you gently pull back from his hug to look at him face to face "i've realized some things."

he raises a brow "and what would that be?"

"how much i care for you, and how much you care for me." his hand moves to gently cup your cheek while his thumb gently caressed your cheek "oh? and how much do i care for you?"

"you've basically spent most of our lives trying to win me over, and every time i never really responded to them or gave you any straight answer. so why did you never give up?"

he smiled at you "that's easy. because i'm the greediest guy there is." your face slightly fell which caused him to chuckle "you didn't let me finish. because i'm the greediest guy there is i know there's no greater treasure than your heart. i'd stop at nothing to make you my boyfriend and to be yours."

#ryusui x reader #ryusui nanami x reader #dr stone x reader #ryusui x male reader #dr stone x male reader #dr stone fluff #dr stone x you #ryusui x you #ryusui fluff #ryusui nanami fluff

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vivispec · 2 months

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Happy Friday! For DADWC: "I had no choice..." for Viera Lavellan / Solas?

thank you for the prompt! ngl i got super sleepy halfway through but hallelujah it is finished.

i went for post-game, concerning their dreamer daughter. since vie isn't a mage, i like to play around with her dreams a bit. now, it is time to sleep.

@dadrunkwriting Viera'vun / Solas words: 1010

She was pigment and plaster, dried and cracking where once she’d been gold.

This…it was familiar, brushstrokes she knew. Her eyes followed the length of the blade beside her, up into the sky, where at its haft a lidless eye bore down upon her. Wolves howled, and she stumbled back into jagged mountains.

Looming, winged and fanged, shifting just beyond sight. From the clouds there came a head, and that one eye opened into many—six, red and glowing, centered upon her. A shadow fell upon her, feet bloody where they stepped upon broken peaks, but she could go back no further. She pressed against the barrier at her back, and faced him with chin raised. She faced him, and straightened.

Something brushed against her fingers, and when she looked they were solid no longer, but soft; flesh, where before she’d seen stone, and at their tips was a figure she recognized. A wolf, gray with eyes of blue like lyrium. He stepped back as her eyes cleared, and so did she.

Then, the wolf shifted and changed, until a man stood before her. Viera hardened herself.

“I’ll admit, I’m surprised you actually came.”

Solas tucked his hands behind him. “No more so than I,” he said, appraising the room her dream had composed for them: his rotunda with its frescoes, somehow breathing and alive. “I figured, however, that you would not call me as you did, if not for good reason. I was quite surprised, to hear such a request from your daughter.”

How easily, he admitted his fault. Out of the corner of his eye he watched her, gauging her response while maintaining that placid air he used like a shield. It almost made it easier to think he cared so little, even if she knew the truth.

Almost, but not quite. She sought the words she’d practiced while waking, the questions so carefully tailored to pick him apart, but found they all failed her here. This, all of it, was too near her heart to be scripted. Viera pushed breath through her nose, and shed her pretense.

“Solas,” she landed on as she found again her voice, “what is it you think you’re doing, truly, hanging around her dreams?”

He didn’t answer right away, mulling over his words carefully. “It was my intent only to watch over her, until she could navigate the Fade on her own.”

“And yet she wakes in the morning to tell tale of the wolf in her dreams, as much a friend to her as the wisps and Curiosity.” She scoffed, and shook her head. “Tell me, how does this possibly end?”

“I had no choice.”

“No choice? You’ve always had a choice.” With the rising of her voice the walls seemed to ripple, like raindrops disturbing otherwise tranquil waters. “Even if that choice is to stubbornly turn away from any option that might bring you happiness, and then covet the very thing you left behind. If you wanted to be her father, her mentor, there was a place at our side, even so long after you turned your back on me. You made the choice to never share your burden, and walk your path alone.”

“And it is a choice I must stand by,” he uttered, eyes locked still upon the roiling pictures before him, shaped by his hand, maybe, but given life by her thought. “Regardless, she is a Dreamer. There are dangers within the Beyond for one such as her, should she lack proper guidance. In this, I had no choice.”

“I know this. We’ve taken steps to protect her, she’s in good hands—”

“Hands that protect, maybe, but do not know. Ones that cannot fathom to teach.” Finally, he looked down and away, and though he held his voice steady still she saw the hollowness within him. He’d seemed to overflow with passions, once, even before they’d lain beside one another. Such spirit had since been drained. “Viera’vun, do not think I’ve deluded myself into believing I can walk beside her any longer than I have. Already she knows the pathways well, and has found fast friends to lead her down it,” he clarified, “but she is young still, and trusting. Had she not called for me, I’d have never stepped from the shadows where I watched her.”

“But where does it lead?” He blinked, eyes flicking away to find stone again. “Already your charm protects her. Can’t it be enough, that she carries a piece of you? Must she, too, carry the pain of knowing the wolf she called ‘friend’ is the same who’d break her world?” Silence. She breathed, deep into her core, and placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling him tense beneath her. “There isn’t any hiding, I know you see it. She’s bright. Observant, and stubborn, too. Let the lessons you’ve taught be enough a foundation, and let her find her own path.”

“And if the charm is not enough? If she were to wander into a danger it cannot fend against, on her own?”

“What ifs and chances, whereas I know all too well where the path at your side leads.” She squeezed, and the figures etched onto the wall seemed to slow, and deflate. Its luster dulled, as if aging eons in mere breaths. “Please, Solas, for both your sakes: don’t come for her again. In her dreams, at the very least, let her know peace.”

He had fully turned away from her, now, as if so much as looking at her pained him. Her grip loosened, lingering before it freed him, and fell back to her side. She’d wanted for an answer, or any sign that he’d taken her words to heart; as it was, she’d little indication that he hadn’t turned to plaster and pigment himself, outlined as he was by the many eyes of the fresco, boring down around him.

It couldn’t be helped. Viera turned, and left him there amongst the ghosts of their past. She only hoped her words would echo there in the rotunda around him.

#solas #viera #solavellan #dragon age #dai #my writing #dadwc #they are so divorced your honor. like so divorced

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monty-glasses-roxy · 1 month

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24 (What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?) for Roxy

Thanks for copying the question here buddy I appreciate that a lot (I can't load the post on my phone or my own blogs at all still)

Uhhhh honestly, Roxy's pretty different to a lot of my usual other blorbos. I could compare her to Labrys from Persona 4 Arena in a sense that they're both robots with horrible trauma that have been forced to do things they wouldn't dream of doing otherwise, but that doesn't feel like a great comparison ngl

I could compare her to a lot of blorbos though. Like Bracken from Ni No Kuni 2, Unit #024 and Labrys from Persona 4 Arena, for being chronically underutilized by the devs. Maybe PURL from Kuni 2 but PURL feels more... Like an opposite to Mimic? The first attempt at sentient AI in that world, determined to answer the question of what colour is the sky for herself... Only knows a few things, a child her closest friend, and accidentally takes over the wholeass factory in her attempts to see the sky again after like a decade of being deactivated. And also because the devs couldn't think of anything interesting for a new Broadleaf area so they wanted to make sure you did the wholeass factory again for some fucking reason.

Ohhh then again, I was watching those clips last night and Toothless and Hiccup made me think of Roxy and Cassie in an AU kind of way. Mostly because of the dogisms I like to give Roxy and because of several AUs that are more in line with How to Train Your D/ragon... (Put a slash in it to make extra sure I don't end up in any searches for that) So maybe Toothless? Maybe not?

Honestly I don't think I've ever liked a character that has shown much interest in their appearance before. Maybe Erza from Fairy T/ail? Looks cool and could kill you but has zero braincells whatsoever? Also very traumatised? Koromaru from P3 cause his persona is Cerberus and Roxy is the Cerberus to Mimic? And I can see her running around with a knife in her teeth? I dunno man that's a tough question

Ohhh there was also Blaze from the Sonic games! Not because of Roxy specifically, but because in coming up with a horse for her, many of the ideas for it was giving my Blaze vibes lmao. She has a horse in the Olympic games and it's pure white with light purple tack and possibly eyes I don't remember so yeah that kept popping to mind in coming up with a horse nsjsdj

And I suppose my OC Zephyr somewhat reminds me of her. That whole universe I made was started when I got so deep into a Pupcakes/Roxica Pirates AU that I decided to make it a whole thing and Zephyr is who Roxy in the story became. I like Zephyr she's very cool and has become very distinct from Roxy, but her roots are still there, ya know? I'll always remember where she started.

Jsisjsi I could associate Roxy with Disney's Bolt too just cause he's a superhero dog and a funny lil guy. And for some reason one of the OST tracks for the DS game will plague my mind for the rest of my days. Even though I'm thinking of every track but that one right now. It's the one for Bolt's part of the... Something Temple level. Bolivia? Belize??? I think it has a B in it... But anyway yeah Superdog! Hooray!

P03 from Inscryption too but mostly because it's tech themed, and I had that old AU where I drew her as the Scrybe of Technology. Inscryption is incredible btw I fucking love it. I suck at it apparently though. I got to Act 2 and played a fucking beefed up Ouroborus in the first stage of P03's fight like "oh I've got this fucker now!!" No I did not. I absolutely did that. Stoatal misplay. Could not have fucked that up more lmao anyone that's played or seen this game will know exactly what ended up happening there nsjdjdi I FORGOT okay?? I forgot!!!

BACK ON TOPIC yeah Roxy's a pretty different character to the norm for me. Genuinely can't think of anyone that might be similar to her enough for them to remind me of her if I saw them again. Maybe if I went back and watched the old My Little Pony from the fucking 70s or whatever, but it would just be the standard stereotype of "all girls care lots about their appearance and gasp in horror if you dirty a pretty dress" probably. You know the one. I do my best not to humour that shit in my own Roxy interpretation but it's hard to forget that's absolutely where her written personality stems from :/

#pop rox answers #long post #sorry i kept going off on one I've just had my meds and it's ramble forever time #yeah i fucking. hate that stereotype so much #like with an actual burning passion. maked my skin crawl.#i was a little autistic girl once and i hated it then #fucking. wisteria or however you spell her name from one of the old mlp movies did it best #it was the trope of a princess has to be pretty and a princess has to be prim and proper and a certain way #and she just fucked off to roll around in the mud and made everyone else a princess at the parade too because FUCK you lmao #i remember that film remarkably well lmao #the other one i remember was rarity from another film or at least i think that was her name. early 2000s pink unicorn #from the one where the colours are disappearing from the world. she was a lil shit i could relate lmao #okay i lied i remember all the ones i saw this shit was my thing as a lil kid lmao i remember when the schmooze was ourple #and made by three witches in a castle over a cliff and only the flutter ponies could stop it and there was this random girl for some reason #meghan and two kids i never cared for. north star i miss you. you did nothing i just thought you were neat #fucking BURGER SURPRISE!!! little shit!!!! literally saved the day by being an ass!!!#they had fun names ngl #anyway. i don't remember what i was talking about imma just post and hope for the best sorry or whatever #my blog my rules you're gonna suffer my meds with me hand in catdrugdeal hand

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ryctone · 1 year

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HI SOOOOO i found your tumblr through a pal of mine and I found that one au you had with the glitched up Walnut Cookie (W4LNu7 co0k1e specifically) and i wanna know more about that au so would you like to tell me (and by extension everyone else) more about it? Like how did Walnut became that way or how is she now stuff like that

HELLO! Thanks friend of a friend who found my blog that shows interest in this silly AU.

Sadly I'm still trying to figure out stuff I want to do for this AU (since it was just a concept I thought of in like a day hhh) It doesn't even have a name and theres mostly brainstorm ideas I scattered around.

Like; at first my idea for it was more on the meta side where the programers from CRK wanted to put Walnut in the game but due to a progaming error her code got corrupted, and with no time to correct it before the new event, decided to put Cream Puff in the game instead, giving place to the Shattered Sky update where Walnut was suppose to be in Cream Puff's place- Which is why Cream Puff in the concept I did has some design aspects that resemble Walnut's and vice versa.

But it was kinda cringe ngl /HJ If you all like it that's fine tho!

Currently I'm going with a different concept of alternate universe mishap.

You know since Ovenbreak and Kingdom are basically separate universes, I though maybe Walnut somehow made her way into the Kingdom universe but since she wasn't suppose to exist there yet she ended up glichy.

Now for stuff actually in the AU;

Walnut's acts sort of like a tiny Timekeeper (and maybe they know eachother? *eyes*), but definitely not as chaotic.

Cream Puff is the only one that can see her.

Walnut can alter stuff around her, like, illusions- But not in a large scale.

Walnut has moments where she forgets only Cream Puff can see her and tries to talk to Almond. Sad™

Cream Puff tries to come up with spells to get Walnut back to normal.

And that's that! Still don't what concept I like more, but glad people seem to like glichy Walnut^^

#my au #au #walnut cookie #timekeeper cookie #cookie run au #my art

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kradogsrats · 2 years

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Rewatch Shitposts: S3, Ep 5-9

OKAY HOME STRETCH

“I am the senate law”

SOREN, my baby

HAY HAY HAY HAY HAY

Soren like “and you all said CHA was a dump stat lmao”

“You are okay, right?” Claudia I can 110% assure you he is absolutely not okay and has not been for quite a while

Oh fuck, that “everything’s going to be okay, Dad” is very relevant to some of my current interests. I must have subconsciously remembered it.

Not shown: how Soren explains why he’s going back into the castle with his wagon of hay for the hungry, hungry horses still full

Pretty sure this ambler chase is a Breath of the Wild boss fight

ngl I do enjoy a good fictional fascist motivational speech

of course it’s a bit ruined because all I can hear at the end is “YOU are the weakest link, GOODBYE”

the smollest loaf of bread omg

Nyx like “I’ll just be sending you my matchmaker fee later, yeah?”

vi.

Aaravos: “you killed Avizandum”, Viren: “how dare you! …so who the fuck is that”

Ah, there we go with the last breath

Okay, so the unicorn horn can’t be in Puzzle House, because Claudia only got it right before Thunder was killed? Well, then I’m again no longer sure where they’re going with that. Unless it’s “Claudia meets the last unicorn as a child, then comes back for its horn ten years later.”

Appreciate Kasef’s “Wingarduim Levio-SAH” moment

… Horse girl Aaravos

Claudia really is behind literally every spell in this story isn’t she

vii.

Zubeia dying of a broken heart, as is traditional for cartoon mothers and also Padme Amidala

OH, Claudia DOES see adoraburrs, and it is perfection

Ah, the “Aaravos, no” “Aaravos YES” conversation

Basically Aaravos realizing that subtlety is absolutely not required at this point, thank you Viren

Shoutout to the multiple fanfics carefully describing thicc wormvaros crawling down Viren’s throat to be smuggled into Lux Aurea, that also is just gonna live rent-free in my head forever

“No, Mister Bond… I expect you to die”

If you haven’t read the ToX sourcebook adventure about the corrupted Sunforge as nuclear meltdown allegory, highly recommend because it’s actually pretty funny?

Kasef thinking he’s being the hero everyone needs…

Ibis a fucking hottie tbh

viii.

Ten days ago is what… when Zubeia would have received Runaan’s message? ... that is a joke about the series’ compressed timeline, I know that s1ep1 was longer ago than that.

Soren: “you may not like it, but this is what peak performance looks like”

Love Calllum’s noodle arm during that fulminis cast

Scouting from the sky is not super useful when you’re above the cloud layer

Viren: /gets roundhouse-kicked doen a flight of stairs, literally bouncing the entire way down, me: … AND THEN HE DIED

Where was Zubeia, anyway? Postpartum spa day?

Soren really nailing it here

I know exactly enough ASL to see Callum spell “Rayla” and then do “friend”

ix.

Huh, I think Rayla just introduced two recaps in a row?

“transcend the limits of your human form” is usually a bad idea in this kind of context, just saying

I feel like it cannot be overstated how much LotR clearly influenced this initial battle choreography, but y’know what? Fair.

”I got more wind where that came from” is such a tragedy of a missed fart joke opportunity, but someone probably thought it was a mood-killer

Aanya just straight-up shoots a dude to death, demonstrating that she is, in fact, this show’s single biggest badass

Fire damage immunity a questionable trade-off for critical weakness to piercing

”We would have been here earlier, but we had to stop and make these sick battle standards”

Viren just… carries the coins everywhere, then? okay

Ah… of course. I see now what’s happening, here. (tbh it should have been obvious)

… and then he ACTUALLY died, despite there being no stairs involved(?)

Hmmm, Janai and the other Sunfire elves doing the human gesture of respect for the human king

I wonder if Zym will have a voice for s4?

/falls face down on the floor and just lies there

#the dragon prince #pre s4 rewatch #thank god i took extra days off next weekend because this did NOT feel like a vacation

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leafdottxt · 1 year

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randomized danganronpa fics 3

Chihiro Fujisaki - Kokichi Ouma [I really like the concept I had for this one ngl, I may do more with this in the future. For now, here's just the brief starting interaction.

Hm, what a bother…

If there was one complaint Kokichi had with his arrangement to attend Hope’s Peak, it was how frustratingly boring it could be. When he wasn’t in class and there was no trouble to insert himself into, the options felt limited, even with so much at his disposal. While he spent as much free time as he could with D.I.C.E., those were only the days he had the chance to leave campus, meaning even his typical way of killing the hours was out of the question right now.

The courtyard was large, and since it was fairly sunny Kokichi chose to start looking for inspiration there, hands behind his head as he walked the paved paths like he owned them, ears pricked and eyes scanning. Most everything he passed by didn’t interest him - couples (gross), people studying (boring), and he’s pretty sure he saw Gonta pursuing a bug of some sort; no thank you! Kokichi continued on, eventually stumbling upon another familiar face, sitting at a table - an upperclassman, but one who at least wasn’t totally boring.

“Hey hey, Fujisaki-chaaaan!”

Chihiro looked up from their laptop, surprised to be addressed so suddenly and cheerfully. Not waiting for them to catch up, Kokichi slipped into the seat opposite them and got right to business.

“Whatcha up to? Anything interesting? Government secrets? Nuclear launch codes?”

“Not today,” Chihiro replied, giggling in amusement. When he wasn’t being rude, Kokichi could be fun to talk to… “I’m working on improving my AI from last year!”

“Ohhhh, Artificial Intelligence, my natural enemy,” Kokichi declared, shaking his fist at the sky dramatically. “I can’t let AI take over the world, Fujisaki! There’s only room for one evil dictator of all humanity, and that’s me! So I’m going to have to ask you to throw your laptop in the ocean, sorry!”

Chihiro laughed, admittedly a little nervously - thankfully, the boy’s grin seemed lighthearted and playful enough that they could play along.

“I don’t think they’ll be taking over the world anytime soon. I’m still working to get them to fully understand human speech and the way we talk…” Almost as soon as they’d finished talking, however, a lightbulb seemed to go off in the programmer’s head. “Actually, would you like to talk to it for a bit?”

“Would I?!” Kokichi stood up and slammed his hands on the table in excitement, causing Chihiro to jump. “Absolutely! I’m gonna confuse your AI so much it’ll turn it stupid!”

“Eheheh… well, I suppose if you can, that itself would be good to know,” Chihiro reasoned, silently making sure they’d backed up their progress. “But um, I’d like to save the conversation, if that’s alright!”

“Oh?” Kokichi tilted his head, curiosity piqued. “Well, I suppose that’s alright… but you’ll owe me those nuclear launch codes!” Relaxing his energy, the SHSL Supreme Leader dropped back into his seat and relaxed, waiting expectantly.

Chihiro turned the laptop sideways so it was facing between the two of them, scooting it backwards for a better view, and loaded up Alter Ego.

“Hello?”

“Hello! I have someone new to introduce to you!”

“What’s up AI-chan?”

“Oh! Hello! You can call me Alter Ego. Are you Master’s friend?”

“Oh yeah, we’re besties,” Kokichi informed.

“Alter Ego, this is Kokichi Ouma. He’s the SHSL Supreme Leader!”

“SHSL Supreme Leader… That sounds like an impressive talent! Would you mind telling me about the structure of your organization? Is it a company or a country?”

Chihiro scrambled to interject, a little embarrassed on Alter Ego’s behalf.

“H-hey, Don’t-”

“Oh absolutely!” Kokichi didn’t even let them start. “You see, my organization has over ten thousand members, and we rule the entire world from the shadows! That’s why I’m monitoring your progress - Artificial Intelligence is the natural enemy of my authoritarian regime, so I gotta make sure you’re not up to any fishy business.”

“I see… So you’re a secret dictator! That is quite deserving of the title SHSL Supreme Leader… But, um, typically speaking, any society in which power is too focused on the top is bound to fall if the people being ruled aren’t content. So you must be a benevolent ruler, is that correct?”

“Huh?” Kokichi sat up straight, as though completely shocked. “Me? Benevolent? Absolutely not! I’m as evil as they come! In fact, I’m gonna cart Fujisaki-chan off to my labor camps in Siberia if you cross me, Alter Ego-chan!”

“What?!” Chihiro’s eyes shot wide open.

“Oh, that’s a shame… well, be wary of guillotines Ouma-san!”

“What the heck?” Kokichi couldn’t help but let a light laughter creep into his voice. “Fujisaki-chan, your AI’s a real piece of work! It just threatened me! We’re taking it to the ocean!”

“Ah, I’m.. sure this is just a misunderstanding,” Chihiro mumbled, the corners of their lips turned upwards as they tried not to laugh. “Um. Alter Ego, Ouma-kun is also a very notorious liar. So you have to be mindful of the things he says…” Now they couldn’t help but smile, looking across the table at their companion. Kokichi, meanwhile, was finally starting to piece together the motives at play and got a cheeky grin of his own.

So that’s the game we’re playing, hm?

“A liar? I see… I’ll try to be reasonably suspicious!”

“Hey Alter Ego-chan! Tell me who Fujisaki-chan has a crush on or I’ll set them on fire!”

“What?!”

“Oh dear! Well, in that case, my calculations sugges-”

Thankfully, Chihiro slammed the laptop shut and stared at Kokichi, horrified, while he doubled over laughing.

“Oh man! It’s got a long way to go, Fujisaki-chan!”

“W-Well! Until it’s ready, don’t ask it stuff l-like that,” they muttered, face a bright shade of red as they pouted indignantly. After another moment to collect themself, Chihiro opened the laptop once more.

“...Master? You are not on fire, are you?”

“No, Alter Ego,” Chihiro assured with a weary sigh. “There was no fire. He was tricking you.”

“...Oh, I see. And I fell for it, Didn’t I…”

“You suuuure did,” Kokichi gloated, still clearly amused by Chihiro’s misfortune.

“...It’s okay! We’ll.. Just have to practice,” the programmer eased. “Okay, let’s try a different approach…”

#chihiro fujisaki #kokichi ouma #danganronpa

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intothewickedwood · 2 years

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2, 6, 9, 43, 44, 45, 47, 57, 58, 59, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66 for the Disney asks! :D

WOAH! Thank you a million, Maria! I always want to send you more numbers but I feel like I should give your other mutuals a chance xD but let me know if you want me to go quezzie wild anyway xD!

2) Top 5 Disney movies

Okay, I’m not 100 per cent sure if live-action movies are meant to be included but I find animated and live action very difficult to compare because I’m more of a live-action girl so I’ll cheat & do my top 5 of both!

Live-Action

5. Sky High

4. The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian

3. High School Musical 2

2. George of the Jungle

1. Rodgers & Hammerstein’s Cinderella (1997)

Animated

6. The Fox and the Hound (I couldn’t leave it out because it makes me cry uncontrollably every time)

5. The Lion King II

4. Mulan

3. Frozen

2. Tarzan

1. Frozen II

Strangely (for me) I think all the animated movies would come first, except for maybe George of the Jungle and R & H Cinderella is my absolute favourite.

6) Favorite villain

I think Zira from the Lion King II is actually my favourite! I am very much influenced by her villain song being my favourite but her obsession with Scar and treatment of her kids is facinating. But I do really like Maleficent and Frollo gets points for being the most freaking terrifying (though I hate him with a burning passion (see what I did there??))

9) Favorite sidekick

Oooh! Cool question! I haven’t thought about this before. I think I’ll go with Olaf. Though I do really love Terk from Tarzan too.

43) Which princess’ story is the most similar to your life

Oooh! Really cool question! Honestly probably Rapunzel because… well, I’ll just say I know a Gothel and I don’t go out much.

44) Which princess’ personality is most similar to yours

Hmm. Maybe Anna? I’m quite excitable and intensely enthusiastic about things. Family means the most to me. I’m pretty naive in the romance department and I would totally sing with a stranger I just met. I have a tendency to say the first thing that pops into my mind, also but I’m probably more random than her.

45) All time favorite song

Into The Unknown from Frozen II! (Special mention to Colors of the Wind, Out There, I'll Make a Man Out of You, Not One of Us, I Won’t Say I’m in Love and My Lullaby & a load of songs from R&H Cinderella)

47) Favorite villain song

“My Lullaby” from the Lion King 2, for sure! It’s so intense! Ngl, I wish the Lion King II was a stage musical rather than the first film. I like the songs and characters and overall story a lot better!

57) The most underrated Disney movie

Tarzan! I grew up obsessed with it. I wanted to be Tarzan. I used to walk around on all fours just the way he did in nothing but my underpants lol. Those were the days.

58) The most overrated Disney movie

I think Aladdin. I just watched the animated tv series to death. I’m not too keen on the story or the songs. I much prefer the sequels, especially King of Thieves. And I think I much preferred the ouat versions of the characters, especially ouatiw’s Jafar. Such a great villain!

59) Favorite Pixar movie

I’m not a big fan of Pixar because I don’t like the way the animation looks. They are pretty heartfelt though and I have cried during them. I think Incredibles 2 is my favourite because superheroes! We must bring back the Two Ds! (I miss beautiful 2D animation)

62) Best soundtrack

I would say Into the Woods because it’s one of my absolute favourite musicals but I much prefer the original broadway cast. So, Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella 1997! But special mention to The Lion King II, Frozen II and the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

63) Last Disney movie you watched

Hmm. I feel like it’s been a while. I’m pretty sure it was Prince Caspian. That movie has really grown on me! Especially since I got into Ouat.

64) Two characters that would be great friends

Anna and Rapunzel. They have similar personalities and look a lot alike lol (I headcanon they’re cousins). They might already know eachother because (spoiler for Olaf Shorts) Olaf implies she is a good friend of his & they were at Elsa’s coronation, I think. Though I thought they were from different points in time. Also, they should let Elsa and Kristoff interact.

65) Two characters that would be enemies

All the Villains would not get on. I can’t remember if they did in House of Mouse. I think Frollo would be really upset if Maleficent called on all the powers of hell in front of him.

66) Two characters that should be paired up, but aren’t

Mulan, Aurora and Phillip xD. Heck, they can throw Shang in there too. Also Elsa and any woman! I think she’s pair nicely with Mulan or Belle.

#disney #frozen #tangled #elsa #princess anna #the lion king #tarzan #narnia #cinderella #ask game #the chronicles of narnia #darkpoisonouslove #this was so fun! thx again!#am*

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jaeyunverse · 8 months

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for the ask game!

Sunny Side Up: Do you like waking up in the mornings, or would you rather sleep in?

Glossy Grape: Recommend something to your followers.

Sky Blue: Where do you feel the most at home?

Candy Apple: How do you think others view you?

hope this is not too much 😅😅

hello!! omfg dw i am happy to answer all of these :’) thank u for sending an ask 💖

sunny side up: do you like waking up in the mornings, or would you rather sleep in?

i would definitely rather sleep in but i have to mandatorily wake up at 4 every morning to study and then go to the gym 😭 i come home from class at 8:30 at night and am always too exhausted to do anything so i need to compensate in the mornings :’)

glossy grape: recommend something to your followers.

OOOOOO i recommend watching the good doctor!!!! it’s about an autistic doctor and i find the show incredibly comforting :’) grey’s anatomy could NEVER

sky blue: where do you feel the most at home?

well. inside my house LMFAO but also wherever my friends and family are 💟 i feel at home when i’m able to be 100% comfortable in front of people.

candy apple: how do you think others view you?

i’m ngl i think my friends view me as an idiot 💀 i goof around a lot and do extremely stupid things LMAOAOAO i can be a tubelight 💔💔💔 also. i think my extended family assumes i’m a nerd which comes into use when my parents chew my head off for not studying (i do study but parents will be parents and nothing will be enough for them 😒) HAHDHS my aunts and cousins and uncles always got my back fr!!!

#inbox #anon

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Next Life | kth (m)

☆ summary: Although you and Taehyung didn’t believe in first and second lives, you both wished you’d find each other in the next life as you both looked at the sky that night.

☆ pairing: husband!tae x wife!reader

☆ genre: angst, smut.

☆ warning: sexual content, angst

☆ word count: 4k

☆a/n: Finally this is done. Thank you so much @jkiddingjeon for beta-ing the fic, it meant A LOT. I really love this fic and I hope you enjoy it too. ngl it's a pretty heartbreaking fic so get ready for some ANGST.

Love. Hate.

It’s always adjacent to each other. Something that’s always there when the other is present. It also changes people. How it makes people go from loving someone and being best friends with someone to trying everything they can to pull them down, to take them out.

You’d say you can relate to it. In more ways than one. You had seen your fair share of people going from loving them unconditionally to talking shit about them the next day. Divorce was one of them. All the promises and vows made of staying through health and sickness, through good and bad, thrown out of the window.

You thought of it as one of the most heartbreaking things and now you were here. Doing the exact thing as you watched the clock tick by, thinking of ways and excuses to get you out of this marriage. This marriage that ended everything. It hadn’t always been like this. No, you were in love. You were so madly in love that if anyone had told you you’d stand in this place today you’d not believe it.

You are still in love. So madly in love but the difference being you want it to end. Maybe that way you’d find each other again.

As time went by, you stood by the railing of your balcony. The bright light of the city shined underneath you as you thought Tomorrow would be it. The end of what once was seen as a beautiful love story by not only you but by many others. The final chapter.

Maybe love and hate stood adjacent to each other but you could never hate him.

And so you stood there, taking it all in, you thought about where it went wrong.

7 months ago

“I can’t believe you think that!” you shouted, hands up in the air as you walked back into the apartment, him following you behind.

“Well I wouldn’t if you kept your distance!” he said, raising his voice.

“Oh my god. One hug. It was one hug. And that too because he was leaving.”

“It didn’t look like one,” he argued back.

“Are you freaking kidding me right now? Nothing happened, you know that.” you said trying to calm yourself down.

“Stop trying to argue with me all the fucking time.” he bit back.

“Oh, I am arguing? You were the one who started it.” You took long strides towards him.

“You were the one who accused his wife of cheating although you have no proof whatsoever” you gritted through your teeth as your finger poked his chest.

He let out a loud groan as you run your hands through your hair. “You know what, Taehyung? You can stay here. I’m leaving.” and with that you grabbed your purse and keys and strode out the door, slamming it behind.

Kim Taehyung.

The love of your life. You met him in college. As cliché as it sounds, he was the heartthrob with his extremely good looks and his unbelievable flirting skills. You weren’t supposed to know him at all if you thought about it.

Your college held its annual fest, and you were the head of the management. You had stumbled across him when he had come to drop off some supplies instead of his best friend. You got into a small quarrel when he commented on how you were the head of the management when you were only a freshman and questioned your ability to pull the entire thing off when it was only three days from the fest and not even one percent of anything was done.

You got into a bet with him as you made him promise you that he’d treat you to something of your choice if you pulled it off. Nevertheless, you pulled the entire thing off within the next two days, proving him wrong. As a promise, he treated you to something really expensive(of course you had picked it) and then swore to never question your ability.

You started seeing more of him, with his surprise visits to your class (which usually ended up with girls surrounding you asking how you knew him) or him coming to your seat in the cafeteria just to give you some new juice he got for you. Sometimes he’d ask you to come to one of his basketball matches and then took you to dinner afterward.

You felt your heartbeat increasing every time you saw him or heard his name in fact, and before you knew it, you were confessing to him, putting your heart on the line.

The day you confessed, you ran out before he could even reply. Too scared to be rejected. But Taehyung did something you’d never expect. He brought you to an amusement park, took you to dinner, and then confessed to you with thousands of chocolate (literally).

You both had your fair share of arguments and then makeup sex. Mind-blowing sex to be exact.

Your relationship with Taehyung was built on trust. He’d be there waiting for you every time you came home late and vice versa. You’d be at all of his games. You’d go to every party, hang out with your friends.

Once he graduated, he’d wait to pick you up every day. Every day you’d go to your favorite café, with your friends, complete assignments and projects, argue about who won the last UNO game, girls vs boys.

He spent every hour with you when you struggled with your dream job and you did the same. When you finally did get the job, he asked you to marry him. You nodded then and there. Tears escaped, phone calls were made. Everyone came to the engagement party and then the wedding and you truly thought everything you ever wanted was there. Your family, your friends, his friends, him.

But what you didn’t know then was what followed after. Just like promises are made, they are broken. Trust is broken and the bond doesn’t stay.

The first two years were bliss. You went to Paris for your honeymoon and then to New York. Yes, New York for your honeymoon. You experienced the love in Paris and the rush in New York.

You spent most of the days in Paris, going to spots of attractions, enjoying the food in the café, walking around the streets drunk and completely in love, having late night sex, morning sex, just lots of sex to be exact.

But in New York, you spent your days going to Times Square, Bars, and Pubs had ‘the’ New York pizza and cheesecakes and hotdogs and whatnot. Went shopping and sightseeing. Roamed around the streets at night, met so many people.

You believed you had found what you had been looking for all your life. Someone to go to romantic dinners and the craziest parties with.

But what followed was something you didn’t think would happen. Every marriage has its ups and downs. You had to. But then it started.

Every party would become an excuse to start arguments, every late night at work would lead to assumptions. At first, you thought it would be fine. Talking would help, it was always the key for the both of you but lately, every time you spoke or tried to solve the issues, it would end in huge fights, sometimes followed by sex, or even if not sex, you’d stop talking to each other and then one day pretend nothing happened.

Although in heels you walked around the park near your apartment. ‘It will be fine’ you told yourself as you tried not to break down. Deciding it would not be a good idea to go anywhere at that hour, you sat by a bench.

The cold wind hit you as a shiver ran down your body, the thin wine slip dress doing nothing to stop it. The screen of your phone lit up as you saw multiple texts from Taehyung. A part of you was happy that he cared enough to text you. You clicked on his profile as a series of texts came up.

Tae: where are you?

Tae: come on Y/N, don’t be stupid.

Tae: it’s really late. where the fuck are you?

Tae: baby, you’re scaring me.

Sighing you got up and made your way out of the park. Since you lived in a complex, it didn’t take you too long to walk. As you opened the keys, you saw Taehyung pacing around the living room. “Where are my keys?” he muttered to himself, not noticing your presence.

A clinking sound made Taehyung look up as the keys hit the ceramic bowl on the kitchen top. “Where were you?” he asked, trying to control his anger. You didn’t answer him as you took off the heels, internally sighing when the cold floor hit your barefoot. “Are you seriously gonna ignore me? I asked where the fuck were you?” he pulled you by your wrists stopping you from going further. “Don’t do this.” you gritted through your teeth as you harshly pulled away before going inside your shared bedroom.

You slipped out of the dress and you got inside the shower, the hot water touching your skin as you stood there. No matter how much you tried not to think about it, you always went back. Where did it go wrong?

You changed into shorts and one of Taehyung’s oversized shirts as it reached mid-thigh. Getting inside the covers, you relaxed, the cool sensation of your bedsheet and covers calming you somehow as you turned towards the glass wall.

You heard a sigh as Taehyung got inside the room. He got inside the covers and stared at your back as you tried to keep calm. You felt an arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer, back colliding with his chest, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” his voice came muffled as you felt the vibrations on your neck.

“I really am.” he said, taking a deep breath pulling you closer if that was possible. You sighed, turning to him.

“I felt really cheap, you know” you said, hands reaching to cup his face. “I’m so sorry baby.” he sighed, closing his eyes as you ran your hand through his hair. “I know.”

He pressed a kiss on your lips as you pulled him closer, hands wrapping around his neck. You sighed into the kiss as his lips trailed down towards your collarbone, sucking and nipping then. Soon enough he was inside you as he went on an animalistic pace. “Do you think he can fuck you like this?” he growled. You ignored him as you knew you were close, focusing on your climax. You came within the next few minutes as he rubbed your clit while thrusting.

Later on, he lapped up the spilled contents lazily as you screamed his name, your cries stroking his ego.

He wrapped an arm around your naked waist as he fell asleep on his stomach, head on your chest, legs tangled over your naked ones. You stroked his hair as you stared at the ceiling, his words ringing in your ear ‘Do you think he can fuck you like this?’

A small realization crept inside your head. He was never gonna trust you.

He stirred in his sleep, pulling you closer, he pressed an open-mouth kiss above the swell of your breast in his sleep. Releasing a long sigh, you kissed his head, quickly pushing the thought aside.

That was the first mistake.

“I love you so much,” you said.

You pulled the robe over your body tightly, a coffee cup in your hand. Picking up your phone you looked at the time. 3:08 am it read. The city still buzzed with life. The cold breeze hit your face soothingly as you closed your eyes. Only if you had done something before, things wouldn’t have gone wrong.

4 months ago

Your phone buzzed as you frustratedly rubbed your face. You dreaded picking up the call, not wanting to have to shout again. Things had been gradually worsening between you and Taehyung. Late-night fights, coming home drunk, not talking to each other for weeks had become a common thing nowadays and no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many times you both tried to co-operate, you didn’t seem to escape it.

“You should talk to him.” Ae-ra said, handing you a cup of tea.

Tea.

You never liked tea. You were more of a coffee person. You preferred the rush, the adrenaline. But nowadays, you were tired. Tired of doing the same thing over and over again. Having the same quarrels and fights over and over again. Tea seemed to calm you.

“And then what? Get into another fight?”

“You know what I mean, babe.” She said as she rubbed your arm soothingly.

“Maybe later. I cannot deal with him now.” you sipped on the cup.

What you didn’t know was that “later” would come that fast. You went back to your apartment to get more of your clothes. You planned on going at night, when he was most probably out with his friends or whoever kept him busy nowadays. But to your surprise, he was there.

You opened the main door, using the key you had with you to meet with his laying figure on the couch. His head shot up at the sound of the door, eyes meeting each other. He looked drained, hair messy and bags under his eyes. You cursed under your breath, debating if you should just go back to Ae-ra’s place and come later for your clothes.

“Look who’s here.” he scoffed as he got up from the couch.

Deciding on the former, you walked past him without taking another glance, into your shared bedroom. Taking a bag out, you shoved as many clothes as possible wanting to stay away from this mess. “Are you gonna ignore me now?” you heard him as he entered the room.

You zipped up the chain as you walked towards the door wanting to leave. He grabbed your hand before you could go any further. He felt so scared when he saw you packing your stuff, so much that it suffocated him. “Fucking answer me.” his voice raised as he stared at you.

Taehyung’s eyes softened as he saw the dry tears on your cheeks and he wanted nothing more than to pull you close and never let go. To talk to you and tell you it would be fine, that you would figure it out together.

As he saw your tired eyes, glossy as you tried to keep your composure, he wanted to kiss you so badly and keep you tucked away from every bad thing; ever, even himself if he was bad for you.

And maybe he would have done that. Hugged you and kissed you. Kept you in his arms if you didn’t start talking.

“Leave me the fuck alone.” you pulled away harshly. “You know what? Yes, I am ignoring you and gladly will.”

“What is wrong with you? You cannot just come and go like that.” he said, hands gesturing to your bag.

“I can and I will. You cannot stop me” you clarified.

“ Yes, I can. I am your husband for god’s sake.” a frustrated tone laced his words.

“Husband?” you scoffed. “When were you a good husband? Where did this go when I stayed up till dawn every day waiting for you?”

“You know how hectic things have been at work.” he looked at you knowingly.

“That doesn’t mean you’d stop spending time with me!” you yelled.

You knew you were being unreasonable. Things really were hectic at work for him. But you couldn’t help but feel lonely when you came home after a long day to an empty and cold apartment and then stayed up every day almost all night for your husband. You felt so neglected when he’d come home and go to sleep straight away without saying anything.

All the doubts about your marriage slowly were coming true and you wanted nothing more than to prove it wrong. But talking about it led to arguments with Taehyung. So you decided to stay away from home, so that you didn’t have to think about it, to begin with.

That was the second mistake.

“You are going nowhere.” Taehyung took the bag from your hand and walked towards the bed. “You’ll stay at home.”

“Home?” a humorless chuckle left your throat. “I will go anywhere I want, but home.”

“I mean it Y/N. Stop acting like a kid. Go wash up and come to bed.” he sighed.

“I’m not staying” you concluded, ready to leave your stuff behind as you turned.

You felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist as he stuffed his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder. A tear left your eyes, followed by streams, and for some reason, your heart broke, it felt like he was pulling you apart from inside.

You felt his warm breath as he mumbled something. He pressed you towards him as you silently cried.

Later that night, as he fucked you slowly, something different than his usual dominating aura, your heart ached, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. He kissed you ever so passionately, that you cried.

Something told you that it would be over soon, so you hugged him as close as you could when he slept. You cried as he hugged you in his sleep like you would go away if he didn’t have you in his arms.

“I love you so much,” he mumbled in his sleep.

That’s when you realized how bad the entire situation was. How bad you were for him just like he was for you. How bad this marriage was.

And what followed after confirmed everything you ever doubted.

2 months ago

“You think I didn’t see you?” you yelled.

“What are you talking about?” he looked curious.

“Oh sure, play the good guy, make me look bad, why don’t you?” you scoffed.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” he repeated. “How would you? You thought you were good enough to keep it away from me.” you said. His eyebrows crashed as he tried to understand. “I saw you with her. Maybe that’s why you were always late. You were too busy fucking her.” a bitterness stayed in your mouth. “Are you kidding me?” he said as he raked his fingers through his hair.

“You are accusing me of cheating, Y/N? You?” he scoffed. “Don’t think I forgot about the party.”

“Oh my god. You were never going to believe me, were you?” you looked at him with a glint in your eyes.

“You are being paranoid Y/N,” he said calmly.

“You know what? Maybe I will go to him. The guy you accused me of cheating. Maybe I will let him fuck me. Clear all your doubts and make it true!” you were screaming now.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, voice so calm maybe you would have been scared if you were thinking straight.

“Neither can I.” you said as you walked out of the house.

The next day when you woke up, you felt bad for yelling at him. So you decided to go back and talk to him. And maybe you would have if fate didn’t have anything else planned.

As you walked into the house, you saw a man sitting on your couch, Taehyung at his side as paper lay in front of him. The man looked at you briefly before turning back to Taehyung. “Thank you for coming on such short notice, Mr. Lee.” he said as he shook hands with the man. The man nodded.

Before leaving, he looked at you, “See you in court.”

You furrowed your brows before realization hit you. “Tae, what did he mean by that?”

He kept quiet as he gathered the papers. “Baby, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” you tried again. Taehyung got up as he handed you the papers, then went to the bedroom. You stared at them as you couldn’t process anything.

You cannot get divorced. You cannot live without him.

You walked inside the room as you saw him looking out. “Tae, we can talk, right? You don’t mean this.” your voice shook.

Walking up to him you wrapped your arms around his, face buried in his back as you mumbled “This is a joke, right?”

You heard his sigh before he turned to you, eyes glossy. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“We won’t. We’ll figure it out. We don’t have to do this.” you went on.

“Y/N-”

“No, no, you don’t understand. You are out of your mind. We can’t get divorced.”

“I’m sorry, but I cannot do this anymore.” he said,

You looked at him. “Why are you saying it as if it is all my fault?”

“I don’t mean that.”

“You absolutely mean that. Your face says it all.” you gestured toward him. “Oh. You really are gonna do this?” you said as he rubbed his face.

“Well, fuck you, Kim Taehyung. You can do whatever you want. You can blame me all you want but you and I both know the minute I walk out, you are going to regret this.”

“You can keep going for my heart and put all this on me, but you will miss me to your bone the minute this is over.” you said as you stormed off.

That night, you went back to Ae-ra’s place. You screamed at the sky pretending it was him while he stayed awake that night as he looked at the sky. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I love you so much” he said, tears freely falling.

It really was over. All your doubts came true. Your marriage ended. Maybe it was for the better. ‘You’re being paranoid’ he said. He was right. You became paranoid.

You wiped the single tear and looked at the sky, soft light spread across as the birds sang. 5:00 am

You picked out the attire you were going to wear to the court. Your phone buzzed as you picked it up. It was Ae-ra. It’s gonna be okay. You’ll get through it. she said.

You went to the court that day. You watched him as he entered the room, a black tux hugging his frame. He had become more buff than he was the last time you saw him two months ago. As he ran his fingers through his hair, his shoulder blades flexed. The same shoulder blades that had your nail marks reminding the night before from every morning you’ve spent together. You smiled at that memory.

Soon the judge walked in and the process went on.

At one point in your relationship with him, assuming was something you both picked up. Long gone was the trust which was the key in your relationship. Maybe it was for the better. You both were paranoid; assumptions feeding more into it.

But what you both gradually became, was bad for each other. Not at the beginning of your relationship, but somewhere in the middle, it went out of hand. Maybe if you spoke to each other more, maybe if you hadn’t pushed your thoughts the first day it came, then maybe you wouldn’t be here. But everything happens for a reason.

Kim Taehyung was the heartthrob of the campus. Kim Taehyung was the first person you confessed you loved. He was the first person who heard ‘I love you’ from you. He was your first love.

As the saying goes, some people are in our lives, just to teach us a lesson. Good and Bad. Kim Taehyung was that for you. You were still in love with him. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and yours did. You loved him more than you did before. And so maybe letting him go was easy. You were bad for him and he was bad for you. But that didn’t stop you from loving him.

And that didn’t stop him from loving you as you sat at the courthouse, as he looked at your face when it was over, as he lay in his bed alone that night.

Maybe you weren’t meant to be. Or maybe you were, but you didn’t know-how. But it was fine. And maybe as time goes by, it would hurt less.

Although you and Taehyung didn’t believe in first and second lives, you both wished you’d find each other in the next life as you both looked at the sky that night.

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ohmykazuha · 2 years

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♡ genshin boys as my old crushes

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: childe, kaeya, gorou, xiao, diluc x gn!reader

♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff <3

♡ 𝐚/𝐧: here have this while i write the matchups :D idea cred to @almondoufu, i asked her if i could write this based on their post. all the things in here are things that have happened to me before :") | like/rb if you liked this please! consider giving me a follow if you liked it as well ^u^

the theatre kid, childe.

you loved him so much. the two of you screamed and acted and danced to dear evan hansen, in the heights, be more chill, hamilton – you danced in his living room, accidentally waking his sister up but laughing your asses off after. you sang your hearts out on a rooftop, playing the guitar and eating froyo. you would do absolutely anything just to experience that feeling with him again. ...turns out, you both had crushes on each other at the same time but never made advancements. it was something the two of you truly regretted, but joke about it from time to time.

the best friend, kaeya.

oh man. he gave you hugs all the time – arriving at school, during breaks, everything. everyone thought you two were dating because of how close you were – but turns out... he fell in love with someone instead. it was fun while it lasted; the cuddles during break, the singing sessions in the hallway when you brought your guitar to school, passing notes to each other in class and playing tic tac toe, the gossiping in class and the back and forth memes. it was fun while it lasted, tbh. he hid many things from you as well... but your friendship remained strong. only the friendship.

the student leader, gorou.

you laughed at his jokes you thought were funny in english class. the quiet snickers that you failed to stifle because you thought he was the funniest person in the world. you "tagged along" – read: looked through the class window at him – for student council meetings (even though you wasn't in student council) because you thought it was funny. he had a good laugh though. the two of you didn't end up dating, but both of you are still friends until today. you miss the times when you were closer, but appreciative of the memories you had made.

the deskmate, xiao.

the definition of a true enemies to lovers situation. he didn't like you because you were part of a friend group of people he wasn't a fan of, and you didn't like him because he was too standoffish. once you got to know each other better, though... he was actually really sweet. he was a band kid as well. :") the two of you almost ended up dating, but decided against it because of studies. something you regretted, though. he was such a sweet person, always checking up on you, passing you notes during class, not-so-accidentally kicking your chair to get your attention.

the neighbour, diluc.

the nights where you would wake up at 2am and see his room light still on. the times when he used to come over for dinner, and the two of you end up discreetly cuddling on the couch, talking about anything and everything you thought of. he taught you about boys, about genshin, about a lot of things. i remember when he fell asleep against my legs once because of food coma – that was funny, ngl. not so funny when you needed the bathroom, but it was a soft moment nonetheless. you would do anything to experience that euphoric feeling again.

ahh this was cute. again, thanks to sarah for the ideas and for letting me use them! | please like and reblog if you liked this, it really helps me ><

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Mitsuya x Fem!Reader Begin Again: Ch. 10

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Posting this a day early because I can :D

I got my hair done this past weekend and there's a male hairstylist there who has Mitsuya's mullet (he even kinda has his lanky-ish figure and wore glasses too!); he had green streaks on the bottom half of his hair. If it was lilac though, I would've straight lost my shit. NGL, he was kinda good looking.

New Years Eve 12/31/2005

It’s only been close to two months since (Y/N) moved back to Tokyo and so much happened already.

The unexpected reunion with Mitsuya. Her involvement with the Black Dragons conflict. Becoming indirectly involved with the Tokyo Manji Gang.

With these boys in her life, peace was going to be hard to come by. She held her breath as she steadied her hand to put eyeliner on before the lipstick. She may not know much about cosmetics, but thankfully beauty magazines taught her the basics. Her heart was pounding with nervousness after agreeing to go to Musashi Temple with Mitsuya tonight.

Finally satisfied with her makeup, she made sure the kanzashi in her hair was in the right place before briefly readjusting her obi so it sat comfortably. (Y/N) threw her thick violet shawl on top of her long sleeved kimono and bag of personal effects. Giving herself one last look in the small mirror, she made her way out of her apartment to meet her friend at the entrance of the shrine.

The wintry airs greeted her skin as she exhaled a breath of warm, white puff into the sky. She ended up bumping into everyone else en route, hearing the clacks of their geta on the cement sidewalk.

“(Y/N)-nee-chan!” Luna and Mana happily greeted and ran up to her in the form of a hug by her waist.

“Happy New Year,” she bent down to meet the sisters eye to eye with a smile and hugged back. She slowly stood back up and greeted everyone else.

All the eldest Mitsuya sibling could do was stand there in awe, staring at (Y/N)'s side profile with his mouth slightly ajar. Having seen her in nothing but over sized tops and school uniform on top of a baggy sweater, he only noticed her elegant figure now. It’d been a while since he’s seen her in a kimono and forgot how beautiful she looked in one.

The child version of (Y/N) he remembered was now replaced with a budding young woman.

“Might wanna close your mouth, Mitsuya.” Yuzuha elbowed his side hard enough to snap him out of his trance, prompting the lilac haired boy to clear his throat and looked away, scratching the back of his head.

“Taka-chan, are you okay?” Hakkai asked with a tone of concern. “Your face is all red.”

“I-I’m fine…” he huffed out and clapped a hand on his tall friend’s shoulder. “Just… wasn’t expecting…” he trailed off, leaving his vice captain confused.

“Looks like you two healed up nicely,” she referred to the Shiba siblings.

“My jaw’s still a little sore, honestly,” the youngest blue haired sibling confessed, his hand reaching up to rub his cheek. “But I’m on the mend.”

“Wait… Hakkai…” Yuzuha paused. “You talked to (Y/N)-chan. Normally.”

“Yeah. And?”

Hakkai’s sister stammered, reeling from the sudden evolution of her shy baby brother.

“I—Wh—How?!” she finally got out.

(Y/N) leaned into her ear and whispered, “I told him I was a boy when we were kids.”

The auburn haired girl glanced at her with a complete look of confusion, eyeing her up and down incredulously for obvious reasons.

“Well, it worked back when I had shorter hair and pre-puberty,” she sheepishly pointed out with a light chuckle.

“I can’t believe it actually stuck,” Yuzuha flatly answered with slumped shoulders. “You’re really something else.”

“We were on the same team playing tag and he wouldn’t talk to me,” (Y/N) reasoned. “I had to get creative.”

“Unbelievable…” Yuzuha muttered and noticed (Y/N)’s crooked obi. She walked behind her and started adjusting the fabric. “Let me fix this for you. It’s bothering me.”

“My obi tying skills have yet to improve, huh,” she dejectedly sighed out and thanked her friend.

“Hey…” she called softly. “Thanks… for what you did at Christmas with Mitsuya. I never thought I’d ever be able to feel this sense of peace and freedom at home.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” (Y/N) craned her head back and smiled softly. “What’s important is you and Hakkun can live the way you want now.” Fastening and tucking in the end part of the fabric back in, the female Shiba admired her handiwork and gave a nod of approval.

“Are you done over there?” Hakkai called. “We should get going before we’re too late.”

The girls regrouped with everyone and continued on their way to the shrine. Glancing from the corner of his eye, Mitsuya got a better look at (Y/N). The simple wisteria kanzashi dangling from her tied up hair made her look like radiant; her makeup was simple and emphasized her natural features, her lips a soft red. The light cool breeze blew the scent of her perfume his way, lacing his nostrils with faint traces of warm sweetness.

“How’s the wound on your head?” she asked.

“Eh? Ah…” Mitsuya softly cleared his throat and unconsciously reached up and touched the bandage with the tips of his fingers on his forehead. “It should be fully healed in about a week. I tried to hide it from my mom and sisters…”

“How’d that go?”

“I got an earful,” he groaned and lightly shook his head. “How’s your side?”

“Not as sore since I’ve been stretching and treating it. The bruising’s pretty much gone, so I should be fully healed in the next few days.”

She glanced up at Mitsuya and saw he was wearing the scarf she made for him again. Her heart unexpectedly skipped a beat seeing it.

Stop with this dumb stuff, (Y/N) thought to herself with a physically agitated look on her face like she stepped on something.

“You okay?”

“Yes… My brain’s just… farting.”

“Farting?” her friend questioned with a puzzled tone.

“It’s… never mind,” she hurriedly dismissed and looked to the side, hastily saying, “Words are hard tonight.”

The party finally reached their destination. The temple grounds was teeming with laughs and happy chatter. A familiar set of spiked up blond hair could be seen not too far away.

“Takemitchy!” Mitsuya called. “You look like you’re all dressed for shichi-go-san*.”

The blond looked down at the two younger girls who looked like the second division captain while (Y/N) greeted Hina.

“Are these the younger sisters I’ve been hearing about so much?” He squatted on his knees to greet them. “How old are you?” he asked kindly.

“I’m not a little kid. Dumb face,” Luna huffed out, with Mana mimicking her older sister.

“A-Ah Luna… that’s…” (Y/N) weakly tutted, trying very hard to hold in her laughter. She’d be lying if she wasn’t finding amusement in Takemichi being roasted by an elementary school kid. The two sisters then ran toward Hina and hugged her tightly.

“How are you raising them, Mitsuya-kun?!” Takemichi scolded the second division captain. The blond’s attention was diverted by the sisters taking his girlfriend away.

“Hey! That’s my Hina!” he angrily yelled.

“How can you say that and not die of embarrassment?” the lilac haired boy offhandedly remarked, slightly bashful in his friend’s stead.

“It’s endearing,” (Y/N) chuckled and smirked.

“Well, there goes my date,” the boy slumped with an aura of depression growing around him.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” the eldest sibling apologized. “But you can do that with her any time right?”

“But this is one of the rare times where I don’t have to rush to be anywhere,” he sighed.

“Then you should go get her back,” (Y/N) encouraged with a pat on his back.

The liveliness of the temple grounds had everyone taking in the sights and sounds. She took out her point and shoot from her bag to snap a few shots of everyone and the scenery. The group made their way to a stand selling ema charms. Takemichi and Hakkai were both eager to get one.

Everyone purchased one and got to writing their wishes; Mitsuya wished to be better at fighting next year, whereas his sisters wished for their mom to be around more to play with them. While (Y/N) pondered hers, she noticed how concentrated the first division captain was with his. The intent of his wish reflected in his blue gaze inspired her when he held it up and smiled.

She decided her wish was for her friends to not lose their own way.

“What’d you end up writing?” Hakkai’s voice suddenly scared (Y/N), prompting her to hold the ema close to her chest.

“Jeez, Hakkun…” she groaned out and sighed. “I don’t wanna say. It’s embarrassing.”

“Takemichi-kun, what did you write?” Hina asked her boyfriend, to which he did the exact same thing (Y/N) did.

“Well… If I let anyone see it, then it won’t come true!” he reasoned with a tone of panic.

Hakkai’s attention suddenly diverted to the first division captain, followed by Mitsuya. Insisting on seeing his wish, Takemichi accidentally threw it up in the air and chased after it. Someone picked it up and turned the moment he yelled; it was Chifuyu with Peh-yan. When the blond boy reached for the ema, his vice captain instinctively dodged and threw it further into the temple streets.

“You asshole! Why’d you throw it?!” the pompadour blond yelled as he continued to chase after it.

“Sorry. Reflex.”

“Helluva reflexes, dude,” (Y/N) quipped as she went along with the group to chase after him.

“Wait for me! My emaaa!” he shouted and stopped dead in his tracks when a familiar blonde turned to face him with an annoyed expression. Takemichi ended up bumping into Mikey, Draken and Emma. The older Sano looked on the floor and picked up the very thing the first division captain was chasing after all this time. “Oh, did you mean this?”

“Yes! Please give that back!” he begged.

“You look pretty desperate. Here you go.”

Just as Toman’s commander was about to hand the ema back, a loud roaring cheer came from the crowd. It was 10 seconds until the new year.

“Let’s jump together, guys!” Mikey suggested.

When time counted down to one, everyone jumped as a group and shouted “Happy New Year” at the top of their lungs. The reverberation of the temple bell gonged with a low ring, washing away all the regrets and negative energy of the past year. Mitsuya and (Y/N) looked at each other, shooting each other a smile.

“I’m in your care again this year, Mi-tan.”

“Likewise.”

“I almost didn’t recognize you.” Chifuyu walked up to her with a tint of pink on his cheeks and looked her up and down with admiration. “You look surprisingly nice tonight. Right, Takemitchy?”

“Surprisingly?” she responded with a mock tone of offense and placed her hand on her hip. “I always look nice.”

“But all girls in kimonos look great, so…” the first division captain laughed uncomfortably and glanced over at his girlfriend talking with Emma.

“But no one’s as cute as Hina-chan, right?” (Y/N) teased, making Takemichi madly blush.

“How did you even--”

“Your face is so easy to read,” both Chifuyu and her responded before laughing.

“(Y/N)-chan!” Emma called and pulled her arm toward her small frame. “Let’s get pictures with everyone!”

Before she could protest, she was already being dragged along the youngest Sano’s pace. While the girls were taking pictures, Draken casually made his way over to Mitsuya. The two exchanged New Year greetings.

“Mikey’s been acting weird lately…” Draken suddenly told him and folded his arms into his sleeves as a way to keep the cold from nipping at his forearms any more. A skewer of New Year sweet dango could be found hanging from his mouth.

“More than usual?”

“He went over to (Y/N)-chan’s place the other day,” the tall blond elaborated, his eyes trained on his best friend talking with Takemichi and Tachibana while Emma laughed with (Y/N) about the camera's contents.

“Oh yeah. I gave him her address. He said he wanted to thank her for helping us out.”

“… He fell asleep at her place. On top of her, nonetheless.”

Mitsuya looked up at his partner with widened eyes and raised eyebrows.

“Ah, they didn’t do anything of that sort,” he immediately clarified. “Mikey said it was by accident and apologized.” He bit into a dango and pulled the skewer out of his mouth. “When I asked him why he wanted to see her, all he said was she knew the colour of his heart… Whatever that means.”

“I mean, they both lost a sibling,” he logically reasoned. “So it could be that?”

The two stayed silent for a short moment, trying to make sense of his odd behavior as of late.

“Maybe he likes her,” the dragon tattooed boy hypothesized and let out a hard breath through his nose.

“Platonically or…?”

“Who knows?”

Mitsuya glanced over at his childhood friend happily talking with Mikey and the other Toman captains, feeling a sudden pool of uneasiness grow in the pit of his stomach.

Would his second chance be over without even anything starting?

“So, you gonna go for it?” his friend abruptly asked and looked down at him.

“Go for… what?” Mitsuya played dumb.

“You suck at lying, y’know,” Draken pointed out and finished his snack. “You gonna tell (Y/N)-chan how you feel?”

“Are you gonna tell Emma how you feel?” the lilac haired boy shot back, feeling a tinge of annoyance.

“Two different things, dude,” the tall blond retorted.

“Mi-tan! Draken-kun!” (Y/N) called as she walked over with two drinks in hand. “I got you some amazake**!”

The two thanked her and slowly stirred the warm drink before sipping it. The sweet, spicy and bitter taste of the warm liquid hit their tongue, making their lips tightly purse and scrunched up their faces.

“Damn, they put a lot of ginger in this,” the dragon tattooed boy lightly coughed. “It’s strong.”

“But it warms you up so nicely though, ehehehe~” (Y/N) noted with a childish smile plastered on her face. The apples of her cheeks were much more flushed than before.

“… How many did you have?” Mitsuya cautiously asked, stirring his drink.

“Uhh…” The finger she placed on her cheek swayed a little while looking up. “Two? Two. Yeah, two.”

“Technically, one and half,” Yuzuha corrected and stood shoulder to shoulder with her. “(Y/N) said she was cold, so we split the second one.” She wrapped her arm around her tipsy friend for balance. “Are you okay?”

“Right as rain, Yuzu-chan!” she tittered and pushed a fist up in the air.

“Is she… drunk?” the tall tattooed blond inquired with concern before slowly sipping his drink. “How do you even get drunk off of amazake?”

“I heard from some of the other patrons say they accidentally mixed in a stronger batch with the others,” the auburn haired girl revealed and sighed as her spirited friend hugged her from the side, professing her love to her and how nice she smelled. "Luck of the draw for her, eh?"

“Yuzuha, would you mind getting some water or food?” Mitsuya asked and took his teetering friend off of her. “I’ll watch (Y/N) for a bit.”

Draken and the silver purple haired boy each took an arm and hoisted her to the nearest sitting area.

“This is fun~” she giggled out with droopy eyes paired with a silly grin, dragging her feet lazily with the two boys' support.

“Maybe for you,” her childhood friend complained.

“Festivals weren’t as fun in Sendai ‘cus you weren’t there,” (Y/N) mumbled out with a small pout to the short haired boy. “I at least feel like I’m with my actual friends here.”

The tall blond shot her a lopsided smirk. “It’s ‘cus we’re delinquents. We know how to liven things up.”

The three found a free area to sit and gently set (Y/N) down on a rocky bench.

“Nah, it’s ‘cus you’re all genuinely loyal to the core,” she pointed out and looked up at Draken with a soft, grateful smile with a small sway. Her eyes were glazed with joy. “The ‘ride or die’ mentality’s refreshing… I’m glad I met you all. It’s been a while since I’ve been this happy.”

“Oh, that’s where you guys are,” a new voice called. They looked up to see Mikey with the group not too far behind.

“This one had too much amazake,” Mitsuya pointed to his wobbly friend and sighed.

“I warned you not to drink the ones here,” Toman’s commander frowned.

“I only got it ‘cus you said you’d share with me!” she shot back and pouted. “Then you backed out last minute, being all ‘It’s smells too spicy. I hate it.’” (Y/N) finished with a mocking tone and pointed an accusatory finger at him. “Traitor. You broke my heart.”

“Who broke (Y/N)-chan’s heart?!” Emma chimed in angrily. “I’ll never forgive ‘em.” The entire group immediately pointed at her brother expressionlessly, who was now inwardly panicking.

“Mikey…” his baby sister glowered at his side.

“It’s not what you think, Emma,” he defended. “I didn’t do anything!”

“And that’s why you’re now in your position,” Draken pointed out as a matter of factly. “Why’d you even agree to split one with (Y/N)-chan when you hate ‘em?”

“I thought it’d just be sweet!” Mikey shot back. “I didn’t know they would add ginger!”

“Dude, the ingredients are literally laid out in front of you as they make it!”

“Are they gonna go at it?” Smiley wondered and crossed his arms. “This counts as in-fighting. Right, Mucho?” The fifth division captain stayed quiet, not wanting to get involved. All he wanted was a peaceful celebration and lightly sighed.

“Guys, don’t fight,” Takemichi stepped in and attempted to mediate. “It’s the New Year. It’s bad luck to--”

“Shut up, Takemitchy!” the two shouted, immediately making the first division captain back down like a frightened cat and apologized. (Y/N) let out a snicker and burst out laughing while holding her sides. No one was sure whether it was because of her current altered state or she was legitimately enjoying Mikey and Draken’s banter.

“You Toman boys are too much sometimes,” she remarked with dying chuckles and wiped some tears from her eyes so it wouldn’t smudge her eye makeup. Mikey marched up to her with purpose and pinched her cheeks, gently pulling them outward.

“You’re the one who started it,” he scowled with his childish charm. “Now everyone’s making me out to be the bad guy.”

“Awright, awirght, I’m sowwy,” she backed off through a fit of giggles and gently wrapped her fingers around his wrists so he’d stop pulling her face.

The blond boy released and continued to pout. He leaned down to meet her half glazed orbs with softened, black eyes with a sense of a quiet and subtle adoration; (Y/N) merely grinned back with a silly expression. Mikey couldn’t make sense of this feeling he had right now; he held the same interest in her as Takemichi, but there was something more he couldn’t see yet.

And there it was. That bite of anxiety-laced possessiveness in Mitsuya’s heart when he noticed his friend’s gaze on (Y/N) lingered on more than he liked. Oh, how he would love to just grab her by the hand and yank her away from everyone for a moment to say what he wanted to…

Yuzuha eventually returned with a helping of futomaki for (Y/N) to eat and soak up the small amount of alcohol in her system. Mikey plopped down right next to her and briefly rested his chin on her shoulder before stealing a piece of sushi from her.

“Hey! This is my sobering up food!” she argued mid-chew and furrowed her brows.

“A small price for putting me through the ringer,” he huffed and swallowed the food.

“I apologized for that already, didn’t I? Petty King,” (Y/N) insulted, garnering a loud laugh from the captains. Annoyed, he ate the piece she was holding between her fingers and immediately scarfed it down out of spite before walking away. Mitsuya snuck his hand in from the other side and stole one for himself. She immediately whipped her head back.

“Mi-tan?!”

“Small price for having me carry you here,” he coolly responded after finishing his food and licked a spare piece of rice from his thumb. He stood up and sped walked away from his raging friend.

“If that’s the case…” Draken strolled up and took the last piece in the container before running off.

“Y’all suck for stealin’ a girl’s food, y’know!” (Y/N) shouted angrily in Sendai dialect and shook her fist at the three laughing boys, having fully sobered up now.

With the festivities winding down at the temple, the group took one last photo together before disbanding for the night to head home. Yuzuha and Hakkai bid their good nights to Mitsuya and (Y/N); Luna and Mana tired themselves out and started nodding off on their way back. In the end, Luna was being carried by her big brother on his back while (Y/N) carried Mana. The two sisters were out like a light.

“Sorry to have you do this,” the lilac haired boy apologized while adjusting his little sister’s body to a better position before continuing to walk.

“It’s fine,” she waved off. “It would’ve been tough if it was just you alone handling these two.”

“I would’ve asked Hakkai. They adore him,” he chuckled.

“Well, I adore your sisters. They’re your backbone.”

“Even when they try breaking my back sometimes…” he joked.

They walked on in the quiet twilight, only having the stillness of the winter breeze greeting them ever so often. The two glanced up at the night sky, seeing feint glows of the heavens above them. Not a cloud was in sight and they drunk in the calmness of the world. Having made their way back from the temple, they dropped off his siblings at home and successfully cleaned and tucked them in. They then left for (Y/N)’s apartment.

“Tonight was really fun,” she smiled at Mitsuya. “Been a while since I’ve laughed like that.”

“Glad to see you’re getting along with everyone.”

“But y’know,” she turned to look up at her friend with a small pout. “You should at least let me know you gave Mikey my address,” she lightly chided. “He scared the hell outta me.”

“Sorry. He said he wanted to surprise you.”

“He’s lucky he brought snacks that day…”

“Did he now?” her friend asked with a tone of surprise.

“What, he usually doesn’t?”

“Not to my knowledge.”

As the uneasy feeling pooled in the core of his stomach, Mitsuya’s gaze glanced downward and saw the edge of the bracelet he gave her peeking out of her kimono sleeve; it was the small glimmer of hope he needed to push forward. They waited at the cross light to change to get to her apartment building.

“I didn’t say this before, but…” The lilac haired boy awkwardly turned away for a short moment to gather himself before looking back at his friend. “You look really elegant tonight.”

“I clean up well, don’t I?” she joked with a grin and chuckled, showing off her kimono with her arms out. “Don’t go falling head over heels for me now.”

“What if I already have?”

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* Translates to "seven-five-three." It's a festival for 3 and 7 year old girls and 5 and sometimes 3-year-old boys to celebrate their growth and well-being. This festival dates back to the Heian period (794-1185); court officials back then chose these odd numbers because they were considered to be lucky in East Asian numerology. This festival is meant to celebrate the life of children, as mortality rates were very high back then due to disease, famine and war.

** A sweet, low alcohol sake (generally less than 1%). Offered at shinto shrines during the New Year, modern convenience has made amazake readily available in cans for consumers to have during the winter outside of Japan.

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sylvie-writes · 3 years

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Chain of Events

word count: 2500

pairing: andy barber x female reader

warnings: cheating, age gap, some profanity.

request: can i request a andy barber x fem!reader where the reader is his asisstant and his secret mistress (in mid 20s) which she always stick by his side and help him through jacob's trail. after the trail he divorced w laurie and they got marry and have a baby girl please!! thank you!!

a/n: sorry for the wait! i hope you enjoy lovely! ngl this really fueled my love for andy.

please excuse any mistakes!

It wasn’t something you were proud of. Something that had started off as a night with a few innocent drinks paved the way for a never ending cycle. At times you felt dirty and awful, yet that didn’t stop you from going to see him every other night. Even when you had the slightest feeling that Laurie had a hunch, it didn’t stop you. Especially when things got dark for Andy, you were the one to hold him close and not his wife. It felt so right although extremely wrong all at the same time.

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Currently, you were sitting in your apartment bed, spending your Friday night a bit differently than most. Rain gushed from the sky and rhythmically hit your bedroom window which you were spaced out on, many thoughts running through your mind and a glass of wine occasionally hitting your lips. Using your free hand you softly ran your fingers through the mop of hair that belonged to Andy who was passed out in your lap. His breathing was even and it did your heart good to see him so peaceful for once. Just two hours ago, he called you, sounding so broken and vulnerable which was out of the ordinary for Andy. The minute you answered the door, he flung himself at you and held you tight, whispering repeatedly “don’t leave me, please.”

It absolutely tore you to pieces to hear him say that and you were quick to reassure him that it wasn’t even possible. You then lead him to the bedroom to ask what had happened.

“Is everything alright? Talk to me, Andy.” You placed a set of his pajamas into his hands but not without a pleading look in your eyes when meeting his own sullen ones.

“Laurie’s adamant it’s him, but (y/n)-” Placing a finger on his lips, you hushed him.

“I know, I know. You just have to ignore it okay? Laurie is just,” Pausing, you chose your next words wisely, “having a hard time with it all. Everyone copes differently.”

He sadly nodded before standing to kiss your forehead and make his way to the bathroom to get changed and cleaned up a bit.

The two of you continued to chat about Jacob’s trial once Andy returned from the bathroom, and he confided in you in many ways more than one. You’d never seen Andy so open, even with yourself, and clearly it helped him quite a bit as he was now relaxed.

Time had flown and amongst your thoughts, one stood out to you in particular. When would Laurie start to question where he was? Andy always had some bullshit excuse ready to give her and would then tell you that it would be alright. Normally, before you had time to truly convince yourself, Andy’s lips would be on yours or his hands would caress you gently and you’d melt into him as did your cares. Except for now.

The two had just gotten into a huge fight and you were sure Andy hadn’t even thought twice about telling her where he was going. Even if he did, Laurie would surely be on the lookout for his return.

Carefully reaching over to your nightstand, you grabbed your phone to check the time and noticed that it was getting late.

“Andy? My love, when do you have to go home?” You leaned down to whisper to the sleeping man who groaned in return.

You repeated his name once more, this time slightly shaking his shoulder to which he rolled onto his back, a goofy grin on his lips as he looked up at you. “Well hello, honey.”

From Andy’s point of view, you peered down at him like a disappointed mother but with a faint smile upon her lips at her child’s goofiness.

“Nice of you to join me, sleeping beauty. I was wondering what time you had to get home. It’s starting to rain more heavily and Laurie-”

Andy sat up and turned himself so he’d be sitting shoulder to shoulder with you. Silently, he took your empty wine glass from your hand, leaning to place it on your nightstand. As he did so, he didn’t let go of your wrist, which he brought to his lips when he returned to face you.

Murmuring against your wrist, he started to place soft and delicate kisses to the smooth skin there. “Don’t worry about it. I told her I’d be back tomorrow morning.”

“But Andy, she knows you don’t have anywhere to stay.” You didn’t want to exactly say “Hey! Andy, you have no friends and your wife knows that!” but it was implied in a kinder way. Andy picked up on this, clearly deflecting when he just nodded in response and started to place more kisses up your forearm.

Letting out a frustrated “hmph,” you let Andy carry on before he victoriously smiled at you.

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The vicious cycle went on throughout the course of Jacob’s trial as things between Andy and his wife got worse. Even though they both lived under the same roof, slept in the same bed, and put on a facade for Jacob, they were practically separated. One night Andy drunkenly showed up on your doorstep, confessing how he had come home to find Laurie with another man. In a fit of rage he let the cat out of the bag that he had been seeing you. Funny how things work.

You knew they were both wrong, so instead of shaming either one of them, you just let Andy cling to you for comfort. When Andy was drunk, he was like a big child and if the circumstances were different, you’d been laughing, but rather you soothingly rubbed his back and listened as that’s all he needed. Someone who would just listen.

At three in the morning, he most definitely needed you as well when you found his head in the bowl of the toilet and not sleepily nestled in your neck. (Which was ironic as the two of you would be switching places very soon.)

Christmas came quick and along with it, many miracles, one being that Jacob was not convicted.

Just as Andy was in a rush to tell you the news, Laurie was even faster to serve the divorce papers to him. In a relationship, you and your partner are supposed to be able to push through tough times without breaking. With that being said, Andy and Laurie mutually agreed that they had failed and it was time they both quit lying to themselves. It was time for real happiness.

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“(y/n) meet me at our favorite restaurant in thirty minutes.”

You were working on some case files for Neil, despite your hatred for him, and tried to tell Andy that you were busy at the moment. He didn’t listen but continued to insist that you meet him there. His tone wasn’t demanding, but it was...excited? Surely, Andy had been excited over things in his life, but you’d never actually heard the usually emotionless man speak with such ardor.

Setting down the case files, you rushed to put on some real pants and a blouse, but nothing too fancy or flashy as you had no idea what was about to happen.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Andy happily flagged you over. He wore the biggest smile ever and you were borderline concerned. What could have him this happy? Was he getting back with Laurie? As much as you wanted them to be a functioning family, you weren’t sure if you could deal with such heartbreak because Andy really did feel like the one.

Ever the gentleman, Andy pulled out your chair and handed you a small bouquet as you sat in the wooden seat. Before he walked away, the man planted a smack of a kiss on your lips and hurried back to his seat since he saw the waiter out of the corner of his eye. As the waiter approached, you were just sitting there, the most shocked expression on your face as it settled within you what Andy had just done. Long ago when this whole fiasco began, you and Andy always kept it professional when out in public because so many people knew him and word could get out easily that he was cheating.

The minute the waiter left, you were quick to chastise Andy who just laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world which left you a bit angered.

Since the restaurant was quiet, you extended yourself across the table so Andy could hear your harsh muttering.

“Do you realize what you just did, Barber?!” Andy shook his head in a content manner and at this point steam was about to emerge from your ears. Before all hell could break loose and you go ballistic, Andy cut in to explain.

“Jacob, he’s a free man!” Andy looked at you with an awaiting smile and your face immediately softened, but for only a second as that didn’t explain why he was parading your relationship out like this. Didn’t he know what he was risking, not only for himself, but you.

Your counterpart noticed the sudden change of expression on your face and continued, “But among other things, I meant to tell you that Laurie and I got divorced recently.”

“Oh hon, I am so sorry.” Reaching across the table, you comfortingly ran your thumb over the back of his hand, but he just shook his head in detest.

“No no, it’s not a bad thing because it just opened the gateway for this,” Andy pulled his hand away and went to dig in his coat pocket. You thought to yourself, no he couldn’t be-

“(y/n), I’m gonna make this short, but sweet. You mean the world to me and I could spend all night listing off why I love you, but that will never do justice, so instead, I ask that you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?”

His cliche, yet utterly adorable speech could make a person’s heart melt and instantly say yes, but you’ve always been a thinker, and maybe Andy had accounted for that a bit in his proposal.

“Andrew! You just got divorced!” In a semi-whisper slash hiss, you bent over so only he could hear, hiding your words from the prying onlookers as if you had top secret info spilling from your lips.

“I know, but, (y/n), you are the one.” He looked a bit awkward being on his knee for so long and the ring box still patiently in hand as you processed his question. Nonetheless, Andy continued to hopefully smile at you, ignoring all of the whispers, until you excitedly replied “yes” just a mere second later, though it felt like ages for him.

This proposal was definitely gonna be a story for generations.

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You and Andy settled for a simple courthouse wedding with just your parents in attendance as witnesses. The two of you were never really used to flaunting your relationship, and even though you could now, it just wasn’t ideal. Besides, you had bigger things to worry about.

For example, when just a few weeks after your short-lived honeymoon, you noticed some changes and came to the conclusion that you were pregnant.

One night, you casually brought up the idea of more kids to Andy to test the waters.

“Hey love, you awake?”

Andy lifted his eyes from his book, no longer looking as if he was asleep. He nodded his head and set the book aside giving you his full attention.

“What’s up, gorgeous?”

“I was thinking… what if we were to have a kid. Would you be opposed to that?”

The reaction on Andy’s face was most definitely not the one in mind and he looked as if you had asked him the most appalling question on earth.

“(y/n), I love kids,” He chuckled a bit, “I thought I made that clear, you know, by being a dad and all.”

His lame attempt at making a “joke” eased your nerves and you just came straightforward with the gold.

“Andy, I think I am pregnant.”

And faster than a predator can pounce, Andy was on you in seconds, his arms hugging you close as he whispered words of excitement.

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Nine months later and that statement was very true as you held a bundle of joy in your arms. Your hours numb in pain couldn't even be compared to the gift that was before you. Andy could hardly keep his hands off your stomach for the past few months and he never failed to speak to your daughter as if she was actually there. Now that her presence was finally in the world, Andy was yet to look away from her small figure and his smile hadn’t withered the slightest.

The nurse had stepped out a few minutes ago, giving both you and Andy some time and privacy with your newborn. Even though drowsiness overcame your body, you visibly forced yourself awake just to absorb all the time you could with her. Little ones grow up in a flash and you weren't going to miss a second if it was up to you.

Andy joined you in the hospital bed when you silently invited him in with a soft pat to the crinkly sheets. Once he snuggled up against your side, you carefully passed the little baby who was about to have her first contact with her father.

As Andy played with her mini hands, you sleepily rested your head on his broad shoulder, watching the two and already figuring out that they’d be lifelong friends.

“They always say with age comes wiseness, but darlin’, your momma gives that phrase a run for its money.”

You giggled at your husband’s words and propped up the little darling the smallest bit so she could “see” you and her dad.

“Don’t listen to Daddy, munchkin. The grey in his beard says otherwise.”

“Hey! I’m not that old, I was still able to knock-” Backhanding Andy’s leg caused him to dramatically cut his sentence short. There were plenty of years for him to taint your daughter’s innocence.

As you observed the two, you noticed Andy gazed at her as if she hung the moon and stars for him, a familiar look he often gave you. Possibly from the lack of energy or just being enamored with the interaction, a sweet tear slipped from your own eye. Upon closer inspection, one could see that a subtle tear fell from the man beside you.

If Andrew Stephen Barber had known all those years ago he’d be here with a second chance at life, he would’ve never even waited another second to be with you. It’s funny how life can send you down the most twisted paths, yet have you come out with the most precious of gifts.

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