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delcakoo · 1 year

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OMGGG I CANT STOP THINKING ABT JOCK NIKI AND SHY TUTORRRR I NEED MOREEEEEE

WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THE MAKE OUT SESS IN THE LIBRARY I NEED ALL THE DEETS 😍😍

part 1 lol

PAIRING ! jock!niki x tutor!gn!reader

WC ! 800ish

WARNINGS ! smooching and u and riki being so so cute

a/n: I DIDNT THINK ITD BE THAT EFFECTIVE ON ANYONE HELLO?? IM HONORED OK ENJOY !!

niki pulls away from the kiss, chuckling proudly at the string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his. his right hand still rests on the back of your neck while the other grips the library table firmly. “and that one?” he inquires again.

you gulp, nervously glancing around the surrounding shelves of books. “it.. it was good..” as you mumble pathetically, you suddenly remember what you’re supposed to be doing. “..will you at least tell me what’s below the catella?”

he bursts into a disbelieving giggle, eyes crinkling into half-moons at your words. “all that and you’re still focused on tutoring me?” when you send him a warning glare (which he wasn’t phased by in the slightest), niki smirks. “the tibia.”

you nod, affirming that he was correct. “good job.” before he can do anything else, you swiftly stand to your feet and throw your belongings into your bag quicker and messier than you’ve ever done in your life. what made it all worse was that along with the piercing, hungry stare you could feel on your back the whole time, the taste of the boy was still fully on your tongue and lips.

“so thats it? gonna pack up and pretend nothing happened like last time?” he spits. you thought the jock was just playing with you — finding ways to make his ‘tutor sessions’ a bit more exciting — but you swear a hint of genuine frustration could be heard coating his sharp accusations.

you grit your teeth either way. “niki, this session ended ten minutes ago.”

tonguing the side of his cheek, he stands up himself while running strong fingers through his bangs. “and? fuck the session, i only care about you anyway.” you freeze. niki seems equally shocked, only realising his confession after another moment of silence passes.

“i..”

“look, i know your standards are too high for some fuck up like me so just- just pretend i didn’t say shit.”

it takes you a few blinks to process niki walking away, textbook and pencilcase tucked securely under his arm for you to hurrily chase after him. you pull the back of his navy hoodie with vigor, not taking another moment of hesitation before smashing your lips on his as soon as he stumbles around to face you.

he was the one to pull away first (which, for the record, had never happened before). “wh.. what- y/n?” niki questioningly stares down at you, a shimmer of hope reflecting in his pupils.

“i care about you too. i mean i- i think i like you, too,” you rush out.

his expression morphs instantly, a small beginning of a smirk forming as he leans against the nearest bookshelf. “i never said i liked you, did i?”

you frown, sending him a harsh glare. “niki.”

“sorry.” it was clear the male didn’t have much experience with such conversation judging by the way he scratched the nape of his neck, glancing off into space shyly. “so like.. i have a basketball game friday..”

“mhm..” you try not to laugh at his sudden change of attitude, edging him on with a nod.

“and if you wanna like- i don’t know, wearmyjerseyandcomewatchme or something.. i wouldn’t mind. and- and we can go eat somewhere after if you’re okay with taking the bus.”

you never imagined nishimura riki could be so cute, but somehow it brings butterflies to your stomach. “yeah, sure. that sounds good, text me the details?”

his eyes widen, mouth stammering as he takes in your response. "oh, uh- yeah, yeah i will.” pushing off the wall, niki only begins to walk away before he's quickly swivelling towards you again, rushing to plant a kiss on your forehead before taking off with promises of a text.

you nearly fail to miss the giddy smile on his face as he exits the library — not that you were any better with cheeks as red as your swollen lips.

one chance niki !!!!!!! ++ reblogs n comments r always appreciated if u enjoyed n want more pspsps

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gorematchala · 1 year

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I came back to Elden Ring for the first time since April last night and after giving it a lot of thought, I just dont like that game and I probably won't finish it. A lot of the problems I have are because of how I want to play the game in particular but theres some core design issues that bother me too.

I'm a DS3 lover but my biggest gripe with that game was that by the time you hit the Ringed City enemies do so much damage that theres no point in even having a health bar, and they take so many hits to kill they dont feel worth fighting. Elden Ring is the ringed city as a full game.

I had been trying to play the game as a dex/faith character with light arcane. Like just enough arcane to use dragon miracles and for the blood damage. The problem I ran into is that you need like 50 points in vigor minimum to play the game at all. Which at level 94 doesnt leave you much room to get creative with your stats. But theres no need to be creative anyway because I want to use the frenzy flame incantations, and they only work against other players. So I went on a big side journey last night to get the frenzy talisman, I met the 3 fingers, they taught me the truth of the universe, I promised to incinerate all that divides and defines, and then I redid my stats and shot eye lasers at an enemy in the beginning of Limgrave and did like 20 damage. Frenzy incantations are not viable for an offline playthrough. So why are they in the game at all?

We've been doing cosmic horror for a bit, and the King in Yellow has been around, so now you combine the two and let me embrace the chaos of a universe without order and you introduce this new type of magic as a completely worthless set of like 5 miracles. I get that its for PvP but I dont remember ever being completely barred from using something cool because it was meant for PvP before. I've played all the other souls games and never ran into this issue.

So okay, I concede and I give up on the fun stuff I wanted to do and I respec to all health and dex. And as I'm playing I'm like man it sure would be nice to have fireballs. But if I wanna add faith to my mix theres no room cuz I need to have 50 health and at least 40 dex and 20-25 stamina, but then I'd need a decent amount of faith; and mind in order to have enough bar to cast.

But then the "I hate open world games" kicked in and I was like wait why am I doing this

At 100 hours in I dont give a fuck about the story, at all. Half of it is too vague or confusing to mean anything to me, and the other half has been spoiled either by twitter or by me having to look up where on the giant map one specific spell or sword is. I dont know what a tarnished is or what the elden ring is or why I want to be elden lord or any of that shit. But i also did the whole Ranni side quest already, and before meeting the 3 fingers I was all on board for that ending. So like you get an ending in the first 50 hours and then you get to see that ending like 100 hours later? After going to gather great runes which are something, in order to repair the ring which is something? All just because Godwyn, Godrick, Goddamn, Godmeyer, Godfuck, Mequelliea, Mycelia, Micolash, Myrecideia, Melania, and the dung eater had beef with eachother 5000 years ago?

In DS1 an old lady tells you here's what happened, here's why its happening now, here's what u gotta do. And I go okay got it. Age of fire, rekindle that shit, say less. Elden Ring says okay youre a tarnished and I'm like what does that mean and the game is like ;)

The ultimate result of games telling you that you can go anywhere and do anything is that going places and doing things either ends up being overwhelming or pointless. Especially in a Souls game where I'm trying to piece together lore that I'm receiving out of order because of the open world. So I cant play the way I want, I dont understand or care about the story, I dont feel that seeing things is a good enough reward for playing a game like this, and I dont think I'm having fun at all anymore. I really just wish they would put Bloodborne on PC.

#elden ring spoilers #extremely long post #complaining

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delicrieux · 3 years

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—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER

extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”.

pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing. word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie: y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao

author’s note—akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao

ultimate masterlist. myso masterlist

You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.

A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?

Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.

A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”

mother i crave violence

sensing evil energy rn!!

i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖

^with peace and love shut the fuck up

“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”

You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”

Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.

“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!”

rip headphone users

i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears

yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭

To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.

Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

queen rly went from 🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?

Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie

akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.

Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.

There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.

The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.

nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!

^pack it up girl defined

“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”

You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing.

“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.”

i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live

shes trying give her time

ya dig??? y not capeesh

what scene from the godfather is this lol?

“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.

Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎

You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”

The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.

Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:

I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.

You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.

“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”

NOW she considers it

well....

if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3

Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”

Onto the bio:

You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜

“What the fuck did I just read?”

The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.

The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall.

But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.

No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.

“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.

WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????

tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be

^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell

look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling

It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.

What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.

Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.

YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets.

...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.

You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.

“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.

“What?” She grits.

“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”

“What did you do now?”

“I made fun of men on Tinder.”

She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”

“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”

“Y/n.”

“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”

She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.

Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.

You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(

my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?

Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout.

Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!

You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?

my husband Not jealous.

Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”

He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!

my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.

You ik u repeated tht like 50 times u trynna convince me or??? lmao

my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?

You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs

my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)

Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.

hope you liked it!! xx

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse #corpse x reader #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #myso #make you say oh #imagine #imagines

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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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reality vs fantasy

bonus part 3.5 of the noritoshi kamo story; im just spoiling u brats enjoy [passes holy water] thread lightly, sexual content ahead

tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sassyeahhhh @dok-ja @sukirichi [bold means i cant tag u idky :( lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] directory: read the first part | second part | third part | bonus

fantasy

“does that feel good?”

he asked as his lips traced her sharp jaws, spreading kisses as his hands steadied her hips. she took a sharp breath, nodding in pleasure as moans escaped her parted lips as she lowered herself down back on his hard dick. through his opened eyes, he watched pleasurably as her tight cunt swallowed his dick inch by inch so easily, like she was moulded to fit him and only him. her long hair covered half of her face, as she flipped it to the side, sweats dripping down her chest glistening her swollen breasts.

she looked so ethereal riding him.

her pace was slow, and his hands were roaming all over her body.

he whispered encouragements, how beautiful she looked sucking in his fingers hungrily, her perky titties and the way she hugged around his length made him feels so good made her roll her eyes back to her skull. feeding her kink so well. pulling her against him, her back resting on his chest, she let him take over the pace, loud moans fillers the room as the sound of her skin slapping against his with wet squelching sound echoed their bedroom.

“you’re so needy, my wife.”

she was beyond needy, she was desperate for release only he could give, “fuck me, please, just fuck my brain out.” grabbing her chin, he smiled pleasingly as he kissed her lips so passionately. his rough hand palmed her breast, nipple swollen and hard it made her legs bucked.

“you want me to fuck you?” he teased.

she nodded vigorously, trying to move her hips to meet his pace. his other hand moved lowered below her slightly bulging abdomen, finding her swollen clit immediately.

“please just fuck every inch of me,” she cried out, tongue lolling out, her eyes stared deep into his eyes, “i’ll be very good, i promise.” with every bat of her eyes, he couldn’t decide whether she looks adorably innocent or just a devil in disguise.

but when he had her pressed on all four, begging for all holes to be filled, he couldn’t deny his wife’s wishes.

reality

she panted. sweaty and sticky, she looked down on the pillow tucked between her thighs. her face flushed red as guilt washed over her. the effect of the orgasm had left her legs shaking and she cursed.

noritoshi had not returned to their house for almost three days.

she missed him dearly and she was losing her mind slowly. 3 days alone to heal from the mess from the attack at the stadium and to deal with the fact that she’s growing their child inside her reduced her to nothing but a mess. she fell on her side, pushing her sweaty hair up as she kicked the pillow soaked with her fluid to the floor. she fixed herself, not that it helped with anything; she lowered his shirt down her chest back. she has been wearing it for 3 days straight.

enveloped by everything that reminds her of him but not able to have him physically hurt her chest. he hadn’t call, text, or even send her a letter. she was alone.

whenever she missed him, she hid in their walk-in closet, nose buried in whatever that belong to him that her eyes caught first. when she has enough energy, she would brew the tea just as he likes it, sat at the balcony, and just not even drink it. she isn’t even a tea person; she prefers coffee but holding a cup of warm tea during the cold night makes it feel like he’s around.

she’s an addict but the drug is gone.

she felt tears prickling the corner of her eyes and before she knew it, she was sobbing on his side of the bed. she remained there, beating herself for being stubborn, blaming herself, blaming him even every single god that existed in the world for fucking her life up. she missed him; his smile, his voice, his touch, his kiss, she missed everything about him.

shoko explained that she was 7 weeks pregnant, and her baby is as big as a blueberry.

“i think the period you are describing last month might have been implantation bleeding, something normal that might be mistaken for period. you need to listen to me. your body is adjusting, you should stay home and rest. don’t stress yourself out.”

she felt wave of nausea bubbling in her belly triggering her gag reflex. kicking herself off the bed, she made it to their bathroom, throwing her head into the toilet and she quickly emptied her stomach out. they should rename morning sickness because the sickness haunted every single hour of her day. she spent more time in the bathroom, head in the toilet than the other part of her house. she stared through her teary eyes at the content of the bowl, clear disgust on her face when she realised it was nothing but the liquid she’d been having. she has been struggling with food, only able to tolerate porridge and juices and she was growing tired.

weak, her mind mocked.

she unlocked her phone and dialled gojo’s number. she waited for him to pick up, breaking into sob as she felt so exhausted, she couldn’t even move.

“gojo, i’m in the toilet, i just can’t get up anymore i feel horrible i want to eat but i can’t i want to get out of here please-”

“y/n?”

she startled.

there was a lot of cum.

noritoshi was glad that he chose to release his pent-up stress in the bathroom, feeling the water showered down all over his body. all cooped up in their room back at the kamo estate for almost three days, he didn’t expect to feel a sudden wave of horniness crashing over him when he accidentally turned over to her side.

it’s not like he wasn’t already thinking of her. she was literally all he could think about.

her scent overwhelmed him even when he tried to push the thought of her away; but she’s still his beautiful stubborn wife and his heart ached when he thought of her. he always has a good control of himself, he believed that sexual urges should just be solved by a traditional fucking but for tonight, it was just him and his left fist.

the way she smiles, the way her body moves, the way she ties his bangs or the way she always makes sure he wakes up with a cup of tea waiting by the bed; she missed every single thing she does. the way she teases him and the way she begs for more and more always reduced him down into a simpleton.

he wished nothing but to run back into her arms.

he quickly washed up, removing traces of him from the floor and exited the shower immediately. his phone suddenly blowed up. without thinking, he pressed the green button and what greeted him surprised him.

“-the toilet, i just can’t get up anymore i feel horrible i want to eat but i can’t i want to get out of here please-”

his breath hitched and he stood there. “y/n?” he called, and he could feel the slight tension in the air. she had realised her mistake.

“m’sorry, i-i want to call satoru. i didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“are you okay?”

he sat on the edge of the bed; phone pressed hard against his ear. talk to me, their hearts screamed. she let out a nervous laugh, trying to mask the sniffles, “i-i’m okay. i’m sorry for disturbing you. i thought you were gojo.”

gojo had been telling him how he has been taking care of her. told him that she was more than weak, could barely hold her food in without gagging.

“she’s miserable. she’s 7 weeks pregnant. we suspected that the reason her body didn’t fully succumbed to the poison that cursed spirit had infected her with was because of the the baby. the higher up thinks that it’s carrying the same inherited technique as you. the fact that it was able to protect its host; your wife is impressive.”

he rubbed his forehead, nervousness overwhelmed him, and he felt like a child about to ask his crush out.

“you’re not disturbing me. you don’t need to call gojo, i can come over,” holding the phone between his ear and his shoulder, he immediately slipped on his pants, “do you need anything? are you hurt?”

“i’m just stuck on the bathroom floor. i can’t get my ass back up and out of this bathroom.”

“you called gojo for this?”

her face reddened, “i get overwhelmed easily. i’m sorry,” she rambled, “you know what? forget i called. bye,” she ended the call immediately. she slummed her head back against the wall, groaning at the discomfort of her abdomen pressing on her bladder whenever she sat wrongly. she closed her eyes, covering it with her arm before soft snore escaped her lips. she’d pass out on the floor of her bathroom. it felt like hours until she heard soft pitter patter of feet on the cold cement, arms around her body lifting it up off the floor. she was too tired to open her eyes, soft noise coming out of her lips as the arms laid her on the soft bed. she sighed in relief; the cold bathroom floor was giving her back ache.

she opened her eyes and she let a nervous laugh. her shaky hand reached out to touch his cheek, it felt soft to touch, too realistic. no, he’s gone, he won’t come home, you’re not real, she reminded herself. “my hallucination is getting realistic nowadays” she stifled a yawn.

he smiled, his finger brushing her stray hair back, revealing her watery eyes, “you think of me often?”

“don’t you?”

she gasped when his warm hand cupped her cheek, another touched her neck as he straddled her. boldly, she tugged on his leather jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders, confused when the jacket fell on the floor with a loud thud. this sounds too real. the feeling of his breath tickling her cold skin, his lips tracing kisses after another, she was drowsy.

“i’ll take care of you,” he whispered, “i promise, i’m here.”

“nori,” she called out eagerly.

“yes, my wife?”

the hair on her body stood, shivers caused her back and toes to curl in pleasure. she couldn’t differentiate if it’s just fantasy or reality; not with his hands roaming all over her bare skin.

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shirophic · 3 years

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relationship alphabet with fuyuhiko kuzuryu

here are some relationship headcanons with fuyuhiko kuzuryu for @iateyourdoggo-part2 ! enjoy! (2/3)

tw: gn reader,

A nnual - what’s something they and their s/o do together every year?

You two have a day where you both buy each other 5 to 10 things you think the other will like, and then after that whatever you guys want to! But you both have to be free on this day!

B ashful - are they shy in the relationship?

Most people would expect the bold and young yakuza to be the fierce one, but in reality he’s just a little softie. In public he doesn’t talk much - keeping a stern face and standing by your side. But in private he’s much more different. If he’s not busy he’ll slightly demand ask for cuddles. And once you get started theres no end to it! He’s shy in private but tries to keep a bold stance in public - proud yakuza things

C aptivating - what catches their interest in their s/o?

His interest started when you kept trying to speak and communicate with him. He’s only ever had peko, so he doesn’t expect anyone to try and be his friend. He’ll constantly deny hanging out with you until it’s been a while and he gives in. Reluctantly, he began to enjoy your presence and sometimes even asked to spend time with you!

D omestic - do they plan to settle down/start a family?

He never really gave any thoughts to it, but I think he would. Maybe a kid or two, after he’s retired from his yakuza state. Most people, again, thinks he’s some apathetic guy - and again, that's not true. So yea, maybe he would but he never really gave any thoughts to it.

E mpathetic - do they understand their s/o well? are they good with emotions?

He would have a rough time understanding unless you tell him your feelings directly. Some obvious movements he can tell what’s up - some others he cant. He also has a hard time saying his own feelings, he definitely tries to practice communicating with peko

F ight - are they willing to forgive their s/o after a fight? if so, how? (slowly, quickly, etc.)

Well if you two ever fight, he’ll always be the first to apologize. It’ll take some time, so he’ll apologize but slowly. He’s very stubborn, it’s basically canon ASJFJDF. But he’ll probably go up to you and apologize, he’ll probably blush though. Very very tsundere like.

G ift - do they spoil their s/o? if so, what kind of gifts do they give?

He definitely does! His wealth is very high, so if you ever want something, it’s at your door! Like that new merch that just dropped? At your door. You mentioned how you’re too broke to get any manga/books/movies? He bought all the editions. Etc. etc.

H onesty - are they honest in the relationship? do they keep secrets? if they do, do they plan telling their s/o at a point?

He is honest, but he keeps some secrets to himself. He does plan to tell you, don’t worry, it's just that it's hard for him to communicate like I said before. Definitely more far into your relationship, even though its risky.

I nspiration - does their s/o inspire them? did their s/o help them over some obstacles?

Yes! You definitely did. You probably helped him soften up more and let his emotions flow. Thanks to you, he’s definitely relieved of some of his problems. As for obstacles, you helped him with anything he needed help with along with peko. You and peko are like his cheerleaders!

J ealous - do they get jealous? if so, how easily? what are their actions when jealous?

Yep, he does. Pretty easily, but he has his trust put into you as you two grow your relationship. He’ll make up some excuse and then as you two turn around he’ll glare at the person. Of course, you’ll have to communicate with him and explain yourself.

K iss - who initiates the first kiss?

You, definitely you. He’d be way to shy to do it, maybe he’ll ponder on it but he’s to shy to make a move. After the kiss he’ll blush and stutter a bit, but after it becomes a regular thing for you two, he’ll initiate the kisses.

L ove - who tells the other “I love you” first?

Again, you. It’s also likely he’ll blurt it out accidentally. Whichever you prefer ig. He’ll be in shock no matter which scenario, and probably will try and deny it a bit.

M arriage - do they plan to propose? if so, how and when?

Maybe, making your relationship official wasn’t a thought on his head. You were his boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other, he thought they’d already made it clear? But marriage would be nice, going along with settling down with a family.

N icknames - do they have pet names for their s/o?

when he’s comfortable, he’ll call you stuff like “dear” and “love”. But he’ll be a bit hesitant and will ask you weather you’re okay with it or not.

O bservant - do they observe their s/o often? what do they do if their s/o is happy/sad/angry/scared/etc.?

He does observe you often. He’ll notice some things like little changes in your attitude and actions. When he sees you happy he’ll slightly smile (if you two aren’t in public, and or if no one was watching)

when you’re sad, he’ll quietly come up to you with whats going on. If it was something/someone he’ll send his gang to them. If it was something like work/social media/etc. He’ll give you some cuddles and reassurance (if you’re comfortable with it), and if you’re not he’ll give you your space.

when you’re mad, he wont interfere, since he can get mad easily as well. After you’re calm again, everything would go back to normal as if nothing happened.

when you’re scared he’ll reassure you nothing bad was gonna happen and that he’d always be at your side. He’ll try and cheer you up with things you like/things that can make you happy.

P layful - are they playful? if so, do they pull pranks?

He’s not that playful, but he’ll tease you a bit. For example: if you fall he’ll snicker slightly before helping you up, and reminding you to be careful.

Q uaint - what’s something their s/o got them that makes them feel happy?

Well, for one, he’ll be happy with anything you get him, especially if it's something he’s wanted for a while. Due to him being rich, he could buy anything he wanted. But it’ll mean a lot more when from you, even if it was a little lopsided.

R emembrance - what was their favorite memory with their s/o?

It would probably when you two had your first kiss. The kiss was a bit awkward but it was both of yours’ first kisses. After the kiss you two had cuddled and made your relationship official with each other.

S ober - what would they say when drunk but not sober?

“Hey s/o, you dooo know that you mean the world to me riight? Like i cant even explaain how much you do. Your face is really pretty and you’re really kind! You’re amaazing!”

T idy - are they the messy one or the clean one in the relationship?

He is the clean one! Unless you’re also clean, he is definitely the clean one. Messy work spaces distract him and bother him.

U pset - do they get upset easily?

He does, but not with you unless its something major. Like if his coffee machine wasn’t working, he’ll probably try numerous ways to get his coffee but none of them seem to be working - so he took the easy way out and shaked it vigorously. Yep

V aluable - how valuable is their s/o and relationship to them?

Precious. Very very precious. Ever since you stepped into his life he sworn to not let anything bad happen to you. And if anything did, he’d think he’d be the one at fault for not protecting you and his and yours relationship.

W ild card - any hc or scenerio! (up to the author)

Whenever you two cuddle, he’s always the little spoon! Unless you’d prefer being the little spoon, he is! He likes it because it makes him feel safe and protected that way, instead of the other way around.

X enolaila - do they have a special way of communicating with their s/o? language, gestures, etc?

You guys have a special way of communicating with your eyes! Whenever you/fuyuhiko needs help or is uncomfortable or just any feeling, theres always a special look in both of yours’ eyes.

Y earn - how far are they willing to go for their s/o and their relationship?

Very far, he’ll go to far, far (but reasonable) lengths for it. But unless you want to quit this relationship, he will very much die for you to keep you safe.

Z en - what is their s/o and their favorite place/time to relax together?

Whenever he’s done with work he loves to either cuddle/do something fun with you! He can’t catch a break with his duties, but for you he’ll try to make time for! His favorite is when trying to bake with you, that either causes the house burning down or you two actually getting the hang of it

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mydarlingvioletine · 5 years

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‘Just a Puppy Crush’

Ship(s): Violet/Clementine

Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

Summary: a zombie-less modern AU in which two dorks finally get together with the help of their friends.

Chapter 1

It started out with an invitation Violet found on her desk. A light purple envelope, her name written on it in beautiful calligraphy.

Well, it started a little bit before that.

Violet missed her alarm. And six of the backup ones she had set in advance. Her mother had left early for her shift at the diner and her father didn’t come home last night, so she slept peacefully and uninterrupted.

Until she lazily stretched out with a yawn, eyes opening and landing on the alarm clock across her.

7:20

She hardly had time to register what it said before the alarm started angrily beeping again.

“Holy shit… Fuck… Shit!” Violet scrambled to get up, smacking the top of the alarm clock to silence the robotic screaming. She threw her sheets to the side, grabbing her jacket off the door hook on the way out.

While vigorously brushing her teeth, she looked down at her phone.

15 missed messages from Pain in My Ass.

[ur uber is Here… am outside]

[got your drink & bagel, where are u?]

[viiiioooooleeet]

[ v i o l e t ]

[did you put the key in a different spot?]

[coward.]

Violet scrolled through the herd impatiently, getting to the latest messages, about 15 minutes ago.

[violet please fucking get up i didnt do my english homework i need to copy off of you marlon won’t let me copy his anymore]

[fuck i have to go i cant be late to pre-session but I’ll have brody come check on you to see if you can make the late entrance with her! ill keep your breakfast with me im sure mr. everett wouldn’t give a shit if you ate in class. i do it all the time]

As if on cue, there was a faint, nervous knock on the door. God bless Brody.

“Be right there!” Violet shouted, quickly throwing her work messily into her backpack. She grabbed a couple dollars off the kitchen table for lunch, threw on her boots, and booked it towards the door.

"Hey,“ Brody grinned at the shaggy-haired, droopy-eyed messy Violet in front of her. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Violet grimaced, mumbling to herself as she ducked into the passenger seat of Brody’s truck. She caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror, and pulled up the hoodie of her jacket to cover her shame.

The drive felt like forever, with Brody’s insufferable choice of music. Who still listens to Coldplay? In 2019? Violet was too grateful to complain, and clenched her jaw to hold her tongue.

Brody tried to hold a conversation, but Violet was too out of it to contribute anything other than nods and the occasional “mhm.”

“Then Marlon was mad at me! I can’t believe that guy. I swear, if he wasn’t my best friend I’d…” Brody’s voice petered out as she pulled into the school parking lot, backing into her spot next to Louis’ car.

Violet immediately jumped out, gave a quick “thankyousomuchioweyouone,” and booked it towards the front doors of the school. The front desk ladies were distracted, so Violet was able to sneak past them and make her way down to the math wing.

106… 108… 110!

Relieved, Violet peeked through the window, seeing Marlon’s pathetic excuse for a haircut as confirmation that she was at the right place.

She tried her best to quietly open the door as to not interrupt the class and draw attention to herself, but wasn’t surprised when the door noisily creaked open, everyone’s heads turning towards her.

Really, Ericson? Ever heard of WD 40?

Violet shyly ducked her head, placing herself between Louis and Aasim. Before she could say anything, Louis placed her coffee and bagel on her desk, a patient smile on his face.

Violet was able to manage a “thank you” while she was scarfing down the bagel. Cheeks full and a dab of cream cheese hanging on her top lip, it’s safe to say that she did not expect Clem to approach her desk at that moment with the worksheet she’d missed.

“Hey, Vi,” Violet’s head jerked up, meeting eyes with Clementine. Embarrassed, she took a tissue and wiped her face, swallowing before she took the worksheet from Clem’s hands. “Grabbed this for you.”

“Thanks,” Violet managed to stammer, giving a sheepish smile while pulling her pencil case out of her pocket. Clementine hadn’t moved.

Violet tensed up, waiting for Clem to make a comment on her appearance or tease her. Instead, she placed an envelope on top of the worksheet, uncertainty embedded in her actions.

"Uh, that’s for you. I’m having a birthday party tomorrow night at my house.“ Clem pushed the envelope towards her with emphasis, and cleared her throat nervously. "You don’t have to come if you don’t want. It’s on a Friday night and I know you probably have pla-”

“No,” Violet interrupted her, her voice louder than she anticipated. She received an exhausted look from Mr. Everett. “I’ll totally be there.”

Clementine immediately perked up, a dorky smile on her face. “Awesome. Oh, and it’s gonna be a sleepover. You don’t have to stay for that.”

Violet frowned, cocking her head and looking at Clem under a suspicious lens. “You don’t have to invite me, y'know.” She sighed, placing the envelope back into Clementine’s hands. “I get it.”

Clem froze up, visibly upset. “No, fuck. I really want you to come. I just didn’t know if that was your kind of thing.”

Violet, unconvinced, lowered her eyes and took a sip of her coffee. Cold. The heat of Clem’s hand covering her own was a nice contrast to that.

Wait.

“I want you there,” Clementine insisted, squeezing her hand between her own. The heat from the touch quickly flushed to Violet’s face, her pale skin unable to mask the blush that covered it. “Please come.”

Louis and Aasim exchanged an annoyed glance at the useless sapphics. Mr. Everett had stood up and taken an interest to their conversation at this point.

“Clem, go back to your seat please,” Mr. Everett cleared his throat, to which Clem recoiled, dropping Violet’s hand. “Violet is more than capable and doesn’t need hands-on help.”

Clem, face red and flustered, ducked her head and moved back to her seat in the front of the classroom. “Sorry, da- I mean Mr. Everett.” She squeaked, glancing over her shoulder one more time at Violet, uncertainty and sadness on her face.

Mr. Everett continued the lecture, but Violet was too busy staring out the window. She was completely zoned out. She figured she’d just get the notes from Aasim later. She saw Louis give her the occasional worried glance out of the corner of her eye, and kept her focus on the kids playing in the courtyard.

The class couldn’t have gone any slower, but eventually the bell rang, and all the tension that had built up in Violet’s muscles was relieved.

She didn’t know why this class stressed her out so much. She was pretty good at math, only the second highest grade in the class behind Aasim. Mr. Everett made her feel uneasy.

He wasn’t a bad guy. Quite the opposite, really. He was a fun teacher who had gone to great lengths to help Violet out with her work. A little by-the-book, but a big sweetheart.

Plus, he picked on Louis a lot. So he was pretty likeable in her eyes.

Clementine had gone up to Mr. Everett and they were now talking, Clem dropping the classroom decorum to tug on his arm and take a $5 dollar bill out of his wallet for lunch.

Violet didn’t realize she was staring until both of their gazes landed on her. Startled, she pulled her hoodie back over her head and started gathering her books as quick as she could. She could hear distant murmuring, but couldn’t make anything out.

Her panic was interrupted by Louis swinging an arm around Violet’s shoulders, holding an almost identical envelope up in front of her face, but it was green.

"If it’s about transportation, I can pick you up. C'mon, the Vi I know and love would never miss out on a chance to get her ass handed to her in Super Smash Bros.“ Louis teased, earning a playful punch on the shoulder from Violet.

"Yeah, right,” Violet rolled her eyes, looking over at Aasim to see he also had one, but orange. “You going?”

"Nah, my moms are taking me camping this weekend.“ Aasim chirped, a glint of mischievousness in his voice. Noticing the curious glances from his two friends, he cracked an evil grin and spoke one word. "Campfire.”

“Smokey the Bear, Aasim,” Violet giggled, shaggy hair falling in front of her eyes. “What can you do to prevent forest fires?”

Louis laughed while Aasim rolled his eyes, picking up his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder. “I’ll see you guys at lunch.”

Aasim was gone for what seemed like half a second when Clementine appeared at her desk again, followed by Mr. Everett. Violet froze, her grip on her books tight.

“My dad wants to introduce himself. Not as Mr. Everett, but as ‘Cool Dad Lee.’” Clem raised her hands to make air quotes, while Le- Mr. Everett held out his hand to shake Violets’.

Bewildered, she shook his hand.

“Hello, Violet,” Mr. Everett looked happy, glancing between Clem and she. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

That line earned an elbow in the stomach from Clementine. Violet, still frozen, gave a robotic laugh.

“Oh, I wanted to tell you to ignore that part of the envelope where it says 'presents mandatory.’ My mom is a bit of a smart-ass.” Clem snorted, before cocking an eyebrow over at Louis. “Not you though, rich boy.”

Louis gave her some finger guns, a big, goofy smile on his face. “Respect for that.”

The second bell rang, interrupting the conversation. Violet threw her backpack over her shoulder, and shot a glance towards Louis. “Fuck, Ms. Martin is gonna be so pissed.”

"I’ll write you a pass. Don’t worry about it.“ Mr. Everett pulled a notepad out of his pocket and took the pen that was perched on Clementine’s ear. "Just.. try to make sure he actually gets there.” Mr. Everett gestured to Louis, who gave a mock gasp at the implication.

“Will do,” Violet promised, grabbing Louis by the neck of his coat. “I’ll uh.. see you two tomorrow night.”

“You’re coming?” Clem squealed, her eyes giving away how happy she was. Violet nodded sheepishly, looking back at Mr. Everett before dragging Louis out of the classroom.

“I like that girl,” Lee stated, capitalizing on the blush that had taken over Clem’s cheeks. “Reminds me of someone.”

Clementine rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently as he made up a pass for her. “That’s good…”

Lee tore off the front page of the notepad, and held it high before giving it to Clem. “You have my blessing.”

Clementine’s flustered state turned into a fit of anger, as she jumped up to try and grab the pass out of his hand. “Shut. Up.” Clem grabbed onto the slip, wrenching it out of his arm. “I introduce you as my Cool Dad and this is how you repay me?”

Lee chuckled, putting the pen back behind her ear. “If you think I’m bad, just wait ‘til Carley sees her.. Oh, boy.. Her cheeks are gonna be red from all that pinching.”

Clementine huffed and stomped out of the classroom, putting all of her weight onto her prosthetic foot, so it noisily clattered. She kept up the noise until she knew she was out of ear shot, and smiled to herself, bunching the bottom of her sweatshirt up in her hands.

Her seventeenth birthday was going to be perfect.

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basically-i-write-shit · 5 years

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wow, just read that ice skating AU with Tsukki being Yams coach. I love it. It was also sad in the end, since his little sister said that not many are nice to her older brother. I had an idea. what if one day Yama shows up with a bruised eye right before a competition. Hotarou is upset since her bro doesn't tell her anything and Tsukki is upset becuse Yama cant compete looking like that but also worried. Yama tries to hold it together but breaks down during practice on the ice (1)

(2) and Yama tells him that just some boys in his class decided to give it to him since he is an ice skater & calls him slurs becuse of it. Tsukki can’t really do anything, but he is upset about the whole situation. And Yama cries more bc Tsukki is kind of like his only friend despite their age difference. They talk for a while and Tsukki buys him french fries and hamburger since that is his fave food and Yama is in fucking tears. its okay since he isn't going to compete :) Hotarou approves!!!

I forgoooot about this god bless u anon

Tadashi is late. Again. Unlike last time he was late, Kei is on time, and waiting impatiently. He takes the liberty to skate laps while he waits, thinking of a suitable punishment for showing up late a week before a competition. Seriously, there’s only so many competitions Tadashi can compete in that aren’t national competitions, and Kei still hasn’t convinced him on that yet.

He’s making his third leisurely lap around the rink when Tadashi stumbles in, holding a crying Hotarou. Kei can’t see Tadashi’s face, but he assumes he’s fine-- he’s more focused on Hotarou. He rushes over to the door and climbs rinkside, kneeling at Hotarou’s side as Tadashi sets her on the bench and rushes into the bathroom.

“Hotarou-chan, are you okay Did you trip and fall outside?” He checks her over for scrapes, but can’t find one. Hotarou keeps crying, her little hands pressed over her eyes. Kei helplessly fumbles, searching for something to do. He’s no good with crying, kids, or crying kids. God, why did Tadashi rush off? “Hotarou-chan, I need you to tell me what’s wrong, okay?”

“S- Someone h- hu-- hurt Tada-nii!..”

“Wha--” Kei frowns, brows furrowing. “Someone hurt Tadashi?”

“I-- It was so scar- y!..” Hotrou throws herself at Kei, clinging to his shirt, and Kei wraps his arms around her, rubbing his back.

“Shh, it’s okay, Hotarou. It’s okay. Hey-- can I leave you right here while I go check on Tadashi? I’ll be right back.” Hotarou nods, sniffling, and Kei grabs a blanket and wraps it around her. He ruffles her hair and goes to the bathroom, steaming with anger. “Alright, who did it?”

Tadashi is locked in a stall, sniffling. “I- I don’t-- kno- kn- know what you mean.”

“Yamaguchi, don’t lie. Hotarou-chan said someone hurt you. Now open up.”

A moment later, the stall door opens and Tadashi steps out. There’s blood on his school shirt. That’s-- not good. Tadashi’s holding a hand to a bloody nose, and Kei thinks that’s the extent of that. Thank god. He lifts Tadashi with ease and sits him on the counter, wetting a cloth and wiping the sweat from his face. There’s a bruise forming on left eye, and that...that won’t be good for competition. He combs Tadashi’s hair from his face.

“They jumped me on my way to pick up Hotarou...She scared them away by screaming when she came out of the rec center.” Tadashi whispers.

“Tell me you had someone chase after them. That’s-- That’s assault..!”

Tadashi looks down, ashamed. Kei sighs before he tilts his head back.

“Hotarou was crying, and I was bleeding. No one saw-- I just wanted to get here. Please, let’s just ignore it and get to work. My routine needs to be perfect for next week.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna happen.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re looking at the wall, not at me, Tadashi.” Kei sighs. This just isn’t good. “I’m gonna call your mom and take you to the clinic. You have a concussion.”

“Wh- Wha-- No, I can’t! I’m fine, Tsukki. Really.”

“I don’t think so. We’re taking you to the clinic.” Kei pulls Tadashi off the counter, holding him as he walks him out. “Hotarou, will you help carry Tadashi’s skate bag please?”

“Y- Yes, Kei-Sensei! Is-- Is Tada-nii gonna be okay?..”

Kei pats Hotarou’s head, smiling. “We’re gonna take him to the doctor, and he’ll be just fine, Hotarou-chan.”

And he is. Well-- mostly. He has a mild concussion and he’s not able to get on the ice for a couple of days. He isn’t able to compete because of the practice he missed due to the concussion; a week later, on his first day back, he comes back to the rink on time, though he’s a bit jumpy and paranoid. Hotarou is looking a lot happier than the last time Kei saw her.

“Okay, Yamaguchi, we’re going to work on your routine so we can get you ready for a competition in Tokyo in a month.”

“Right.” Tadashi’s been distracted. He sighs, closing his eyes. “I kinda lost a lot of practice time, didn’t I, Tsukki?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to have you practicing on a concussion. A fall could make it worse.” Kei hops up on the side of the rink and presses play on his phone, the speakers playing the song Tadashi arranged for the competition. About halfway through practice, Kei shuts off the music. Tadashi just can’t focus, and he’s falling more than usual. Kei can tell there’s something on his mind. “Yamaguchi, are you feeling alright?”

Tadashi startles, nodding vigorously. “I- I’m fine, Tsukki. Just a bit frustrated. I’m not landing that last triple!”

Kei nods, humming. There’s an awkward silence, before Tadashi clears his throat.

“I- I...don’t think I wanna go to competition, Tsukki.”

Kei blinks. “...What? Why?”

“I dunno. I just-- I start uni in in a month, I don’t wanna be known as the ‘figure skater’ in college.”

“Yamaguchi...You love skating. Why would you quit?”

“I won’t quit, I’ll just keep renting private ice.”

“You promised me you’d compete until your second year of university.” Kei says. He runs a hand through his hair, looking away. He wouldn’t admit it, but he feels...betrayed. “Yamaguchi, you promised.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t feel like getting beat up in the streets and called a fag in front of my baby sister again, okay?!”

Tadashi’s words echo through the rink, and Kei is glad he sent Hotarou to the other rink down the hall with Kuroo and the other fun-time skaters.

“...What?”

Tadashi’s knees wobble and he collapses on the ice, sobbing. “They called me a fag, Tsukki. While they were beating me to a pulp, they called me every slur in the book, and spit at me. B- Because some of the guys found out I figure skate and thought that was good enough reason to beat me up..!”

Kei kneels at Tadashi’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Tadashi, that’s...horrible.”

“Yeah, well I know that, Tsukki. Thanks!” Tadashi’s head falls into his hands with a whimper, and Kei carefully pulls him into a hug, sitting on the ice despite how cold it is. They’d both regret it later, but Tadashi needs Kei right now.

“Do you know who did this?”

“S- Some guys from my class...”

He nods. “And they got in some big trouble for this, right?”

“No--” Tadashi shakes his head. “No, I can’t tell on them, they’ll get even more mad. I don’t-- I don’t wanna-- know what they’d do to me.”

“Tadashi you need to tell someone so this never happens again.”

“B- But--” Tadashi whimpers. “Tsukki, what if they’re right?..What if-- What would you do if I...was...gay?"

The rink is dead silent for a few seconds.

“Well I wouldn’t beat the hell out of you and give you a concussion, that’s for sure. I’d support you. Just like I’ll support you quitting skating if that’s what you really want, and not because some assholes think it’s funny to pick on people for things they can’t change about themselves.”

Tadashi sniffles, turning his head to look at Kei. “R- Really?..”

Kei smiles. “Really.”

“If I go make a police report...will you come with me?” Tadashi asks weakly. “I don’t wanna bother or scare mom, and I-- well, I don’t have anyone else to go with...”

Kei nods. He know how bad Tadashi’s school life is. It feels nice to be needed-- because, well, as much as Kei pretended he was this big bad guy who doesn’t need friends, but he does get lonely. And he knows Tadashi does too.

“I will, Tadashi.” He pats his shoulder. “I promise. But will you please, please keep skating? Finish this competition, and then tell me how you feel.”

Tadashi nods, sniffling. “I will.”

Kei smiles, ruffling his hair, and climbs up. He offers a hand and helps Tadashi onto his skates again. “Let’s practice for another hour, get that police report done, and...well, you have a competition in a month, but I suppose I can let you have McDonalds tonight just for tonight-- since you’re being so brave and going through with this. My treat.”

Tadashi beams happily. “Large fry?”

“You’re pushing it, Yamaguchi-kun.”

“Aw, I’m Yamaguchi-kun again? So mean, Tsukishima-sensei~”

“Just get back to practice before I make you do laps.” Kei says, skating to the edge of the rink and hops up on the side again, pressing play on the speaker. Tadashi laughs, getting into position, and though he teases Kei for yelling at him (”your step sequence is sloppy!” “Slow down on that quad until you can land it without stumbling.”), he makes sure to listen to his criticism seriously and adjust what he needs.

After the crying, he’s a lot better. Both emotionally and in practice. It’s reassuring to Kei, at least. He’s happy, for at least a moment.

When practice is over, they leave Hotarou with Kuroo for another half an hour while they go a block over to the police station and file a report about the incident, but there’s not a lot they can do since it was a week ago and he doesn’t remember much because of the concussion. But it makes him feel better, at least.

When they finally make it back to the rink, Hotarou bounces up to them with a bright grin.

“Kei-sensei, Tada-nii-chan, how was practice?!”

“Great, Tarou-chan! My routine is going great.” He pinches her cheek with a smile, grabbing his skate bag with one hand and her hand with the other. Kei grabs her other hand, smiling at the happy squeal she gives when he tells her he’ll buy her a happy meal.

Tadashi catches his eyes, smiling, and mouths a silent “thank you” to him-- not just for volunteering to get Hotarou food so he didn’t have to use the rest of his allowance buying her a happy meal.

When Kei comes to the rink the next morning, well-- he’s relieved to see Tadashi come back. And he's going to make sure Tadashi wins his next competition, so he can see him skate even more.

#haikyuu!!#tsukkiyama #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukishima kei #kei tsukishima #tadashi yamaguchi #fluff #figure skating au

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irwinkitten · 5 years

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okay daddy!ash taking princess out to dinner to make sure it’s okay that he proposes to you and then going ring shopping with her!!! LAURA IM NOT OKAY this idea popped in my head and now i’m a mESS

bro what about when ashton asks reader to marry him but he has to get Princess’s approval first and he asks her if it’s okay for him to marry her mommy and he proposes in the sweetest way possible

IDEA! your daughter having a daddy & daughter date with ash and she’s like “so when are you and mommy gonna get married?” AND SHE’S GOTTA HELP PICK OUT THE RING LIKE HE HAS A FEW HE LIKES AND HE HAS TO RUN IT BY THE PRINCESS FIRST

ok hi I cant stop thinking about Ashton talking to his princess about proposing to y/n and y/n overhears and she cant help but smile so big adhauerh

Heyyy! I’m absolutely loving your Ash posts with his little princess! I was thinking, maybe another part where he asks you to marry him after joining him with your daughter on tour?

Just finished the Daddy!ashton and i NEED one where ash gets princess to help with him proposing please! Love you!

Why hasn’t daddy!ash proposed yet???!?!?! I NEED this in my life.

ya’ll have been requesting this from day one. 3k words of pure fluff have fun with ur heart. this is my christmas present to you all. love u xoxo

masterlist is linked in the source

this is part seventeen

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It was a rare day that you got with just your little girl.

Ashton was tracking for the record for the day and then he and the boys were off out to celebrate the final day. Plus Ashton was stealing her for the day tomorrow as they were going shopping for their theatre date of Finding Neverland. Which gave you an entire day with your princess.

As she climbed into your bed, Ashton having long since vacated his spot, she snuggled close with the small stuffed bear that never hardly left her arms when she was tired.

Most days, you had a list of stuff to do, but Ashton had gotten the last of chores that needed whilst he had his day off and your little girl had her last few days at school.

“Mama, can we bake today?”

“‘Course we can baby. What do you want to make?” She pressed closer to your side, her eyes falling shut as you ran a hand through her hair.

“Cookies n cupcakes.” Her words were half slurred as her breathing evened out and you half smiled, picking up the book on the bedside table. It wouldn’t do either of you any harm to enjoy this lie in and so you took full advantage of it.

When you both next woke up, you felt a lot more refreshed than you had done in a while, and the two of you were in the kitchen with the ingredients all across the counter.

“Cookies or cupcakes first?” You asked your little girl who gleefully cheered.

“Cookies!”

The mixture was easy to make, but it was mostly stopping the both of you from eating the raw dough.

Whilst the cookies were baking in the oven, the two of you washed and dried the bowls and equipment before you set up for making cupcakes.

You had the playlist playing through the speakers in the kitchen, a grin on your face as you helped her prep all of the ingredients before the timer went off for the cookies.

It felt like bliss being able to enjoy this time, taking short videos of her and snapping as many photos as possible, your favourite being the messy selfie she’d all but demanded you to take and send to Ashton.

He sent one back of him and the boys in the studio, waving at the camera.

With the cookies out to cool down, both of you sharing a warm one with a giggle and a promise not to tell Ashton when he got home later on, you began the attempt of making cupcakes.

This was more familiar territory as the two of you sung and danced your way around the kitchen flour everywhere and giggles echoing around the room.

By then time that Ashton crept into bed at about one am, you snuggled closer as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“How was it?” You mumbled, cracking open an eye to see him switch the bedside lamp off before curling his body around yours.

“Tracking went good, all finished up and shouldn’t need any extras. Party was a success. Pretty sure Luke left with the girl he’s been chatting up.” That made you giggle before snuggling closer as his arms tightened around you.

“She’s excited for tomorrow. We baked cookies and cupcakes. You have a very special one that she decorated by herself.” You hummed and he laughed softly.

“I look forward to it. Get some rest, love.” You were out like a light.

The next morning, you’d fully expected to have to wake Ashton up, especially after the long night he’d had. But the space next to you was empty and your daughters giggles were echoing up to your room, making a soft smile appear on your lips.

As you reached the kitchen, you felt your heart almost burst at the sight of her sat on the counter top, trying to shove a cupcake that had been made yesterday into his mouth.

Ashton was laughing whilst trying to take a bite, pausing to chew before peppering her face with kisses.

“The best cupcake I’ve ever had!” You watched as her face lit up with the biggest smile.

“Looks like I’m not needed for breakfast today.” You commented, both of them turning to look at you with cheesy grins.

“Sorry mommy! Daddy wanted a cupcake but I told him he could only have one if I fed him.” You laughed at this as you greeted Ashton with a quick kiss, blowing a raspberry on your little girls cheek before making breakfast for yourself.

“When you and your dad get back later, we’ll head out for dinner, how does that sound?” Your question drew an excited ‘yes!’ from her and Ashton laughed as he set her down on the floor.

“Go get changed then, princess. We’ve gotta leave in thirty minutes.” And with that, she was off upstairs, her footsteps stomping across the hallway as she headed into her room.

“And you, Mister Irwin, owe me.” Ashton grinned as his arms slipped around your waist, his lips finding the sweet spot on your neck with ease.

“You know I’ll make it up to you. For now, I’ve gotta get ready because if she’s ready and I’m not, there will be hell to pay.” He chuckled as you sighed dramatically before shoving him from the kitchen.

“Go on then. I’ll see you later, handsome.”

—

Once they were in the car and away, the excitement increased tenfold.

“Did you remember the notebook daddy?”

Ashton held up the little book before passing it back to her.

“It’s your job to keep it safe. We’ve got an appointment with the ring people which means that we’re gonna shop for yours and your moms dresses first and then we can go and see them.”

This earned him a playful whine of annoyance and he laughed as they headed into the city.

“Patience princess. We need to get the dresses first before we do anything.” This earned him a dramatic sigh in return before he rolled his eyes at her and turned the radio up, both of them singing along.

—-

It was the third store of the day before their appointment and they’d managed to find your dress pretty quickly.

Ashton had a good eye for colours and he knew what colour suited you best.

But his princess was determined to find one that matched her moms and he was helpless against her puppy dog eyes that she pulled which had him caving almost every time.

“Wait-daddy you gotta close your eyes!” He grinned at the sales assistant who’d been helping them out.

“Okay, my eyes are covered.” He called out once he dramatically placed a hand over his eyes, earning a giggle.

“Open ‘em daddy!” And as he pulled his hand away, he couldn’t get over how sweet she looked in a dress that wasn’t too dissimilar from yours.

“What do you think daddy?” She took the obligatory few steps forward before giving a small twirl and he grinned before putting on his best commentator voice.

“And here we have, a wonderful princess modelling the latest collection, a cute red dress, matched with a small black cardigan that makes her look like an absolute superstar!” he watched as her cheeks went very red, a shy giggle escaping as she rushed over to him, his arms opening up automatically.

“You really think so daddy?” Her tone was shy and he smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I know so princess. I think we’ve found your dress, don’t you?” She nodded her head before beaming up at him. “Go get changed, I think we can grab some food before our final stop of the day.” Her excited gasp made him laugh as she ran straight back to the changing room, the sales assistant helping her once more.

He could hear her excitedly telling the assistant where they were going.

“My daddy is finding a ring for my mommy!”

Once she was out of the changing room and holding his hand, they paid for her outfit before heading out and to the building that housed their appointment.

It wasn’t overly obvious that it was a jewellers, but as they went up the stairs and reached the set of doors that led in to the actual store, he chuckled as her eyes took in the plethora of rings that adorned cases.

“Wow daddy.” She whispered as they moved to the counter so she could study the rings a lot better.

“Hey there guys, you our two o’clock?” Ashton nodded to the assistant.

“Yeah. We said we had a rough idea of what we were looking for. You got the notebook princess?” He turned to her and she grinned, her free hand clutching the small book before offering it to Ashton.

The assistant moved them over to a part of the counter where they could show the different ideas and soon the assistant was moving around the shop picking up various rings to show the two of them.

He tried not to get disheartened at the fact that none of them screamed out to him. He was determined and so was his little girl who vetoed a lot of the rings almost instantly.

It took a while before the assistant found the ring that had her gasping in excitement.

“Daddy look! This is like nana’s too!” Ashton found himself staring at the ring for a second before he felt that feeling in his gut, an excited twist.

“You reckon that’s the ring we’re getting for your mom?” She nodded vigorously and the assistant laughed.

“It’s a solitaire twist band with a princess cut diamond, 18 carat white gold.”

“Daddy, we have to get it!” He laughed as he pulled her up so that she could see the ring closer. “Mommy’s gonna love it.”

Ashton could feel his heart in his chest going miles a minute.

“Yeah, I think she is princess.”

—

You’d thought nothing of the small looks your daughter and boyfriend shared every so often. You knew they had their own inside jokes, so it didn’t bother you as much as the week carried on and before you knew it, it was time for the family date night.

Finding Neverland had been on the list of things you wanted to eventually see, and you knew that Shay had deliberately let slip to him about it, so when he surprised you with the tickets for your birthday, you knew this was going to be a good evening out together.

The show itself was incredible. You couldn’t help but share a look with Ashton every time the two of you glanced down to your little girl who had her eyes glued to the stage in awe.

By the end of the performance, she was going over her favourite parts before you finally realised that Ashton wasn’t driving you home.

“Ash?” You glanced over to him and his face held a grin.

“We’re doing a detour.” Was all you got in return which only served to confuse you further.

But you waited patiently.

Eventually you recognised the area and this only made you question what was going on.

“We’re going to Cal’s? Why didn’t you just say?”

“Nope. That’s a pit stop. Dropping someone off with her uncle as they’ve got a few friends around. We’ve got one more stop before we’re joining the party.” He explained and you nodded your head.

When he pulled up to Calum’s place, you went to get out, but Ashton stopped you.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll sort her out.”

You eyed him suspiciously for a second before your daughter distracted you.

“Mommy, can we go to another show like the one tonight? I really enjoyed it.”

“Of course baby. We can look at the shows and how about you pick the next one, yeah?” She nodded her head and Ashton pressed a soft kiss to your lips before getting out of the car and then helping your princess out.

He was back in under five minutes, his lips in a full grin.

“I think a certain princess of ours is going to get taken out by one of her uncles that isn’t Luke. I’ve just had to placate two very jealous band members.” This made you laugh as he peeled away from the drive.

You talked about the album, the possible tour that would happen once it was dropped and the promotional tours as well. The discussion then turned to your job and the possible promotion on the horizon.

Eventually, Ashton pulled into one of the overviews of LA and you found yourself grinning.

“We haven’t done this since she was five.”

“Special treat.” He grinned as the two of you got out and he took your hand. The walk around was nice and you rested your head against his shoulder as the two of you walked.

“What are you thinking about, love?” His question was quiet as the two of you came to a stop, watching over the area.

“Us, the future, how much I love you.” You rattled off softly. “How lucky I feel to have you in my life and hers, and how excited I am for a quiet weekend with you.” This made you both laugh as you turned your head towards him and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Thing is, I’ve been thinking the same thing.” You smiled at him as he pulled away slightly, taking his hand in yours.

“Ash?”

“My future with you, I see us, I see my little family that has made me a better person, a better lover, a better dad.” His tone softened entirely and you could feel the tears in the corners of your eyes.

A gasp escaped as he got down on one knee and you knew there were tears as he produced the small ring box.

“Holy shit.” Left your mouth and he smiled.

“Even knowing you had your little girl, I still wanted to know you, to be apart of your life. I can see my future without either of you in it. Both of you are such a part of my world that I cannot begin to describe how much love I have for you and her. I want to make us, a foundation for our family in the future. Will you marry me?”

“Yes, a thousand times yes!” You finally managed out, your heart hammering in your chest as he took the ring from the box and slid it onto the third finger of your left hand. He kissed it softly before you cupped his face, bringing him up to press your lips against his.

His arms wound around your waist as he picked you up easily, spinning around and making you laugh into the kiss as you finally wiped the tears away once your feet were on the ground.

“I’ve had this planned for months, but the ring, that was the very last thing we got.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips once more.

You could see his own stray tears, your fingers lifting up to wipe them.

“We?”

“Last weekend.” And then it hit you. The secretive looks and shared giggles.

“She kept it secret. I’m impressed.” You finally got out before the two of you laughed and he kissed you once more.

“Shall we go tell the others the good news?”

“I’ve been duped. You’re a good planner, Irwin.” He grinned as he led you back to the car and kissed you once more.

“I have to be. I live with a rambunctious soon to be eight-year-old who gets bored easily.”

When you arrived at Calum’s and stepped through the door, you were greeted an excited squeal as your daughter rushed from Calum’s side and wrapped her arms around your waist.

“You are a sneaky little miss. But it’s the most beautiful ring in the world.” You whispered to her hair and she giggled.

“I had to be sneaky! Daddy promised me it would be worth it. Will he be my real daddy now?” You were crying yet again as you held her tightly.

“Looks like it baby. I said yes, which means-”

“Mommy’s getting married!” She squealed excitedly and moved from you to Ashton and that caused the cheer from the gathered group of friends and, to your amazement, Ashton’s family, and you laughed through the tears that were falling.

“I told you I have to be a good planner.” He smirked at you and you could only smile as Anne reached you first, her arms wrapping around you as she welcomed you to the family.

Good planner indeed.

—

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xcrustyshiggs · 6 years

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Drunk Confession

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: shifter au, fluff, sad!jungkook words: 1716

Bunny boy decides to knock on your door at 3am in the morning to confess his feelings after getting shitfaced.

Part of my Bunny Boy Series: Drunk Confession, Lovesick Bunny Boy, Kittens and Uncle Kookie

masterlist

a/n: 1st attempt on writing something like this - had a fun time writing it but found the editing part so difficult.

Opening your entrance door, you find a doe-eyed boy standing in front of you, with his left fist closed to your face ready to knock on the door again. When he realizes your presence in front of him, his eyes widen in an instant, seemingly surprised that you opened the door (how could you not? he has been knocking on your damn door for 3 minutes as well as simultaneously shouting your name). Upon his realization he slowly retrieves his left arm back to not, thankfully, hit you in your face.

Due to your feline genetics (you are a lynx shifter), your nose immediately starts to pick an unpleasant alcohol smell from your counterpart, making you scrunching your face.

While Jungkook is still seemingly stunned at your figure, you haven't woken up fully - too sleepy to comprehend on, what was going on now. Minutes seem to pass by with you both staring at each other in utter silence - Jungkook in sheer shock, and you with confused and sleepy eyes.

From one second to the next, your sleep-dead brain finally decides on functioning (again). You come to realize that Jungkook has in fact – you’re definitely not dreaming – decided to give you a surprise visit at 3 am once he profusely got himself shitfaced, because not only does he smell like it, but also does his wobbly stance give his current state away.

With confusion written all over your face, you finally break the utter silence to ask him the real, big question (also the only one) in your mind. “Jungkook? What are you doing here?”

Awakened from his initial surprise or rather shock, the black-haired guy eventually opens his mouth to answer your question, while pointing one finger at you. “Hey Y/N. I di––dn’t th–ink you would answer the do–or” He pauses before opening his mouth again.

“But... to answer your question I, I, I do––n’t rea–lly rea––lly know, what the FUCK I’m doing here.” Hearing him slurring all his words, your previous confusion is instantly replaced by your growing concern over the usually-reserved young man. “Are you okay, Jungkook?” His immediate response to your question, is a quiet chuckle whilst he runs his fingers through his hair.

“Yo–u, you wanna know if I’m okay?” He looks at you accusingly. Unsure of your words, you decide to just nod slowly. Upon seeing your reaction Jungkook starts shaking his head, while gripping onto the wall to stabilize himself with his eyes trained on you.

“Na–––h, I’m fucking not okay. Wanna know wh––y, Y/N?” He doesn’t wait for your answer but continues babbling “Cuz I really, really, li–––ke you. But I know that you will never feel the same.” He starts chuckling - sounding more in despair- again, while bringing his gaze to the ground to avoid your gaze.

“I mean, Why would yo––u?” He brings his finger up again, to point a third time at you. “You Y/N, you are a lynx. A beautiful one. Fu––ck, I swear the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen...” He frustratedly ruffles his raven hair before pointing his finger at himself. “And I, I am just a lousy rabbit. Yes, Jeon Jungko––ok is just a sma–––ll, wea––k rabbit.”

His sudden outburst or rather drunk confession leaves you shocked, but not for long because seeing him clutching his stomach, brings you back into reality in an instant. “Oh God, I’m going to throw up”

Instead of responding to him, you take the free hand which isn’t covering his mouth and with quick steps lead him into your bathroom.

You both make it just in time, before he promptly squats down and starts throwing up in the toilet. Seeing him in this unsual state, you feel a slight tug in your heart. In trying to sooth him a little, you bend down to rub his back. After a few minutes of him emptying his stomach, he finally stops.

While he is still keeping his head over the toilet seat in fear of another wave of puke, you stand up to prepare a towel and a cup of mouthwash for him.

As soon as you are sure that he won’t continue in heaving his guts up, you ask him if he is okay now. You see Jungkook nodding before before turning his head in your direction to look at you.

He seems to have sobered up somewhat, but now looked really tired after this ordeal. In order to lighten up the awkward mood, a stupid follow-up statement pops up in your head. “You are really handsome Jungkook, but not even your face can pull off puke. So let us wash it off? ” Even though, you instantly cringed the moment those words left your mouth, Jungkook seemed to like it. Then his face immediately breaks into a big smile - the smile, where his whole face scrunches up, followed by a soft hum to agree on your proposal. said those words. So you help him stand up to lead him to the sink.

After cleaning his face, you hand him a cup with a green liquid in it, telling him, it’s mouthwash. He rewards you with another grin before rinsing his mouth. After spitting out the green liquid and wiping his mouth, he turns to look at you again with a now more tired look on his face. Before he can bring anything up about leaving your apartment, you decide to offer him to stay the night.

“Jungkook, you should stay here. You are clearly to tired to go home. You can take my bed? I will take the couch and I won’t accept a No”, you tell him with a determined look.

Even in his intoxicated mind, he realizes that arguing with you would be hopeless, so he accepts your offer gladly but only under the condition of him taking the couch“Thank You, Y/N. But please let me take the couch. I feel already bad for ruining your night”

To tired, to decline his proposal, you just nod. “Mhm, if that’s what you want. But let me get you some clothes to change first. Jimin has some spare clothes here for our weekly Netflix nights. Make yourself comfortable on the couch, while I get them.” He gives you a small smile before strolling into the living room, while you leave to get some clothes of your best friend.

After giving him Jimin’s clothes and setting up some pillows and a blanked for him on the couch, you sit yourself on the couch. While waiting for him, you try to comprehend what has happened in the last hour:

Not only did Jungkook decide to give you a drunk surprise visit at 3am in the morning but also did he confess his harbouring feelings for you. Realization that the attractive bunny shifter has a thing for you hasn’t hit you until now.

You are still astonished that Jeon Jungkook likes you because he has always seemed trying to avoid you like the plague since the moment Jimin has introduced you both to each other. Of course, you tried talking to him on several occasions (because you yourself was infatuated with “bunny boy”), but his answers were usually cut short. In the end, you gave up trying to get closer to him and just decided on having a secret crush on him.

But following this night, you are curious as why he has never tried acting on his feelings. Before you can dive further into your thoughts, on what the reasons behind Jungkook’s past behavior towards you are, you hear the sound of the bathroom door, which immediately takes you back into reality.

Even with a plain white t-shirt, grey (slightly too tight) sweatpants and after nearly puking his soul out of his body Jungkook manages to still look fine as fuck. What the fuck? How is that possible?! Wait, what the fuck am I thinking? Go away, filthy thoughts.

To clear your mind, you shake your head thoroughly.

When you look up, you see Jungkook giving you a concerned look, while coming your way. “You okay, Y/N?” Trying to cover up your tardiness, you say “Yes, hehe. I was just trying to not fall asleep”.Satisfied with your answer, he plops himself down next to you onto the couch.

Once he turns his head to face you, you see him nervously biting his lips.“I, I just want to thank you again for everything. Lending me some clothes also letting me stay here.” He pauses to think about what to say next. “And I’m so, so sorry for ruining your night.” Seeing the sincerity of his apology in his you, cant seem to get mad at him for ruining your sleep. “Jungkook, it’s fine. I would have woken up on my own to go pee. You should know 3am is my peeing hour.” you say make the situation less awkward.

After hearing your response, he chuckles but you can see in his eyes that he vigorously tries to stay awake. Therefore, you slowly stand up, while simultaneously getting him into lay down by pushing his softly onto the couch. “Let’s go to sleep now. We are both clearly tired. But, if you really feel guilty about waking me up, you can buy me lunch next week” He accepts your offer with a soft hum and a quiet “good night, y/n”, while letting you tuck him in. Before you turn around to head into your bedroom, you feel him grabbing your right hand and whispering

“Y/N, I really meant it when I said that I fell in love with you” and then you hear soft snores. Seeing a smile plastered on his face, you bend down kiss him on his forehead. “Good night, Jungkook”.

#bts scenarios #bts imagines #kpop scenarios #bangtan boys #bts!hybridau #jeon jungkook #jungkook scenarios #bts fluff #bts shifter au #park jimin #bts!au #jungkook fluff

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larryshorcrux · 7 years

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Fake It Til You Make It

JILY CHALLENGE | @ginevrashorcrux vs @lilypcttr social media!AU + “After a misunderstanding with his fans, james begs lily to be his fake girlfriend until this all blows over. which includes posting cute instagrams together and doing all the couple challenges.”

(nothing like waiting till the last second! I’m so sorry this took forever but its up!)

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James' fans were some of his favorite people in the world. But sometimes, he really wanted to punch them in the face. This is one of those times.

It all started with one, stupid youtube video from one, stupid Sirius Black. At the time it seemed like a good idea. Do a 'boyfriend tag' video with your best friend, who is like a brother to you, as a joke. And it was a good idea because both boy's view count and subscriber count went up by the hundreds.

It wasn't a good idea, however, when everyone thought that it was true and thought Sirius Black and James Potter are actually dating.

"Sirius, this is not funny! How am I ever going to get a hot girlfriend if everyone thinks we're shagging?" James asked his best friend. Sirius just kept laughing, infuriating James to the point that he stormed out of their shared flat.

James needed to do something and he needed to do it fast. He started brainstorming ideas on his walk to the park when a buzzing from his pocket startled him from his thoughts. He took out his phone and saw it was a text from Lily Evans as well as a picture from her of a photoshopped James and Sirius in a very compromising position.

From Lily Evans

why didn't u tell me u guys wer dating??? and why didn’t u tell me ur sextape leaked too?!?

To Lily Evans

ha ha

To Lily Evans

very funny. nothing is going on i swear. that vid was supposed 2 be a joke and its gotten way out of control

From Lily Evans

well have fun tryin 2 fix this mess good luck, ur going 2 need it :*

James rolled his eyes as he sat down on a park bench. He scrolled through twitter only to be bombarded with tweets about his a Sirius' relationship. And, much to his annoyance, a tweet from Sirius Black himself confirming it.

@padfootproductions:we r sorry that we hid this so long. we just cant hide our dying love for one another, it was really taking a toll on our relationship :////// ly baby @jamespotter_official

@jamespotter_official:@padfootproductions fuck off m8

James needed to do something fast. Sirius' tweet only added fuel to the fire. As he was thinking of ways to fix this problem (and to kill Sirius for creating this whole problem), a man and woman jogged past him, giggling and shooting lovesick glances at one another.

'That's it,' James thought. 'I just need a fake girlfriend! And I know exactly who can help.'

"I will absolutley not help you, James," said a very mad Lily Evans. "Why not?" James pouted. He needed this. There's only so many photoshopped pictures of himself and Sirius and only so many fanfictions he can read before going insane. It needed to be stopped.

"Because, I will not be dragged into this mess that has nothing to do with me," She said. As an after thought, she added, "Also, it's kind of a funny situation to witness."

James groaned and smacked his head on the table. "Lily, please! I'll do anything. I just need you to be my fake girlfriend for like three months, pretend we've been dating for five already, take some cute pictures, film some cute videos, then we can 'break up' and we can go our separate ways. Please, I'm begging you."

"What's in it for me?" Lily asked. "You get to say you're dating me," James said cockily. Lily reached over the table and smacked him in the head. "Ow," he muttered, rubbing the back of his head. "Fine, I'll bring you coffee for a month, on me."

"I want you to edit my videos," Lily smiled. "What?! You post three times a week! I'll never have time to edit my own!" James exclaimed.

Lily gathered her things and stood up. "Good luck, James." The man groaned and quickly stood up. "I'll edit your videos for a month."

"Four months."

"Two months."

"Fine, but I'm still expecting that coffee, too." Lily sat back down and James smiled in relief. "You're a saint, Lily Evans, did you know that?"

"I try," she smirked.

"This better work, Potter," Lily grumbled as she hit 'post' on Instagram. "It will, I promise!"

Within seconds there were hundreds of comments under her picture, all along the lines of "OMG I CANT BREATH" or "I SHIP IT HJBDUJ".

"I can't believe it, they're actually buying this," the redhead murmured in astonishment. "Quick take a snapchat with me," James told her.

"Lady love, James? Really?" Lily asked, not looking at all amused. "What? I have to make it believable," James said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Fine, whatever," Lily said rolling her eyes.

In the weeks that followed James and Lily's 'relationship' being made public, all thoughts of James and Sirius actually dating seemed to die down, thankfully. The young 'couple' would make it a point to take really cute pictures or to hold hands anytime they were out in public together.

Also in the weeks that followed, James and Lily seemed to get too close for two people who were just friends. Suddenly, Lily missed when she was not with James and suddenly, James found he was longing to hold Lily's hand when he couldn't. There was tension between them, and both knew it was obvious. Remus, Sirius, and Peter would never admit it, but they have been placing bets on when the two would finally realize that they were more than just friends. Unbeknownst to them, James and Lily were also placing bets in their own heads as to which of the two would crack first.

"You know," James mused one day. "We haven't filmed a video together yet in our three months of dating."

"James, we are not actually dating. Must I keep reminding you?" "You're just so beautiful, my Lily flower. I can't resist your charm," James smirked. Lily rolled her eyes, but James swore he saw a hint of a blush blooming on her cheeks.

"Fine," Lily said, going to gather her camera from her bag. "You tweet asking people to send us questions," she called over her shoulder as she set up her equipment.

@jamespotter_official: Shooting a q&a with the one and only @evanslily send us some questions !!! Use #jilyquestiontime

Within seconds, James' feed was bombarded with questions. Lily sat back down and began the intro to her video.

"Hello, beautiful people! Today I am joined with my lovely boyfriend, Mr. James Potter," Lily said, adding a little gesture towards James at the end. James smiled and waved at the camera, waiting for Lily to continue. "We asked you guys to tweet us some questions so let's dive straight in!" Lily leaned in closer to James to have a look at his phone screen. Not knowing what came over him, he placed a hand on her thigh. She jumped a little bit, not expecting that at all, and asked what he was doing. "Just playing it up for the cameras," he shrugged. Lily covered her face with her hair and looked back at his phone screen, not liking what his touch was doing to her body.

"So we have a question from @youtube_lovin_1234. It asks, 'When did you two meet?' Ah that had to be vidcon. I want to say 2015?" James asked, looking for Lily for confirmation. "2016," Lily corrected. "Close enough," James said.

"This one," Lily continued. "Is from @padfoots_paws. Interesting name. It reads, 'who is stronger? (asking this as an excuse to see James' biceps. #sorrynotsorry)."

"Well, if you insist," James smirked, flexing his bicep and smiling into the camera. Wanting to get him back for the hand on the thigh incident, Lily reached out a hand and began feeling James' muscles. "Don't we all want to make excuses just to see James' biceps?" Lily asked. She turned back to James so she could look for more questions and noticed he was blushing. THE James Potter was blushing because of her. She smirked and let him choose another question.

"This next question comes from @little_lindsey. 'Who is the better kisser? Prove it.'"

Both youtubers looked at each other and gulped. "James, we don't have to-" Lily started. "No we really don't," James interrupted.

"But maybe we should-"

"I mean we haven't kissed at all for the viewers-"

"You're right I think we should-"

The two quickly became flustered and looked away from each other. "Ok, let's go back to acting really flirty and I'll edit all of this out," James suggested. Lily nodded and faced the camera. Suddenly, James and Lily were acting cool and confident, as if that whole exchange never happened.

"James likes to think he is, but I am clearly better," Lily said very matter-of-factly. James rolled his eyes and responded with, "Keep telling yourself that, love."

"Well, let's let the viewers decide. Let us know in the comments who you think is better," Lily said.

James and Lily found themselves face to face, more nervous than ever. Both have wanted to do this for the past three months and now they finally had the chance. So why is it so hard?

"Ok, here we go for the totally fake kiss," James gulped.

"That means absolutely nothing," Lily confirmed.

Not knowing what came over him, James put one hand on Lily's face and the other in her hair, wasting no time in kissing her. Lily gasped a little, but placed her hands on his chest, kissing back with just as much vigor. Deciding to take control of the situation, Lily licked James' lips, begging for the permission she already knew she had

When their tongues met, Lily couldn't help but fist James' hair, causing the latter to let out a loud moan. This seemed to snap the two back to reality. They quickly pulled away, trying to fix their disheveled appearances.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Lily confessed. James only nodded, eyes wide. "I think this video can be finished later," he said, grabbing Lily's hand and leading her to his room.

That day, their relationship actually became official. Actually, it became official about 5 times that night.

#jilychallenge #lilypctter #jily fanfiction #social media AU #jancyshorcrux writings #harry potter

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b4theworldends · 7 years

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i cant do anything i feel really paralyzed and confused i wish i could just.... get in there like rly get in and fck up my brain bc then ill lossen something that needed to be loosed or maybe then i could idk maybe function..... in ANY capacity. i just want the little voice in my head that stops me from even opening up msgs to fck the fck off im tired i have no confidence i mean literally i say with all honesty that killing myself would be easier then mending all the shit ive fcked ul bc i just.... cant like idk i rly shut shit off at a point like i need something..... a step of from an exorcism. ive been writing out posts and hitting that iconique little x in the left corner about wishing i could divorce myself from idenity and i think sometimes ive been having such a hard time bc.... im dead inside! lmfao like ive had enough truly buuut i met nice ppl and kept trying to inject myself into society half heartedly like bitch it just isnt in the cards! i was not.... born with the equpment 🤔🤔🤔🤔 just gotta wonder why im not allowed to kill myself and why its seen as a negative thing when i mean what im living is negative but i get it the literal hellscape capitalist imperialist society will generate all the propaganda in the world to make sure everyone in the world works and incurs debt so that their monetary system... like even means something and we have to keep each other alive so there will be a population to exploit 😋. i mean please for the love of whatever the fck im tired and devoid of eveything but i.... still have interests and there is a part of me that wishes i had friends that i talked to everyday and hung out with and did cool things with like create things and i wish i loved people really instead of like i feel like its like i have to sit myself down everyday and be like " ur human.... u cant act like this this is what love is you have to generate this feeling somehow" and im just vigorously shaking myself trying to get this idea to be a organic reaction and its just not working i feel like everyday i peel back like a layer of reality and i cant tell anymore if im so fcking crazy like ive reached the end orrrrrrrr if im right and god i hope im not right abiut most of the conclusions that ive drawn bc then killing myself would be the kindest thing to do for my brain and i would just like to say that when ur ready you can do whatever U want. like i sound sick most people have me believing that I AM sick but most of the time i dont think so i just think i was wired differently im not into exploitation or gain or anything else which my stupid little brain has somehow decided that that is the basis for humanity. i have little to no faith i might even have like -x amount of faith in other people idk idk what this is. this is the new that 🙃 if i didnt have such bad disillusionment and like dysmorphia i could probably be a vlogger 😏

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kimmoonkwon · 5 years

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Dear someone... hopefully....

Dear to whom it may concern. I'll love you, I dont know who'll you'll be, all I know is that I'll love you.... hopefull I'll meet you one day.

─┉─ • ─┉─

Hey! How'd ya feel.

if we go for lunch ^^

Uh sure

It's cute how you were being nice, SeungChan, but I wish you'd said no, indulging me only made it hurt more...

─┉─ • ─┉─

"Hansooooooool," you whine, trying to snap your friend's eyes off the cute boy who he'd been having a staring contest with for the past half hour. "Get your eyes off Jun and pay attention to this!"

"Awe c'mom y/n I'm not picking matching colours for our graduation."

"You're my best friend! You've gotta match with me!"

"What if I wanna match with Jun?"

You press your fingers to the bridge of your nose, "you're not dating Jun, you're barely friends with hi-"

"You're right, I'll go ask him."

You sigh banging your head against the table.

A few minutes later, Hansol excitedly tapped you on the shoulder.

"He said 'yes' y/n!"

"Ah good for you, Ji."

─┉─ • ─┉─

I've asked so many girls out, I'm almost done high school! Why cant I get a girlfriend??

─┉─ • ─┉─

A three week camping trip, more like a three week break from Hansol and Jun...

I wish I could stop my mind from thinking about him hes been so nice to me this whole trip! The warm air, the atmosphere, it's a nice trip! Plus th- is Woochul looking at me???

I know we've never spoken or anything.. but hes smiled at me lots! And been nice! And stood next to me while lining up for the bus back! And-

Oh my gosh-

Hes just being nice....

─┉─ • ─┉─

I'm friendly! I'm nice! So why does the only girl who wants to date me only want me for sex? Why cant I just have a nice relationship?

─┉─ • ─┉─

So I started noticing a guy at work...

Hes friendly with me, his friends, customers!

Hes funny, sweet, nice, cute, unique!

Jo Mingyu seems pretty cool!

He literally ticks off every requirement for a guy that I've ever had!

Okay. I'm going to ask him out!

─┉─ • ─┉─

"Hey? Hwi?" You ask, running out onto the parking lot, winter air striking your face.

Just ask y/n.

"Hey, uh, would you like to go for dinner or lunch sometime, maybe this week?" You ask, nervously rubbing your sweaty palms on your jeans.

"Oh, uh, um, I'll uh, text you, I'm pretty busy this week..." He said, halfway in his car.

"Yeah, no problem!" You smile, mentally stopping yourself from celebrating prematurely.

─┉─ • ─┉─

Hey y/n so i thought it would let you know now rather than later about going to dinner sometime, im going to have to decline, im just not really looking for a relationship or anything right now. Sorry.

Yea no problem Have a

nice weekend ^^

Yeah you too...

─┉─ • ─┉─

"Hansol what do I do?"

"In regards to what?" Hansol asked, reaching across the table to grab the bottle of soy sauce.

"To get a boyfriend! Like you've got!"

"You you dont want mine, hes a little bit gay..."

"Ugh, leave Jun out of this! You know what I mean!" You protest.

Hansol rolled his eyes. "What about I set you up on a date?"

"Yes! Okay with who?" You jump in your seat, bumping your plate forward, crashing into your friend's.

Hansol rolled his eyes again, pulling out his phone, showing you a cute guy with squishy cheeks. "This is Yunmin."

"Okay I'm in." You nod vigorously at your friend.

"I'll let him know." Hansol laughed at your eagerness.

─┉─ • ─┉─

"Okay, y/n I'll ask now."

A few minutes of excited silence passes.

"O-oh Hes got a girlfriend y/n, I'm sorry I didnt know"

"Oh, yeah, that's... good for him..."

─┉─ • ─┉─

What if I die alone? A miserable old man?

─┉─ • ─┉─

Just a normal Saturday, a perfect, normal, nice, Saturday.

That is until you received a text from a co-worker...

Y/n?

Hi Jiann!

Um are you doing

anything Friday night

Nope 😊

Would you like to go to

Dinner with me? I know a

Great restaurant downtown!

I'd love to!

Okayy! I'll meet you there!

─┉─ • ─┉─

You called Hansol about what to wear 3 times, reapplied make up 2 times, thanked Jun for driving you there, countless times, and waited an hour... two hours... three hours... four?!?!

Y/n I'm so sorry to do this to you, but my mom had an emergency, shes fine but I need to be with her right now, maybe another time?

─┉─ • ─┉─

Shes kinda cute, shes been sitting here all evening, o-oh she crying now...

She ran past me and into the bathroom, I probably should comfort her...

─┉─ • ─┉─

"Miss? Miss we close soon... may I come in?" A sweet voice asked.

You were too sad to really register the door open, gentle figure sit down next to you and his soft hand cautiously rub circles on your back. You felt the owner of the hand hold out a tissue to you.

"May I ask why your crying Miss?"

"S-stood u-up," you stutter, embarrassing yourself further.

"That bastard! I'll beat him up for you, Miss!"

You try laugh between sobs, "His mom needed him." You explain.

"Ah, I see, we'll how about a make up date?"

"W-with you?" You dare to look up, praying that your makeup hasnt run to badly.

"Y-yeah, is that okay?"

"Sounds lovely," You smile, trying to make yourself look slightly more inviting.

"My shift is over now? How about we go next door to the café?"

You nod, smiling, wiping away your tears.

The boy's name tag read 'Jinkwon'.

─┉─ • ─┉─

"She did What?!?" You exclaim, a warm cup of tea clasped tightly in your hand, its contents quickly depleting.

"I know right!!" Jinkwon laughs, his own coffee going cold from all the stories he's been telling you.

Funny how life sucks so bad that you end up with something better?

"Its my last year of college too!" You excitedly explain your major to the boy infront of you.

At the end of the wonderful evening, Jinkwon drove you back home, you exchanged numbers, and couldn't feel happier!

Dear to whom it may concern.

I'll love you, I dont know who'll you'll be, all I know is that I'll love you.... hopefull I'll meet you one day.

Dear Jinkwon, thank you for being you, and thank you to everyone who rejected me or otherwise, you've given me the experience to have a healthy relationship with someone who I truly care about. Funny how loves seems to figure itself out huh?

-y/n

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pinksweatergettingbetter · 7 years

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//siblings bein’ siblings :’)

boy theyre really piling on the dick with roger. and yet, it somehow feels kinda forced. not quite as goofy-forced as ‘matt swirl my brandy and show off my scratched eye engarde’ but still...

he’s so obnoxious that i wanna hold up a hand like “chill, chill, youre the villain, you dont have to try so hard. yeesh.”

In spite of everything, it's still (Tr)u(cy)

Did Godot also ghost write the gramarye creed?? We didn't need this man

I love that she's "magical girl Trucy"

That is a HUGE ASS SWORD. Trucy must be ripped to balance that shit with one hand

(Cries) the judge bravo’d her my heart

And Apollo asks her to be careful I fhfhfhggg

JUDGE! Don't call her a butt!! - Bonny: a fan of mine took some footage of the me in the show. It's kind of creepy but it might help.

Me: ok well it can't be any creepier than the normal show footage which focuses on her quite a bit anyway---

(Footage is shot from backstage)

Me: BODYGUARD. DEMAND A BODYGUARD IN UOUR NEXT CONTRACT.DO NOT PERFORM WITHOUT ONE.

"What a waste of time"

I know, sadmad, it is a waste of time hinting And blabbing on when the contradiction is SO PAINFULLY OBVIOUS

To this games credit, I actually looked thru the footage to check for the edit and it's actually there. You can see the screen skip ever so slightly. I mean it's a little improbable that Trucy was still in the same position after twirling but that's a neat little detail. Not bad, SOJ, not bad at all.

- (Snerk) sexy pan up shot for mr retinz

- I know everyone loves the 'what's crackalackin homie" line but it stinks of pandering to me

It's like mr grossberg saying his hemerhoids were doing the Harlem shake. But I don't even think they were referencing the meme back then.

Also something about the way they write Nahyuta feels like the equivalent of a foreign character saying "it is-- 'ow you say..."

Burger barn sounds like the shittiest restaurant on earth. I wonder if it was the Ramen Ranch in the Japanese version...

"It's pretty long so I'll just show you the part with.." OHHH NO. We learned our lesson in dual destinies. We watch ALL the footage, damn it.

That must be Trucy! ... Six seconds after she runs in the opposite direction, also shown rising up into the rafters. ‘kay. Sounds legit. Prosecutor sadmad, please call me a moron and threaten more insignificant reincarnations...

"It threatens to disrupt the karmic course of this case" You mean it's so bullshit that you're obviously going to lose, right? It's ok, you can just come right out and say it. Nobody will mock you.

huh. retinz just called sadmad ‘pretty boy’

gee whiz guess theyre gay for each other now. c’mon fandom work your magic.

I'm starting to really not know what the victim’s last rights actually are. could you be a lil more clear on that sadmad

“My OBJECTION.... is NOT FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT!!!”

but it sure is for mine [snicker]

also gr8 excuse there, roger

“every industry has its own way of doing things, just as we in the legal profession focus exclusively on evidence and testimony’

really? for some reason i thought you were more interested in The Magic Pool and The Screams of the Condemned.

i can see theyre trying to write sadmad funny but its just not.... funny???

even with roger’s obnoxious persona i find him funnier. his texting sprite is hilarious. he just looks so fuckin pleased with himself.

Lang Zi says... Nahyuta needs a different schtick.

( well this numbskull has a thick skin, so there )

-holds back tears-

phoenix, drunkenly, from the gallery: DEAD PERSON... PUNISHING SOMEONE THROUGH A SURVIVING FAMILY MEMBER..? APOLLO GEDDOWN THE FUCKIN GHOS’S ARE COMING AAAHHH

“not bad for a shitty soap opera twist”

yeesh, that was a very sudden bout of self-loathing from the writers.

poor manov. somehow i feel more sad about his death than the entirety of the victims in DD (apart from Clay that is)

i mean he was just some magician tryna make it big.

(sigh) they tried to do the ‘are you high’ joke again and yet they still dont understand what made it funny in the first place.

“Strange are the karmic threads before me...”

is that Koorahneese for ‘shit, I'm losing!!’

NOW I FEEL EVEN WORSE FOR MANOV

i love when villains do that thing where it’s obviously fucking them and a jury would haul their ass to jail in 2 seconds but since it’s the bench trial system theyre like :3c I'm not admitting to anything! I just revealed something incriminating and suspicious as fuck but since my name isn’t carved into it you cant punish me~~~

im not being sarcastic either, at this point its just funny

apollo: AHH, HOW DID YOU READ MY MIND?!

roger must have assistant’s blood in him; all of them can do it

ohhhh. ohhh. i think. i see how he did it. if so, shit bro; that’s fucked up. but actually a pretty good sneaky murder method, with some pretty good foreshadowing that really stuck in my mind.

Not bad, SOJ. Not bad at all.

‘do you think the audience will let you get away with the twins schtick twice in a row?’

alright writers, your self deprecation is making me a little uncomfortable now.

i like picturing manov’s soul sitting on he judge’s head.

“could you hurry it up? I'm tired of listening to butterfly over there banging on about last rights. i just wanna see retinz get his ass kicked.”

wait did i completely miss something

what the fuck is with the random tuna boat joke

did i miss a reference to it before

is it a joke on turnabout: tuna-boat ??

hang on. is this a half-case?

they did this in dual destinies with the two last ones. i guess they can’t fit five full cases into a game after all... for some reason.

i was right! well done. thats a well written twist. anyway, most importantly:

IM STILL CRYING OVER MANOV. HE DIDNT DESERVE THIS

as much as i appear to like ragging on these games, i really hope the rest of the cases are as good.

sadmad: you f––

writers: [shake heads vigorously and make cut-throat motions]

sadmad: ..! ..uhh... [opens up a thesaurus] dim-witted... ignorant... imbecilic?

writers: [nod and sigh in relief]

sadmad: putrid red pepper.

“just some good old fashioned logic”

oh look at that they just admitted the ‘rethinking the case” mechanic is just an off brand logic rip-off.

wow that was the most over-the-top prosecutor breakdown I've ever seen. how did that even work? physically, i mean

maybe the soul butterfly is getting its revenge

NOO!!! NOT VALANT!!!

also holy shit that was one helluva hallucination. I'd like to think Magnifi was responsible from beyond the grave for one last feat in dickery.

Trucy’s absolutely right and murder is 99% never justified, but Magnifi is heavily implied to be a bag of dicks.

“Wow trucy, i never knew that being the best could be so tough good for your dating life’

“do you think I'm a naive greenhorn?” “No, she's not...”

don't use the ‘smile in spite of everything’ thing, don't use the ‘smile in spite of everything’ thing, don't use the ‘smile in spite of everything’ thing––

Ff fffffuuuuck

god dAMNIT

what is japans obsession with smiling thru shitty times??? its, like, ok to cry when you feel down, you know? its admirable to be strong in times of distress but your worth isn't based solely on how well you can pretend not to feel like shit

why not present that quick-ass thinking she did to get around Bonny’s mistake? THAT is the mark of someone who’s ready to be on stage. somebody who’s ready for any eventuality; that’s the mark of a clever performer. she kept a cool head and let the show go on; thats impressive!!!

get this shoe-horned in shit outta my face.

alright alright... theyre trying to have an emotional moment between siblings. ill calm down... for now.

Apollo: You’ve really changed Edge––– eh h I mean, Nahyuta.

Nahyuta: fuck you.

trucy: you don't like to talk about your past, do you? because you always change the subject!

apollo: its not so much that i don't like to talk about it as that it’s constantly being rewritte–––

[shotgun cocking sound from capcom]

apollo: I-ITS PARTY TIME, ITS PARTY TIME, EVERYBODY’S GETTIN DOWN BECAUSE ITS PARTY TIME

phoenix: you're a full fledged lawyer, apollo

apollo: aww gee thanks

phoenix: do you know the definition of full-fledged, in the bird world

apollo: uh

phoenix: it means they fly the coop. leave the nest. go to a completely different country, shall we say

apollo: ah

phoenix: just putting that out there apropos of nothing.

PHOENIX TALK TO YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER. CHRIST. shit. sigh.

apollo is now fucking dead, and living up to the title “Spirit of Justice”

#sulking over SOJ #ooc #just a reminder that the reason these are under cuts is the spoiler heavy nature #also because I'm a big whiny mcwhinerson

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Mishti rukho. Abir called out to a rushing mishti who just ran out of the car without giving a damn to the thunderous rain. Abir ran behind her and finally caught hold of her hand just before her house's door. Abir: No mishti.Not today.U can ignore me about anything, u can avoid me for all my ajeebness.But not this.U have to answer my this question today. Why you said sorry back there?What was that crazy stunt u pulled off back there?Before everyone mishti!u just apologised for something u never did Mishti,humiliating yourself. Mishti: Tum cop ho? Hindi serial ki angry young hero ho? Iss society ka security guard ho? To phir mujhr aise kyun pakad ke rakha?? Abir: I'm doing what is right and I dont care if I look like some roadside romeo or some bigshot criminal.Right now I'm doing what a Guy have to do for his....for someone he cares.1 And I care about you Mishti.Tell me what happened.U are not a person who'll do whats not right.And u know very well it was not right to beg pardon for something u never did. Kuch to baat hain. Areh,If someone told me I did something wrong, i would agree even if I have no idea about it .Because I dont have that much confidence in me. But Mishti.If everyone, i mean everyone around me starts shouting mishti did something wrong , I wont believe that.Thats just not my mishti. Lips trembling with the rainy shower,Mishti looked upto the guy with reverence."What is this guy made of?How much more he can sweep her off her feet?” Some more tears leaked from her eyes. Abir could still see those pearls amidst of all the raindrops. Abir:And now you are crying like those abla nari type which clearly shows u also dont agree to ur own action. So now tell me why u made my mishti do something she wont ever do? Suddenly there was a thunder and Mishti grasped about their situation .With great inhuman strength she uttered something to get her out of this emotional turmoil. Mishti: I'm not your mishti.chodo mujhe. Abir: main tumhe pakad kaha rahi hu? Shocked,mishti looked down to find Abir had let her hand go,perhaps long ago. Abir: I never hold onto something which is not mine.areh,I could not even hold onto things that were mine by birth right. That last line got Mishti go wide eyed.Damn her mouth.What did she just say?How could she made Abir remember all the thing which made him feel less about himself. Then just like that there was a switch in the whole surrounding. Abir: Why wilI I hold onto u?Tum koi kitkat ka box ho ki pakad ke rakh du? I just wanted to stop u and make sure u are Alright.I wanted u to share ur pain.I knew u were upset that's why I kinda charmed ur driver.umm.dont scold him,oka? Us bechara ka koi galti nehi.U know nobody can easily escape my charm?Haina? Abir added with a trademark abir smile. Mishti's face was loosing color by seconds.She can see through that smile now.How many times he did that in his life?How many times he covered his agony under this smile? Oh my God. The guy she knew as a happy soul,whose smile was his most constant thing,how many of those moments were real in his life? Mishti shivered with the thought. Noticing mishti's pale face,Abir hurried her towards her door. Abir: Enough for today angry chorni.Just go and change. U will catch cold in this rate. Mana ki tum violent ho par aj ka barish tumse bhi zyada violent hain.Jaldi ghar jao. And with a boyish smile which broke every corner of Mishti's heart,Abir Rajvaans turned around. Mishti :Sunoo.. Abir turned back and there was the longest seconds of silence Between them. Abir waited some few more moments expecting to hear their customary "kuch nehi,jao" and quirked his eyebrows as if waiting for that sentence only. Gulping down her emotions,Mishti mumbled, "U are totally drenched Abir.Come inside hurriedly.You can catch a cold too." As soon as Abir opened his mouth to deny Mishti gave him the LOOK. Mishti:Maine puch nehi rahi hu,bata rahi hu.Jaldi aao. Abir meekly followed his angry chorni knowing very well her violent avatar. Changed into a kurta-pajama of bade papa,abir came out of the bathroom to find Mishti in kitchen and approached her. Hearing the footstep mishti turned back and scowled immediately. Mishti: Abir.I told u to dry yourself unless u wanna get a damn cold. Are u a kid?Cant u even dry ur hair? With a stern voice she added,"Just go back and get a fresh towel from the cabinet and get rid of the damp..... " Abir:Jaa raha hu meri ma and raced back to the bathroom,too afraid of her scolding. 1 After some minutes,abir came to the kitchen massaging his head way too vigorously with towel to ensure it was clean of any dampness and found mishti pouring hot chocolate in two mugs. "She is just like a flower." Thought an enthralled Abir. "Fresh,Newly bloomed,full of purity,few dew drops here and there...wait a minute.drops!water!” Abir looked closer to find out water dripping from her long hair wetting her changed new dress again . Exasperated,Abir exclaimed loudly," mishtiiii!",grabbed her close and started wiping her hair,the towel of his hand in action again. Startled out of her wit,Mishti's hold on the mug's rim tightened.This sudden invasion of her man in her very personal territory shook something inside her. Totally unaware of her condition,Abir went on ranting. Abir: What's this Mishti?U have been getting so hyper over my condition,what about u?Why u are always taking care of others?Take care of u too sometime.Whats all this ruthless behaviour?Jumping into fire,going inside a soon to be explosive car,fighting the goons even before guns.Pagal ho kya?Aur aab?now u are even doing things against ur own character.Maafi mangne chali gayi?aur kunal ko thikse jawab tak nehi de rahi ho,woh bhale bure kuch bhi keh de.areh Tum to apni courtship ka waqt mein bhi itni meek nehi thi.kyun kar rahi ho aisi harkate?kyu khudko vul rahi ho? Mishti:Tumhara liye. Abir almost missed that soft whisper with his continuous rant but one soft touch of mishti's hand on his hand stalled him. Mishti loooked into his eyes and replied firmly again, "Because of you.I'm doing everything Mishti never did because of you. Because of you I said that sorry.I wanted to apologise to your mother and keep ur brother satisfied with that.I dont care if its kunal,munal or joynal.I dont care whom I'm bending to.I dont care if its related to kuhu,barsa aunty,bade ma or anyone of the world.Areh,I was not even interested in the whole kuku rishta.I just helped them coz u thought they are good together. I only care because its related to u.I needed to ease the tension with your family.I didnt want u to feel bad about ur family member's plight due to this party or worse,I dont want you to fight for me against them. I know u are very much capable of that.I know MY ABIR that much. Abir's eyes sparkled at that. Mishti: kyunki baat tumhara hai Abir.jabtak baat tumhara hoga,maine aise hi aag main,dariyo main kya toofan main jump karne wali ho.Tumhara violent Mishti hoo na?Mujhe bhi dekhna,kaise meri samne se tumhe kisi cheej se chot poucha ta hain. Because of you I can do anything as I know u can do way much more beacuse of me. Abir kyunki baat jab hamara hota hain,tab hum dono bas samne wale ko bare main soochta hoon.Now dont u even think of denying that.Its a fact. Well established one actually. Watching Abir gone mute,Mishti smiled a little and offered him the hot chocolate. Abir took the mug,drank it,took his bag of wet clothes and rushed out.Just as he stepped on the thershold of Maheswari sadan,Mishti gripped his hand and said, Mishti: Areh,ajeeb rajvaansh.Take the umbrella this time.wanna get drenched again? As Abir tilt his head towards her,Mishti was blown away by the vulnerable look on his face.He looked like he could crumble down anytime. The shayeer in him couldn’t do Justice to the storm of emotions inside his heart. Believe it or not,Abir was never a greedy child.He learnt to share,to let go,to get even neglected since the very begining of his childhood.He knew he cant have the world at his service. He had been bereft of everything over and over that it doesn’t even surprise him anymore. All the time he had been asking his silly questions to mishti,it was just to get a signal.Something which allows him to the way of her heart.Something which ensure him that perhaps this time he can get something instead of nothing at all. He wasnt expecting something way out of ordinary from the girl who is anything but ordinary.Abir just wanted a drop of her affection,he just wanted her to acknowledge his presence in her life,he just wanted to bask in her sunshine like warmth,he wanted to be a part of her soothing aura,he just wanted to get a space beside this shiny star of universe named Mishti. But instead,she just declared him her universe. With all the adoration of the world,Mishti crooned in a thick voice, "Abir!” And the dam broke. Abir Rajvaansh,not the happy go lucky guy abir but the 7 years old lonely,abandoned,ignored and forgotten boy named abir fiercely hugged his precious and burst into tears.Tears of years of longing,tears of separation,tears of all the blame-lie-betrayal game,tears of gratitude,tears of hope. 1 Tomorrow he will scold mishti about all the self destructive proclamations she uttered few moment before. Tomorrow he will make sure nobody dare change his mishti. Tomorrow he will make hundreds of poetry and woo mishti. Tomorrow he will hold her hand and let his heart bare before her.+ Tomorrow he will put his life on her mercy. But,today the banjaara just cried in his home... ItsFlora

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