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meggie-moo · 10 months

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I have a bunch of ideas for the character thing so please feel free to just pick one or a couple if you don’t want to do all of them:) /gen

Death the Kid from Soul Eater

Greed from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Gengar from Pokémon

Cecil from Welcome to Night Vale

Guzma from Pokémon

Apollo Justice from Ace Attorney

Duke Venomania from The Evillious Chronicles

Cardan from The Folk of the Air Series (The Cruel Prince book series)

Saruhiko Fushimi from K Project

Bill Cypher from Gravity Falls

L from Deathnote

Mettaton from Undertale

Ik that’s a lot, please don’t pressure yourself to respond to all of them! /gen /lh

-🦕

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :D i really do appreciate these so much!! i’m not very familiar with half of them, but i will do my best!! (i will probably not answer some questions though, just due to not knowing, lol!) (also for the sake of easiness, i’ll put in parenthesis wether i know it or not! :) ) /gen

Death the kid:

I HAD LIKE THE BIGGEST SOUL EATER PHASE WHEN I WAS YOUNGER!! :D this is like incredibly exciting, just because i love this piece of media a lot! :)

first impression: OKAY, so i heard a lot about him, due to my friend in middle school liking him a lot, so my first impression was that he was like very silly, but in a good way. like he takes things too seriously, and it usually ends up becoming comic relief material

impression now: HES THE!! HES THE GUY!! i love him, he is in fact silly. i think that despite his nature of taking things very seriously, he does know when to just have fun. i think he puts a lot of pressure on himself due to his father. i really enjoyed his character development, and all of his moments :)

favorite moment: the whole excalibur episode was so funny from what i recall. like i forced my father to watch it with me LMAO. also the scene where he passes out in the blackstar and soul fight, because they accidentally gave him a haircut

idea for a story: hmm idk :0 make him go to therapy for his clear ocd 🦧

unpopular opinion: i’m not sure i have one, so i’ll just state a pretty standard opinion, and it’s that i really wish they kept it closer to the manga. because they really skip a lot of his, and especially blackstar’s character development :(

favorite relationship: very basic, but i love his friendship with patty and liz :) his friendships with blackstar, and maka are also really great :D

favorite headcanon: this is so random, but when i was a child my sister, and i had a joke that he really liked shampoo?? it has stuck with me for years

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Greed:

i haven’t watched fmab in years, and admittedly watched like the last 20 episodes with the flu, so my memory is indeed rough, but i also REALLY loved this show. i stand by it being really really good!!! :D

first impression: i was really neutral about him! like there were WAYYY worse homunculi in the series lol!

impression now: he puts on such a big act, but like he grows so much, he’s a softie at his core :(

favorite moment: LIKE I THINK ITS HIS FINAL SCENE INSTEAD OF LING?? i loved all of their interactions sm. but like that final moment really stuck in my head visually

idea for a story: JUST LET HIM BE HAPPY

unpopular opinion: i don’t think i have one!

favorite relationship: his and ling’s friendship! :)

favorite headcanon: N/A :(

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Gengar:

i haven’t kept up with newer pokémon lore, but i watched a video >:)

first impression: i love gengar as a pokémon!!! also i am bias because the color purple is so beloved

impression now: he deserves all the good things :(

favorite moment: just any when he’s playing a fun little trick :)

idea for a story: N/A

unpopular opinion: N/A

favorite relationship: i guess it would have to be his and ash’s friendship 😭 since i don’t know much else 😭

favorite headcanon: N/A

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(skipping Cecil, because i looked up stuff from welcome to night vale, and it looks really fun, so i’m going to listen to it while drawing! :) )

Guzma (unfamiliar):

first impression: when i saw him, i thought of the evil dude from world girl, and then i googled the evil dude from world girl, and realized they look nothing alike, they just have white hair and goggles 😭 but he gives off fun side villain vibes, like pathetic but in a fun way (kinda like team rocket), his name also gives me poison type user

impression now: HE IS A GOOFY SIDE VILLAIN, he honestly seems like so much fun

favorite moment: idea for a story: N/A

unpopular opinion: N/A

favorite relationship: him and his team, i love how supportive they seem in the clips i watched :) like i love when characters support their cringe fail (affectionate) boss <3

favorite headcanon: N/A

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(skipping apollo also, because i feel like one day playing ace attorney :D)

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Duke Venomania (unfamiliar):

OKAY OKAY, so i looked up the music video, and also watched one of those “_____ poorly explained” videos, so i’m sorry if i get things wrong :( but i love vocaloid, and this was so cool to watch!!!

first impression: slut (i never use this word in a derogatory manner, it is primarily a positive character trait) >:)

impression now: *still* a slut, but also i feel really bad for him. his actions were horrible, but like his family really set him up for that. his brother turning mean for no reason was so uncool :(

favorite moment: N/A

idea for a story: N/A

unpopular opinion: N/A

favorite relationship: idk :( because they all fell through terribly in the end :(

favorite headcanon: N/A

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Cardan:

I LOVE THE FOLK OF THE AIR SERIES, LIKE ITS SO MUCH FUN AHHH!! i remember being really skeptical about it, but then i binge read the whole series in like three days, lol!!! i was just talking about it with a friend last night! :)

first impression: HES MEAN, this is unsurprising seeing the title of said book. BUT, his opening segment is so mean, like he just ripped off someone’s wings?? like he’s never that mean for the rest of the series, it’s so uncalled for LMAOO 😭

impression now: I LOVE HIM, he’s a cat that fell into a pool, he’s pathetic, he’s so unserious, i would say he tries his best, but he really doesn’t. and i love that for him

favorite moment: when he exiled jude, and then when she came back, he was like, “my wife is come!!! :)))” because in his eyes it was just a prank 😭😭

idea for a story: i want him in the human world, and i want it to be funny

unpopular opinion: i don’t mind the tail LMAO

favorite relationship: romantically, definitely Jude (the beloved <3) obviously, lol! friendship wise also probably jude 😭 though i find his relationship with Nicasia really interesting :)

favorite headcanon: he can’t cook, but he would try to, just because jude banned him from the castle kitchen (he almost burns down the castle)

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(i’m also skipping the K project one, because i remember seeing that anime everywhere when i was younger, and really wanting to watch it, but i never did, and now you’ve reminded me of it, and now i’m going to actually watch it this time, lol! /gen)

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Bill Cypher:

I LOVE/LOVED GRAVITY FALLS SM, i don’t remember much of the lore, but gosh this show took up so much of my brain for so long!!!!

first impression: dorito looking guy 🤨

impression now: he’s a staple in tumblr history, he’s silly and goofy, and still looks like a dorito

favorite moment: i don’t remember :(

idea for a story: N/A

unpopular opinion: i never found him hot, though idk how unpopular that is anymore LMAO

favorite relationship: N/A

favorite headcanon: N/A

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THE BELOVED!!! i watched the first half of death note in middle school, but my father spoiled what happened to L, and i literally quit, and i think that’s so valid. but last year my friend got really into it, and she very much dragged me down with them. i rewatched it and GOSHHH, it’s such a good show, i plan on buying the all in one manga one day :)

first impression: there was something about him, that when my 11yo self saw this man, i was like “he is my favorite.” and he was

impression now: i rewatched it, I STICK BY THAT STATEMENT, there are of course other characters that i love dearly now (Misa, Rem, Mello), but L is *the* death note guy, i love him so much still :)

favorite moment: when he hands that guy the strawberry LOL

idea for a story: my friend and i created a whole twitter au, and i’m so attached to it, it’s literally so funny, we’re comedic geniuses /lh

unpopular opinion: i’m not a lawlight shipper :( (though i totally see where people are coming from!!)

favorite relationship: my friend and i made a misa/matsuda/L friend group trio, and they are canon to me. they might not be besties in canon, but to me and my friend they are a dynamic trio, and that’s how it is <3

favorite headcanon: he’s asexual!!

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Mettaton (kinda familiar, kinda not 🤨):

i only watched the markipliar let’s play of undertale, but i really really liked it’s vibes, maybe one day i’ll actually play it lol!! but i don’t think i ever finished it, so i don’t remember much about mettaton, but i had a friend who loved him!!

first impression: silly little computer guy!!

impression now: iconic, incredible

favorite moment: N/A

idea for a story: N/A

unpopular opinion: N/A

favorite relationship: N/A

favorite headcanon: N/A

(sorry my memory just isn’t working rn 😔)

thank you so much for the ask!!! this was so much fun, and i’m sorry i didn’t know more of them!! :D but ty for also giving me some cool media to try out as well!! :D

#meg’s incoherent thoughts #long post #ask game #🦕#<- you get a tag :)#anon #ALSO ITS SO LATE AT NIGHT SO IM SO SORRY IF THERES ANY TYPOS 😭😭#death note #death note spoilers #folk of the air #cruel prince spoilers #gravity falls #undertale #vocaloid #pokémon #fmab #soul eater

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hotchs-big-hands · 6 months

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okay girlie hand kink hotch

you were a little late so when you got to the round table room you scooted past aaron with a quickly muttered 'sorry im late' and as you pass aarons chair you put your hands on his shoulders to scoot by and the tips of his ears go red and he clears his throat before saying "its no problem. someone can catch you up on the way to the air field" and looking back at the gruesome crime scene photos, which quickly put the delicious burning sensation on aarons shoulders out of his mind.

walking around together outside the crime scene tape to determine wether the attack was contained to the scene or if it was spread out over a larger area and when you use your hand to tap on his chest and point out what looks like a smear of dried blood on a seemingly abandoned car and he cant help himself but to ask "did you get your bails done yesterday? they look good" and now youre BOTH blushing.

aaron being flustered because while you were calming down and interviewing a traumatized child you slowly start to braid her hair to lull her into a sense of safety and he watches your fingers so intently as they flex and twist the strands of her hair together. he wants to shoot himself for getting so bothered over such an innocent moment.

hes laying on his bed in hotel room. its late and hes so fucking pent up from spending all god damn day getting riled up over you and your fucking hands. he needs a release and he needs it soon. so here he is, pajama pants pushed down, his sick sticking out of the slit in his boxers, and his left hand firmly gripping his heavy cock and stroking it. his mind is flooded with the vision of your hands. if you have soft dainty little hands hes thinking about how good theyll feel on his cock, stroking him to completion and rubbing against his skin. if you have larger rougher hands hes imaging how it would feel to have them gripping in his hair and scratching down his back.

hes so close, biting his shirt as to bot make noise, hips thrusting up off the bed to match to pace his hand is stroking. his eyes are rolling back and the pressure is building and building and- theres someone knocking on his door. he freezes for a moment before stroking again, whoever it is can wait til morning. hes sleeping. but then they knock again, louder. horny, tired and now pissed off, he shoves himself in his pants as quick as he can and marches to the door, bitterness welling up inside him as the subtle pain of blue balls creeps up (???im not a penis haver idk if thats accurate lmfao where is criminalskies when you need them) until he opens the door and realizes its you.

and for some reason, you look about as pent up and wrecked as he feels. he doesnt really remember exactly how it happened. one moment hes standing at the door asking if youre alright and the next hes sittingg on the edge of the bed, leaned back on one elbow with his other hand tangled in the sheets. head tipped back, eyes shut and mouth open spilling out soft sighs and little whimpers. both of your hands are wrapped around his cock, slowly slowly moving up anna down, twisting your wrists and leaning down and give kittenish locks to his tip. now it might be the fastest aaron's ever cum since high school, but good fucking damn was it worth it.

hes just hoping he still has a job when you guys get back to quantico. and the chance to get your hands on him again.

unedited idgaf its late and horny hour we ride like men with our typos and convoluted ramblings.

A W O O G A AAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS IM 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣 WOW YEAH SKSKFJRJFJWJDJAJSJ

G o d him looking at his cum dripping from your fingers would absolutely wreck his brain I'm so fucking sure of it. He's never been so turned on in a while.

#💌 ah asks #nsfw.#cutie kenzie

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the-s1lly-corner · 14 days

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May we... perchance... as for count spankulot x reader headcanons? Nothing in specific I'm just curious about how you'd go about writing for him :3!

🍭 anon

Spankulot x reader headcanons

Never thought I'd see someone asking for the vampire dude but I'm not complaining! Ultimately he is silly, giving him grace as his whole gimmick being outdated/product of its time happens to the best of medias

Notes: Reader is GN

CWs: None

This isnt a shipping hc but someone pointed out that he stims by doing the fist shakey thing and tbh? Love that for him

Not at all used to romance despite being around for so long- sorry theres no vampiric romanticism here, hes a dork

If this takes place in modern day and you convince him to get a phone hes going to send you good morning/good night texts every single day

"Nooo dont kill yourself you're so pretty"/j

Still on the phone topic he has so many typos and he uses gifs as reactions

Back to the prompt, he's very polite towards you, as well as trying to be a stereotypical gentleman- pulling your chair out for you, opening doors, carrying your coat and so on

Lots of old fashioned nicknames for you; "my darling", "my intended", "my beloved", "my precious", the list goes on! Also calls you sillier names such as "schnookums", he genuinely thinks they're cute

Let's you huddle up to him under his cloak if you're cold or just want to snuggle into him

Never ever late for a date, the man can just.. manifest in a cloud of smoke- never has to worry about traffic! And of course he can fly!

If.. you're up to it and he feels confident enough, he might take you up into the sky in the night so you can see the sights around you- very pretty!

#knd x reader #knd x you #knd imagine #knd spankulot x reader #knd count spankulot x reader #kids next door x you #kids next door x reader #kids next door imagine #spankulot x reader #spankulot x you

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shigarakisslutbag · 2 years

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So this is just a thought. And its been a slight fantasy of mine. TW: age regression talk and sexual themes (purely consensual)

So ive thoight about it both ways. Both a dom/caregiver reader and a sub age regressed reader. But ive been in a really subby mood lately soooo heres my thoughts!

(I got a lil horny writing this so you better enjoy or else🔫🔫)

I barely proof read this so im sorry for any typos lol. Spicyness under the cut babes

You dont go into little mode a lot

Only when adulting and such is getting to you

And doesnt it do that to us all?

I mean fuck sometimes you cant even destress in the shower without breaking down sobbing

Shigaraki helps you though. Hes there to care for all your needs . Emotional, physical, really anything you could ever ask for

He would never really admit it but he quite literally worships the ground you walk on

Shigaraki probably hears you one night crying from stress and lack of sleep

You actually dont sleep much anyways do to trauma related issues which is why you age regress

Tomura doesnt even say anything and walks in and simply tells you youre taking a bath together.

Its not a question or a request. Its a demand

He runs a hot bath and gets your pj's ready for you

He'll take care of you in every way he can

Theres no doubt

He starts by making you raise your hands up above your reddened face stained an raw with previous tears

Then strips you from the waist down

Lightly takes the hair ties out of your messy nest of hair

And leads you the bath while dimming the lights

He wouldnt wanna irritate your eyes any further and you probably have a headache from all the stress and sobbing anyway

He takes a cup and gently pours water on your hair, even cupping some of the water in his hands and massaging the scalp with it so you dont get any water in your eyes

Then takes your strawberry shampoo and gently, but firmly starts to rub it into your scalp from the temple of your head even, just to let you know its okay to go limp

And let him do everything for you

He scratches your head with his fingers, making sure to rid you of any dirt and grime in your hair so that his precious angel can feel refreshed and new

Then, tilting your head back he uses his hand as a sheild for your face and uses the other to piur the water on your hair multiple times to rinse off the excess shampoo

He then goes throigh the same process again with the conditioner and takes a hair brush brushing out all the knots noe that your hair is more felexible from being thoroughly conditioned

Next is your body

Your doll-like body. So fragile . And just like anyone with a prized doll-like possession like you, it must be taken care of and cleansed

He takes some loap and lathers it in his hands, gently starting with your shoulders and massaging them

Then your arms

Then your chest

Then lower, to your cute little breasts

Your nipes are already hard from the top half of your body being exposed to the cold air nipping at your sensitive skin

Shigaraki takes both hands and rubs the soap into your boobs, going in circulwr motions and groping them making sure to rub your nipples while hes at it

No one could blame you for flushing and your rapid heart beat

Your nipples have always been sensitive, so you cant help but whimper as he toys with your chest

"Youre such a squeaky little thing, do you think if i play with your pussy you could elicite more of those sounds for me, princess?"

You dont even get the chance to answer before he starts draining the water. You give him a well earned confused look

He hasnt even finished washing you yet, so why?-

You didnt even realize the water was already drained until your body because overstimulated by the air

He turns the faucet back on and puts his hand behind your head and ushering you to move closer to the faucet as you lay down on the floor of the tub

"Spread your legs for me sweetheart, i wanna watch you squirm just a little before i give you some real fun "

"Okay daddy"

Laying one leg over one side of the bathtub and the other to rest on the other side he turns the faucet on a slightly low setting. Its so fucking cold but the pressure on your little clit makes you writhe and squirm like a little baby

The teasing at the little nub on your cunt makes your heart beat go back up if it wasnt already before

If your eyes werent alrwqdy closed feom not being able to take the pleasure shigaraki tells you to open them, so that you can look at his calloused hands as he plays with your nipples again

This time pulling and flicking them

Then pushing your breasts together, still shiny and soapy from the water before it was drained

He then cuts the water off and puts his fingers up to your mouth, nonverbally asking you to open it

"Lick them well, this is the only lube youre getting while daddy finger fucks your cute little cunt into oblivion"

You immediately wrap your mouth around his thick fingers swirling your tongue and sucking like iits your pacifier (and sometimes they are)

Removing his fingers from your hungry mouth he starts to rub around your hole lightly just to tease you

Sliding his middle finger in

Then 2

And curls them hitting that special spot inside a d massaging it over and iver and over until you start squirming even more and creaming around his fingers

You can hear the sloshing and wrtness of your cunt from being abused by his fingers

Then he starts to go faster

And faster

Until you start giletting dizzy and crying from the absolute ecstacy hes giving you

He then starts rubbing your clit with his other hand in little circles sending you over the edge and squirting everywhere, pussy throbbing from all the attention its gotten tonight

"Oh look at that! Such a good girl! You make me so proud. Now lets go to bed and see how much more of that you can handle "

You poor thing

You didnt even get to wash your body

I guess that'll have to wait for later

#shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki x reader #dom shigqraki #daddy shigaraki #little reader #mha headcanons #smut headcanons #shigaraki headcanons #age regression #mha x reader

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cupoftaae · 11 months

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Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ sunrise in versailles (part 1) (chapter 13)

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count- 6k ish

warnings- swearing, angst, some kissing, theres an argument whoops. mentions of pregnancy. fluff.

a/n- Hey m'loves, sorry for the late chapter, I hope you enjoy!!! (excuse any typos, have not spell checked!!!)

"what...?"

You tried your best to offer a small smile at the camera, taehyungs parents looked back at you through the screen with confused and angered faces.

"we are gonna have a baby" taehyung declared again, his hand coming down and out of frame to grasp yours, giving a reassuring squeeze.

Taehyungs mother looked more than upset, devastated was more the correct and fit term, while his father just seemed disappointed.

"You told us you werent together" she spoke up, her hand over her mouth as she exchanged glances with her husband.

"funny how things happen, huh?" tae chuckled nervously, this time you squeezed his hand.

"are you sure you are the father?" his dad added, making your chest pang with pain at the accusation that you were the type to sleep around so carelessly.

"You dont need to cover for her" his mom spoke

"I know he is the father, im not stupid, thank you. How dare you ask that?" you spit, feeling guilty at your outburst, but mad at his parents for even going there. "look..it wasnt our plan. Some things....occurred...and we cant change them, all we wanted to do was tell you guys and its up to you to support us or not, either way...its happening, and im sorry if you dont like it" you mumble, taehyung softly nodding and smiling, proud of you sticking up for yourself.

Taehyungs mother simply scoffed, her hand wiping her tear that had fallen.

wow. she really wasnt happy about this, about you.

"we taught you better than this, and y/n I know your mom taught you better too....you know how things are supposed to be done. You get your career started, you marry, then children." his father cleared his throat

"we dont need to do things in order, you know" taehyung spoke against his dads words, "we have a plan...I think we will be alright"

You smile at your boyfriend, hand rubbing his back. "Yeah...." you whisper, "and besides...my parents had me before marriage, they were younger than taehyung and I when they got pregnant" you try to point out.

His mom glares down at you through the laptop screen, "yeah and how did that work out for them? wheres your dad now? hm? exactly."

Your face falls at her words, you didnt even have anything to argue back, a sick feeling falling over you.

"mom..." taehyung warns, his eyes darting to make sure you were ok.

"why would you bring up such a thing?" you whisper

She shrugged, "because its life, and things dont always go as planned. I wanted my son to be an established business man by now but no, you've tied him down to the ground again."

You watched, feeling numb, as she spoke more

"we had a feeling you two would end up together, but not like this...no no...not like this"

With that, you looked at taehyung before looking back at the screen.

"I think we are done here" you were quick to hit the disconnect call button on your laptop, standing up immediately as you ran upstairs.

"y/n!" taehyung closed the computer, standing up to follow you.

Once you were inside your bedroom, you wrapped your arms around your stomach, pacing the carpet. Taehyung abruptly walked in "baby..."

"why would she say that to me? why would she go there?" you cry softly, questioning how his own mother could be so cruel.

"I am so sorry my love" he is quick to wrap you in his arms.

Your hands held him tightly as you tried to calm your breathing.

"im terrified to tell my mom now" you whisper

"something tells me she will be a little kinder..." taehyung chuckled softly.

You moved to sit on the bed, suddenly feeling uncomfortable given you were still in your work outfit from this morning. You were a bit stressed at all the sudden life changes, and the least you wanted was some compassion. You will never understand how such cruel people could birth and raise someone as loving as taehyung.

"Im sorry" you lay back, eyes on the ceiling.

"for..?" he climbed next to you, laying on his side as his hand crawled up to your stomach.

"all of this mess...your parents..."

"baby thats not your fault...screw their opinion...I have my girl, and if its just you and me in the end, im alright with that. you know why?" he mumbled softly

"why?"

"because we've already made it this far, look at how good we are doing, hm? I love you, and im proud of you....please dont listen to my mother or father, their words mean nothing. Focus on us, on you and me okay?"

You gently nod, holding his hand as he kissed your cheek. You both laid in the comforting silence of the room for a bit, before taehyungs voice brought you out of your trance. "lets take a bath"

The next morning you were up and at work early, checking attendance for the young children at the daycare center.

You and taehyung both agreed to hold off on disclosing the information with your mom for a few days until it felt right to do so, however part of you wanted it over with. You were about 3 months along, and it felt like things were passing quickly.

"Daniel?" you called out gently, looking around the room to find the small hand raising up to your attention.

You checked off his name before finishing the list, handing it to the main teacher.

The children were adorable, there wasn't many, only 8....5 girls and 3 boys. Though its only been a few days of work, most have warmed up to you just fine. One even trusted you to watch over their stuffed animal during recess time (thats a big responsibility)

The group was mainly produced to watch over little kids who's parents worked all day, which, you hate to admit, but made you feel a bit sad.

Children need full time attention and care, and you questioned if you would ever hand your child away to some strangers for hours, days, weeks at a time. It was crazy now that you had this wild perspective.

During your lunch break, you sat down in one of the empty classes to facetime taehyung, who answered after a few rings.

"hello?" his groggy voice came through, the screen showing the ceiling.

"aw sleepyhead, did I wake you from your nap?" you giggled, speaking sarcastically as you watched for his face.

"mm" he finally looked over his phone, a soft smile apparent, "hi baby...hows work?"

"its good actually....im not as nauseous as I was when I woke up, thank God"

"thats good."

you nod, smiling as you bit into your protein bar as you slowly sunk into your desk chair more. "how are you?"

"im good" he smiled, "I fixed the drain"

"woo!" you giggled

"I know..." taehyung yawned, rolling over and out of bed. "It doesnt make that weird noise anymore, see?" he pointed the camera down to the sink, the water flushing through normally

"good job, thank you" you smiled at your phone

"Oh and also...um, my mom called me again after you left."

"oh....?"

"yeah, I think me explaining things sort of helped her, she still isnt happy but she takes back her comment."

You sigh, "well im still upset about it"

"and you have every right to be, im just saying....she knows she was wrong"

You nod, crumpling the wrapper in your hand.

"and of course, I told her that we haven't told your mom yet, so no contact. She promised she wouldn't say anything" he mumbled

"well...thats good" you smile blankly, "maybe we should tell her tonight? I dont know..." you sigh "im so nervous"

Taehyung looks back to the phone, offering you a sympathetic smile. "angel...I know its scary but we cant not tell her...we need any support we can get"

"i know" you nod, defeated as you look at the clock. "okay honey...I gotta go, ill be home at 3, okay?"

"okay baby, love you" he smiles gently, waving goodbye before disconnecting the call.

You sigh, putting your phone into your jean pocket as you make your way back into the classroom.

"Ah, Kenji is feeling a little bit under the weather right now, I am going to direct you to sit with him for a bit while I begin the next activity?" the main teacher came up behind you, pointing you in the direction of a young boy sitting at an empty table in the back, his hidden face in his arms.

"is he feeling ill?" you question, sympathetically eying the small boy

"no..." she shook her head, whispering, "he told me his parents had been fighting all morning"

your heart pangs deeply in your chest, the surge of the feelings you felt at your own parents fighting resurfacing, you knew what it felt like to have drama at home and then be forced to go to school or work and act like nothing happened, despite being upset.

You nodded sadly and quietly made your way to the back of the room, pulling the stool out from beside him and sitting. "Kenji, you alright bud? whats going on?" you gently rub his back, trying to get him to lift his head up.

"mm..im okay" the tiny voice squeaked

"you know...its okay if you arent" you whispered, leaning your head into your palm. "do you wanna talk about whats going on? you dont have to, but sometimes it feels better to let it out, especially if you dont always get the chance to." you try to course him along, not wanting to pry but rather wanting to provide relief.

With this, Kenji slowly lifted his head, cheeks red in embarrassment as slight tears watered his eyes. "I dont wanna talk" he said apologetically

You frowned for a moment before composing your teacher-like empathy, "thats okay, but is it alright if I sit here with you?"

He nodded, putting his head back down as he leaned closer to you, the only thing you could possibly do was rub his back for a bit longer before grabbing the nearby crayons and paper.

"you wanna draw?"

He nodded, silently as his chubby hand grabbed a crayon. "'dont know what to draw"

You giggled, "well....do you have any pets?"

He nodded enthusiastically, almost as if the mention of his pet was able to pull him out of his behavior.

"really?" you smiled widely "what kind of pet do you have?"

He grinned, his smile missing many teeth, "I have a cat! her name is chibi!"

You laughed, "chibi, small in japanese, is chibi really tiny?"

"yes, she this big" he reaches his hands out to show you the exact measurements.

"wow! that is tiny, you should draw her for me, i'll hang it up on my fridge at my house" you giggle

"really??" he widened his eyes, grabbing the paper as he furiously began to draw, you were happy to take his mind off whatever home troubles were burdening him.

He, at least for that moment, completely forgot about his sulking, and the way he drew quickly told you that.

"I have a pet fish, yknow" you smile, watching him draw.

"ooo!!"

"mhm, his name is Hae" you nod, "hes a tiny yellow fish"

"hae is a funny name" he blurts, smiling as you show him a photo of your pet.

"its Korean for sun, like in the sky" you add, knowing that Kenji isnt super familiar with the Korean language. "My boyfriend bought him one day and now he has this huge tank, we even put a little spongebob figure in there. Do you like spongebob?"

He giggled, "yeah, maybe hae and Chibi can be friends"

you grin, "Oh that would be lovely huh?"

He held up his picture before immediately putting it down "wait!" he grabbed the yellow crayon and began to add a small touch to the corner of the page, turning it around and waiting for your approval.

"did you draw hae and chibi?" you spoke, your hands holding his smaller one.

"mhm!!"

"oh my! this is beautiful Kenji, thank you bubs! i'll make sure to show this to Hae so he knows his new best friend"

Kenji beamed in confidence, writing his name on the page before gifting it to you.

"thank you!" you spoke, kenji gently hugging you before the main teacher made her way over.

"hows everyone?" she cheered, glancing at you

"we're good, right kenji?"

He happily nodded

"your daddy is here to pick you up, but make sure you hold Miss.Y/n's hand out to the front okay?"

You gently take kenji and make your way down the stairs to the parent pick up spot, you kneel down. "do you see your daddy?"

The smaller boy eagerly looks around, scanning the tall adults for the familiar face, "oh hes here!!" he jumps up and down, dragging you over to the man standing against the wall on his phone.

"daddy!!!" Kenji runs and clings to his fathers leg, his dad laughing and picking him up. "this is Miss.Y/N!!"

the fathers eyes drag up to you, offering a greeting smile. "hello" he bowed his head politely, "Min Yoongi" His hand reached out for yours

You shook it, smiling back "nice to meet you, Kenji had a fun day, make sure he tells you all about it"

He chuckled softly, his arms squeezing the small boy in his hold. "oh yeah?"

Kenji nodded, "I told her about Chibi"

"oh yeah, chibi, our fat cat" Yoongi teased

"shes tiny!!"

"not anymore"

You couldnt help but giggle at the adorable interaction, "well make sure you say hi to her for me, yeah?"

Kenji nodded, standing to his feet as he took his dads hands. "well i'll be seeing you around then" yoongi grinned, watching you say your goodbyes to Kenji

"yep, i'll be here tomorrow" you giggled, waving the two off before helping attend to a few other students.

Min Yoongi couldnt help but notice how gentle you were with his son, it made his heart happy that he could be at a safe place during the day instead of having to witness the downfall of him and his mothers marriage.

He also took in your appearance, noting how beautiful you were, but the thoughts quickly disappeared as his son begging to leave for ice cream.

You texted Taehyung as you left work, your feet dragging you down the street as you avoided bumping into others

Me: taetae im free...want me to pick you up coffee? (3:06pm)

Tae<3: yes, thanjs my love (3:07pm)

You giggled at his typo as you looked up, turning your direction in the way of the store before you felt a hand on your back, gently asking for your attention

"um..hello?" you took your headphones off as you turned, your eyes widening as you took in the appearance of the man you haven't seen in quite some time.

"Y/n..." he looked upset, rough, and like he had not been taking care of himself, not that he ever really did anyways.

"kaito?" you scoffed, looking around as if this was some joke

"please, im sorry, I dont mean to interrupt you and I know i'm the last person you want to see right now but I just ...I need to talk with you" he exhaled, hands defenseless as they fell openly to his sides, his venerability at show.

Your eyes glared over him before you took a breath, deciding that the risk factor here was low.

"what?"

He swallowed, looking down at you sadly. "are you pregnant?"

Your breath caught in your throat.

Yup. he knows.

Trying to figure out what to respond was hard, the pause and lack of defense was probably enough to answer his question. "I...."

"I saw...taehyung..." he said his name as if it was venom, hard to pronounce, "a-and I know you guys are kinda...whatever. I just want to know....are you? is it...is it mine?"

Throughout everything that has been clouding your mind, you haven't had a moment to sit down and realize the possibility that the child could realistically be either Taehyung or Kaito's.

You rarely were intimate with your ex, but the slight chance was still there, and the fact you never realized it until now only adds another problem onto your already spilling over plate.

He took in your panicked state, speaking up "if it is, im....not mad, I just want to know. I know you hate me and you deserve to, but-"

"yeah"

"yeah what?"

"I am...pregnant" you whisper, "please dont tell anyone?"

his eyes fell low, his expression turning soft. You aren't used to seeing Kaito like this, his kind side..

"Its Taehyung's" you gulp out, because hell, even if it is Kaitos, in no way would you want him back in your life. Not after what he said, what he did. He could swear up and down that he's changed but it wont matter to your opinion or baby, at the end of the day, taehyung would be the father....biological or not.

With a sigh, he covered his face "im not gonna tell anyone....I just...I miss you, and I wish that I was the one with you during this and-"

"you dont deserve to be the one, Kaito." you spit, growing uncomfortable. "annie, chae and dahyun all abandon me over your words, over your actions...I was the one who was painted out to be the bad guy...and not once did you come to my defense!"

He nodded sadly "I know...I know"

"you fucking blame taehyung but hes been the only one there for me through it all, hes the only one I have!" you choke out, turning around in frustration "fuck...the nerve you have to do this to me right now"

"are you sure its Taehyung's?" he whispered, not in a rude way, more so in a last attempt to get you to talk with him

"stop with that!"

"If its mine I want to be there, I want to help out, even if you hate me, y/n" his face read regret and desperation

"as if I would ever let you close to me or my family again...the audacity you have is beyond anything ive ever seen....its never gonna happen, you treated me like shit over and over again, nothing will change, Kaito, and ive moved on. You need to as well...." you spoke before brushing past him

Kaito looked up at the sky with dreadful eyes, not able to watch you walk away from him again. He regretted his actions everyday, and just wanted 5 minutes to explain exactly what has been going on during the past few weeks. He wanted to explain that it was all Annie, that she was the one who spread rumors, she was the one who turned your friends against you, he wanted so badly to sit and apologize for anything hes ever done, and tell you that hes trying to change for real this time....but now the only thing he can do is store his thoughts away, as you leave again.

"I think we just need to say fuck it and go to Paris"

Taehyung looked away from his hands as he hung up new curtains you bought, the ladder he stood on shaking as he turned to you. "hm?"

"I think we should just go, I really need to get out of Busan"

He smiled gently, eyes returning to his task "I thought we agreed to go in a few weeks, that way you can visit your mom after words during vacation time"

"we should go now, I dont really care anymore"

He frowned a bit at your tone, "whats the urgency, baby? everything okay?" he stepped down the ladder.

You swallowed, "everything is fine, I just need a vacation, and I think its good to just...go"

He nodded slowly, trying not to pry into your sudden desire to leave, "okay...um, we can do that. I'll call them..." he smiled, "what about your mom? thought you wanted to tell-"

"it can wait"

"are you sure youre okay Y/N?"

you sigh, laying into his chest as you hug him, "I just want to be away and alone with you, stressed." you mumble, deciding against getting into the whole kaito thing, knowing he would blow it out of proportion.

Taehyung rubbed your back "ahh...okay....well how do you feel if I move the trip to Monday?"

"i'll let work know"

"here"

Taehyung handed you a cold cloth that he had dampened in the airplane bathroom, allowing you to put it on your neck.

Given that there has been time between your last airplane experience to now, you were more prepared on what to do when you felt sick.

"thank you" you mumbled, closing your eyes "how much longer?"

"6 hours baby" Taehyung spoke sadly, looking back at you, your face was pale and clammy.

"mm...damnit"

"I know but just sleep, i'll be here, okay? breath through it" his gentle smile brought you to feel even a little safer.

The flight was long, and bothersome. When you werent on the verge of puking, you tried to sleep, but the seat was too uncomfortable so you tried to lean up against Taehyung, who was moving too much, so you decided to just lay back and count the minutes until this hell ride was over.

The only safe thought was that soon you and taehyung would be alone, entirely, in Paris. The most romantic place...pretty much ever.

You did your best to ignore the whiney nagging voice in the back of your head reminding you about what Kaito said, and how the baby could possibly be his. You wanted to discuss with your boyfriend, which would have been the right thing to do of course, but the way Taehyungs eyes light up when you talk or even slightly mention the pregnancy in anyway, makes you feel like a knife was throw directly into your heart. You cant break him, its okay to lie in some instances, right?

Besides, you were 99.9% positive it was taehyung's anyway, considering there was only a few times you and Kaito ever did it, and only once without secure protection. Chances here are, youre worrying about nothing.

This trip will be nothing but relaxing, a week away from all the shit in both of your lives.

The last time you and Taehyung went to Paris was a few summers ago, it was before the whole friends with benefits and emotionally constipated feelings arose, so this time around will be like an incredibly new experience.

Once the plane ride did finally come to a stop, Taehyung helped gather your luggage as you made your way to the center of the airport arrival gate.

"The taxi guy told me he would pick us up around 6:25pm, we have a few minutes, lets grab something to eat....you didnt eat on the plane"

You smiled, pulling your bag behind you, "because the food was gross, and I felt awful"

"are you feeling better now?"

"a little...I just need to sit and drink water"

He made sure to allow you time to relax as you felt your nausea slip away

Once you both got in the taxi, you eagerly looked out the window to admire the beautiful city that is Paris, the way everyone dressed, the beautiful agriculture, Busan had its perks...but Paris was such a different experience.

"im glad we're here" taehyung whispered, kissing your shoulder as he reached for your hand

"me too" you grinned softly, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips "thank you for taking me"

"I wouldn't know who else to take, your my only one." he whispered, squeezing your hand

It was late in the evening, but the sun was just starting to set once you both arrived to your hotel

"oh this is beautiful" you spoke as you stood out of the car, admiring how fancy everything seemed.

"wait until you walk in"

your boyfriend assisted you with getting the bags out, putting them on a small wheeler as you began to lead inside the building.

A cool breeze hit you once you entered the lobby, an overwhelming aroma of cleanliness and bakery foods filled you, making you turn to taehyung "wow..."

"yeah...." he smiled, eyes looking everywhere, "lets check in, I wanna see our room"

The room that was arranged origanally just for Taehyung, included a king sized bed, a large flat screen tv, a mini fridge, and.....a terrace with chairs.

"this is so fucking cool!!" you giggled, running around the spacious area before collapsing on the bed

"this is so exciting, look!!" he ran to the terrace, admiring the view of the now dark city, lights shining everywhere.

You had gotten up to follow, a smile creeping onto your face as you hugged him from behind. "I love you"

He turned his body to face you, arms grabbing your waist before pressing a delicate kiss to your lips "I love you" his forehead was pressed to yours as he gently swayed, the music from the cafe below was loud enough to hear from outside, adding to such a perfect moment.

"this is gonna be a fun trip"

"I agree....lets just not worry about anything, just you and me" you whisper, hands cupping his face

"just you and me, thats easy" Taehyung chuckled, spinning you around before teasingly dipping you over, kissing you again

"how romantic" you giggled, holding onto him

"mhm I try" he led you back into the room "we can unpack in the morning while we have breakfast, I plan to go museum searching tomorrow anyways"

"that sounds fun...let me at least unpack an outfit so I know what to wear" you ran to your suitcase, eyeing some dresses and taking them out as taehyung laid on the giant bed, eyes looking at the french tv guide.

You held a fluffy white dress up to you in the mirror, tilting your head as you decided if it was a good choice or not. Taehyung looked over and smiled, "thats cute, baby"

"is it?" you look over, "I tried it on before we left....its okay, its kinda tight around my stomach and you can kinda see the bump at this point."

Taehyung stood to stand behind you, arms hugging you as you shared a gaze in the mirror. "my beautiful girl" his lips reached your neck "why wouldnt you want to show it off? youre sexy" he teased, gently squeezing your butt as you sighed

"ahh! stop" you jokingly scolded, folding the dress "I guess i'll wear it...its supposed to be really hot tomorrow" you tossed the clothing down on top of your suite case as you turned to look at your boyfriend "what are you doing?"

He scrolled through his phone, tapping something before a gentle jazzed tune emitted throughout the room, you raised an eyebrow as he set the device down.

"dance with me"

"no" you giggled, turning as his arm gently grabbed yours

"please, baby, just for a little" he smiled, voice low and quiet as you fell against his chest. "you look so beautiful...wanna enjoy every moment I have with you"

You blush, closing your eyes as he sways a bit to the music "i look dirty...I am dirty, we just had a 12 hour flight"

"you're always beautiful, and we can take a shower after this"

"so you admit it, I stink" you giggle

He sighed, pulling away to look you in the eye "no, im just saying we can clean up after, stop questioning everything and just let me love you right now and always" he smirked

"mmkay...." you smiled, hiding your face before swaying again

The room was dim, and you had to admit, you were more at peace in this moment than you had been in the past month.

"love you...so much" his hands grazed your back as he spoke against the top of your head.

"Love you more" you whispered, tightening your grip on him.

For a split second you felt guilt, guilt because you forgot that you were pregnant, and it wasnt just the two of you...and you will never have time like this alone again...and somewhere deep down you feel sad about that.

As if he knows your mind is wandering, he leads you to the bed and sits down, pulling you to his lap. "do you wanna sleep before we order dinner?" he asked, hands combing through your hair

"yeah.."

he pulled you down to lay on his chest, between his legs. The rather loud sound of his heartbeat allowed you to melt into his touch.

You couldn't help but imagine as you closed your eyes, that is was just you and taehyung....and you had done things the right way....just you, and your boyfriend together on a trip.

The thought was rude, and selfish, but it didnt stop you from thinking it.

Life would change, and you knew you needed to start taking advantage of these moments now, before youre mom and hes dad.

right now?

you're Y/N and Taehyung.

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3, 7, and 40 for weekend and belos'

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

ooooh theres so many i would never touch. the first one that comes to mind is accidental pregnancy which like. i dont even write romance much. also hate student/teacher. uhh nonromance id go with. uh. i cannot think of anything rn lmao

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

ooooh id have to go with a snippet from a shera fic i did a while back. torn between two but ill go with the shorter one just because. not sure what counts as a snippet oops.

"Adora rolls her eyes, but stands up to join them. As she runs over, she knows that she’ll trip over her dress several times, and their clothes will all be covered in grass stains that will take forever to wash out. But Adora is here, in a future where there is no war to fight, where they can laugh freely and love and she doesn't feel selfish anymore for wanting a happy ending."

bad at explaining myself but like. its the potential of a happy ending, of not everything being perfect but it good, and thats worth living for. its a whole metaphor about feminity and wartime and accepting yourself. that its okay to be safe now, its okay to be soft and vulnerable and to start healing. apologies for being incoherent

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

ohohohohhohho you know whats funny. i actually did have an alternate ending planned where hunter just. slept through the rebelllion and just woke up after it was over and was like "what the fuck." anyways i sat down and wrote this in a night (ive been saving the ask until it was finished so thats why im answering it late sorry!) so enjoy 2k words of that under the cut. apologies for typos i tried my best to read this over lmao. you can also read this on ao3 now yipee

Hunter stared at his clock, and scowled. Shit. He had 20 minutes until the coven head meeting!

He stood up, quickly scrambling for his notes. He wanted to try and get there early, so he could figure out somewhat of a plan.

Flapjack lifted their head up, disrupted from their slumber. What is boy doing?

His foot slipped on a piece of paper, and he barely managed to catch himself on the edge of his desk. “I have a meeting! I need to go talk to the other coven heads, and-”

Have time! Should rest!

He scowled. “Flapjack, I don’t have time to rest! I need to prepare my notes! I still haven’t figure out what I’m going to say to Terra, or Adrian, or how to deal with the recent riots-”

Nap time! Boy too tired to think!

“You always say it’s nap time.”

Because boy is always tired!

He sighed, flopping back on his bed and letting the stack of papers in his arms scatter onto the floor. Flapjack did have a bit of a point. He had been staying up later and later, getting less sleep in favor of trying to take care of… well, everything.

He could get ready in ten minutes. It wouldn’t take long to teleport. Just closing his eyes for a few minutes surely wouldn’t hurt. And he wouldn’t actually fall asleep. He would just lay here!

“Just ten minutes. Then I have to go.”

Flapjack chirped. Nap! Nap!

“Not a nap, Flap,” He mumbled. “M just resting my eyes.”

He didn’t even realize he was falling asleep.

___

He woke up to the smell of smoke.

He shot up out of bed, head swiveling as he took stock of the room. Everything seemed to be in order, except-

“FLAPJACK!”

The bird had at some point moved inside his shirt. They peeked their head out, looking adorable as always, but Hunter wasn’t fooled.

He glared at them. “I said ten minutes.”

Boy needed nap!

He pointed at the window. “IT’S DARK OUTSIDE NOW! IT’S NIGHTTIME!”

Not that late. Sun just set. More like evening!

He dragged a hand down his face and groaned. “Flapjack. I missed the coven head meeting. The one thing I cannot, under any circumstances, miss.”

Flapjack did not look even remotely apologetic.

Hunter sighed, standing up and brushing back his hair. The smell of smoke was still lingering in the air, and he poked his head out the window, following the smell.

Ah. That might be a problem.

The area of the castle where Terra and Adrian had been fighting the other day looked even worse than before, mainly because it was on fire. Several scouts were running around in a panic, and if he listened closely, he could hear the faint sound of screaming.

Flapjack had moved to sit on his desk, and he slowly turned to glare at them. “Flapjack.”

They chirped.

“This is why we don’t skip coven head meetings! Look at what happened while I was asleep. The castle is on fire!” He sighed.

Could be worse!

He flung his arms out, staring the bird down in frustration. “How could this be worse?!”

The Titan must have thought that was funny, because at that moment his door was slammed open with a war cry.

“GOLDEN GUARD!”

Something (someone?) charged through his door, and he screeched, barely avoiding their tackle. Whoever it was slammed into his wall, sending feathers flying everywhere. Why there were feathers, he didn’t know. Maybe they were because of the large wings that were almost smacking him in the face.

Flapjack screeched, dive bombing the intruder, and Hunter quickly scrambled back, grabbing a heavy textbook detailing the criminal justice system and hurling it at their face. They shouted in pain, falling back onto the floor, and Hunter decided that was his cue to go.

He skidded out into the hallway, his slippers barely staying on his feet, while Flapjack circled nervously around his head. Behind him, he could hear the sound of the mystery attacker getting up, and he risked a glimpse behind him as Flapjack transformed into a staff.

“Golden Guard, kid, wait a second-”

Their voice sounded somewhat familiar, but he was too busy grabbing his staff. The last thing he saw before teleporting away into a haze of golden light was what looked to be some kind of harpy woman, heading straight for him.

He bounced across the castle, not having much of a destination in mind besides something that was away from the harpy lady. He materialized in a small room with dim lighting, and as he leaned against the brick walls he realized he was in the break room.

There were technically several break rooms scattered around the castle, but those were all empty storage closets scouts had converted into a break room in their free time with their own money. (Hunter may or may not have contributed to them with money from the castle treasury). This, however, was the official break room, the one all the coven heads used, and the one that the Emperor made somewhat of an attempt to maintain.

He hadn’t been here in a couple weeks, with the whole “accidentally killed my Uncle and now running the government from my bedroom” issue. Not much had changed since the last time he was here. The table was still stained, one of the chairs still had a wobbly leg, the sink was still dripping water because no one knew how to fix the leak, there were still a few spare coven cloaks lying in a pile on the floor, and the fridge still had several post-its about labeling your food properly and not letting it sit in the fridge for months and stink up the room.

The bulletin board, however, had a few changes. The ‘days since Kikimora tried to assassinate someone’ board had been reduced back to zero (last time he saw it it was at 11, which was a new record), and there were several notes stating that due to being understaffed, everyone would be getting extra shifts. Which was weird, because Hunter thought he was in charge of scheduling guard shifts, but he had handed off so many of his duties to Kikimora and random coven captains that he wasn’t sure anymore. Also, why had no one told him they were understaffed?

Someone had also brought in cookies, and there were still a few left. Yay! He grabbed one from the box, biting into it.

“Want a piece? Its chocolate cricket flavor.” He broke off a small chunk, offering it to the palisman, who began gleefully pecking it. He finished eating the rest of the cookie, wandering over to the sink.

He smacked the faucet, hoping that maybe this time it would stop the leaking, but it did nothing. Like it did every time. He sighed, and turned towards the clawfee machine, turning it on. Next to the sink was a small collection of drying dishes, one of which included a mug that said ‘world’s best nephew’ in hot pink script.

“Hey Flapjack, I found my favorite mug!” He picked it up, thankfully finding it clean. He had been searching for that mug for weeks! Although, it seemed a bit inaccurate, with the whole ‘killed my uncle’ and ‘being a grimwalker of his brother’ thing. Nope, that was a problem for another time.

He shrugged, watching as the clawfee pot came to a boil. Flapjack was hopping around the table, pecking the various crumbs that had been left behind. Hunter should probably be stopping them, but he figured if Flapjack had survived this long with such little self preservation, they would probably be fine.

Probably.

He poured the clawfee into his mug, and moved to sit down in a chair. The good chair, not the one with the wobbly leg that made you rock back and forth every time you moved the slightest inch.

He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and stared vacantly at the wall. “So,” he said calmly. “I think there might be a rebellion going on right now.”

Flapjack chirped anxiously. Hunter stared at the bird. “You know, this is why we don’t skip coven head meetings.”

He sipped on his clawfee, savoring the bitter taste. Oh, sweet caffeine, how he missed it. Having energy was fantastic.

“I should probably go out there and deal with that.”

Or don’t! Don’t risk yourself!

“Flapjack, I don’t think that's an option.”

Run away to woods! Can hunt for worms!

“I can’t eat worms! You can hunt all you want, I’ll forage for berries.”

Good plan!

Hunter groaned. “Terrible plan.” It wasn't like he had any ideas. He had been slowly preparing a runaway bag, but he had hoped he would have a few more weeks before he had to use it. This was his punishment for procrastinating.

He stood up, taking a long swig of the coffee. “Okay, my stuff is in my room. Let’s see if we can try to sneak back there, and if anyone is still alive.” He looked down at himself, grimacing at his lack of armor. He was still in his PJS!

Hesitantly, he lifted one of the coven scout cloaks from the pile on the floor, checking it over. There didn’t appear to be any visible stains, so he shrugged, putting it on.

Flapjack chirped, and fluttered on top of his head. Hunter sighed, but said nothing, pulling up his hood to cover the bird. He opened the door and hesitantly peeked his head out. There didn’t seem to be anyone, so he stepped out into the hallway, letting the door shut behind him.

Picking a random direction, he began walking, the only sound being his bunny slippers slapping against the tile. He nervously clutched his cloak, suddenly beginning to regret every decision he had ever made that had led him to this situation.

He rounded a corner to see a hallway that looked very much destroyed. A section of the ceiling had collapsed, and plants and abomination goo was everywhere. Several coven scouts were lying unconscious on the floor.

Hunter bit his lip, and with a start realized he was still holding his mug. There was still a little bit of clawfee in it, so he could throw it at someone and run if he needed to. The perfect weapon. What a plan.

He froze at the sound of footsteps, frantically looking for a place to hide. He slid behind a pile of rubble, hoping that he would just be mistaken for an unconscious scout.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and then stopped. “I could have sworn I heard something over here,” a familiar voice muttered. Oh shit.

Hunter involuntarily flinched, shifting the rubble he was hiding behind with his movement.

“Over there!” Oh, he recognized that voice too, although it was only marginally better than the first one. Maybe if he stayed very very still, they wouldn’t notice him?

He yelped as abomination goo wrapped around his legs, dragging him out into the open and pinning his arms to his side. He scowled at the awkward angle his arm was held at, the clawfee slowly dripping out of his mug and onto the floor.

Darius crossed his arms, lifting an eyebrow at Hunter. “Ah, Little prince. You’re looking… unwell.”

Hunter, very maturely, stuck out his tongue, something that only caused Darius’s scowl to deepen.

Behind Darius, Luz cheerfully waved at him. “Hi Hunter! You kind of caught us at a bad time.” She turned down the hallway, cupping a hand to her mouth. “HEY GUYS, WE FOUND HUNTER! OVER HERE!”

Darius winced at her yelling, rubbing his ears. Hunter wished he could do the same, because wow Luz could shout loud.

The two of them turned back to face him and he grimaced. “Uh, hi?” He said awkwardly. Maybe they would be nice and just kill him right away. Luz could probably convince them not to hurt Flapjack.

Luz shoved her hands in her pockets, grinning casually. “Hunter, my man! I’ve been looking for you! Sorry about the whole, uh, overthrowing the government thing.”

‘It’s fine,” He said, even though it was very much not fine. “It was already falling apart anyways.”

Darius stepped towards him, frowning. “About that, actually. We have quite a few questions to ask you, Golden Guard.”

Luz’s grin became just a bit more shaky. “Not bad questions! Just, uh, questions. It’ll be great!” She did not sound convinced of her own words. “It’s fine.”

Hunter sighed. He should have just stayed in bed. This was all Flapjack’s fault. He was never trusting that adorable little bird again, no matter how cute they were.

#fanfic #ask game #toh #weekend at belos's #lilac post #writing #can't believe none of you bothered to mention the numerous typos I had to go back and edit :(

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mihai-florescu · 10 months

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covalt im hitotng you with a question oury of left field hav you ever thpught about how similar alkaloid and o☆z vispri is .. they even hav the litle french boy /joke

ive been assailed by vispri for the past few days and havent been able to stop thinking aboyt them ever also sorry for typos its very late for me

NAURR theres the character looking for his brother too (although i really dont like thinking about the way vispris dealt with that. World's first anime that made twincest with an age gap, that's impressive in its own ig). Was eve a priest? If i remember correctly?

#i watched it when it was airing and i havent rewatched it since but i see what youre saying...#ask #asbestieos

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isabella-111 · 2 years

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hi! i’d like to request a ship for the marauders era if thats okay:) u can ignore this if u want <3

im 5”5, brown with my front strands dyed blue (was meant to be blue but it didnt lift so its grey purple and blue💀💀) i have a wolf cut, a septum piercing. im in gryffindor, i love astronomy and astrology, my favourite subjects are history, irish (language, forced to learn it since im irish but its fun) art and math, im not the best at school but i do try. i collect crystals and sea shells, i have posters around my room along with photos of me and my friends. im shy but once you get to know me i never stop talking, i can get into a bad mood quickly and i tend to bottle up my emotions. i don’t really have a style i wear since there isnt a lot of shops/stores with clothes that i’d like to wear, but i love LOVE fairy grunge. my favourite movies/shows are scream 1996, wreck it ralph, stranger things, fresh prince of bel-air, alice in wonderland 1951 and cobra kai. my favourite artists are playboi carti, marina, tv girl, the neighbourhood, dominic fike, melanie martinez, tyler the creator, billie eilish (don’t support her actions), brockhampton and mac miller. my personality type is infp, i ADORE cats with my whole heart, i just loves animals so much.

sorry if theres any typos! have a good day and make sure you drink water:)

my cat isnt he very handsome

A/n: your so sweet thank you i will drink water I appreciate that also your cat is very handsome also IM SO SO SORRY FOR RESPONDING LATE , I’ve been super overwhelmed and just got motivation to write but heyy hope you like it also please send , more pics of that handsome little fluff ball he’s adorable

I ship you with remus lupin

- you and Remus would star gaze almost every night , long talks are a must . You and Remus would lay under the light of the moon for hours talking about your favorite constellations

“Personally love I find Ada the prettiest but I do understand why the you thing Vega is it really is beautiful....nothing compared to you tho” Remus says while barring a silly smirk

“ your so dumb” you say laughing and playfully hitting Remus’s arm

“ really I thought I was quite smooth” Remus says laughing and pulling you into his arms

- Remus would absolutely love to help you dye your hair but it would probably result in you telling him to put the box down as he aggressively reads the instructions

“Remus honey I’ve done this a 100 times I know what to do”

“ yes but I don’t think your suppose to leave it on for that long....and maybe you should put on gloves” Remus says concernedly as he reads every letter on the instructions

-long movie marathons with Remus >>>>

-Remus found a cat during summer break and brought it back to you.... he names it Ada after his favorite constellation

- Remus is 100% the kind of guy that carries around a camera all the time so he definitely takes hundreds and I mean hundreds of pictures hung up in his room of you especially

- has a Polaroid of you on his night stand and he swears it’s the most beautiful picture ever like this man adores this particular photo it’s just a picture of you sitting and reading but he adores it

- Remus goes on walks often cause he finds them stress reliving and on every single one of these walks he’ll bring back a pretty rock he found or some flowers , even I’m a few cases animals........hence Ada

- Remus would 100% get distracted while studying with you and he’d just sit there staring

“ what are you doing” you say as you riffle through the pages of assignments

“ admiring” Remus says his goofy smile goofy and lovesick as ever

#mauraders #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #harry potter #hp headcanon #remus fluff #remus lupin headcanon #james & peter & remus & sirius #send requests

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mrsjadecurtiss · 3 years

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I know this is a big request but the only actors in that Targaryen fancast grid ask I recognize are tom hiddleston and lane 'mad man' pryce, and I don't recognize any of the targs, would you be willing to say who's who?

Sure no problem! :)

Its a collection of jon connington fancasts ive seen floating around as a joke cause lee loves joncon... shamefully forgot michael shannon sadly

#asks #anonymous #sorry if theres typos its insanely late in my timezone sjdjxjs

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whodunnitaceattorney · 7 years

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Finale Part Three

The Sacred Cavern was open.

And it was empty. There were no persons or objects to be found.

It took several moments for reality to set in.

“This… This is wrong…” Phoenix mumbled to himself. “She… She was here… She had to be here…” His eyes were wide open as they desperately scanned the open space in front of him. His hands were repeatedly clenching and un-clenching.

The sinister sounds from behind him hadn’t ceased. Slowly, he turned his head to see what - or who - it was.

Ema Skye was watching in confusion and dismay as tears streamed Viola’s face. She was doubled over in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. For Ema, the last piece had fallen into place.

“You… You’re the killer. It’s been you this whole time!”

VIOLA CADAVERINI composed herself and got up to face the other woman, wiping one last joyful tear out of the corner of her eye. Her unbroken grin was severely unsettling.

“It looks like I’ve been found out,” she observed. “But are you really that surprised?”

“Why did you do it?” Ema asked, her eyes landing on Phoenix, who was still too shocked and disturbed to speak. How did he fit in to this nightmare? It still wasn’t clear.

“Maybe this will help.”

In a sudden burst of activity, the woman before them turned around and brought her fingers up to the back of her head. For the first and only time she removed her bandage and began fiddling with strands of her hair. Several seconds of braiding later, she turned again to reveal herself.

Ema was confused, but Phoenix wasn’t, despite being presented with what should have been an unbelievable sight.

DAHLIA HAWTHORNE, he thought, the despair pushing him even closer to the ground. I should’ve known.

Dahlia laughed once more, savoring every ounce of the bravado. She was almost unrecognizable as “Viola,” but once she returned her hair to its typical style and allowed herself to show real emotion, she had given herself away.

“It’s been quite some time, Feenie. And I was quite ready to see you again - especially like this!”

Ema couldn’t stand by without trying to get a grasp on the scene before her.

“Who are you?” She demanded. “And how do you know Mr. Wright?”

“You could call me an old friend,” Dahlia jeered. “Although I’m no longer part of his life. Or anyone’s, for that matter.” She snickered at her reference.

“Who the hell is channeling you?” Phoenix asked. “And what did you do to Iris?”

“Well, in case you didn’t know,” Dahlia explained pompously, “there’s a whole country of people who can do this. The dark-haired beauty whose body I’m borrowing just happened to be acquainted with a friend of mine… And as far as my sister goes, she was never here, obviously! I just talked like her for that recording you heard on the phone. Jesus, didn’t she impersonate me for like, months? We sound exactly alike!”

Phoenix was starting to be sick. He had one reason to keep pushing forward all this time, and it turns out he had been played.

“At least tell me that she’s alive,” Phoenix begged, all the weight of these realizations showing on his ragged face.

Dahlia giggled, allowing a rosy pair of dimples to appear on her face. “Tee-hee! I wouldn’t make any promises I can’t keep to you, Feenie!”

Then, as suddenly as it had manifested, the cutesy facade disappeared. “But seriously, Phoenix. How can a woman count on you for anything? Nine people I killed, and you hardly lifted a finger. And for nothing in return, it turns out.”

That was the last blow to Phoenix’s psyche that he could take. His sobs were heaving and ugly. Every cry he emanated came from regret for every friend he had lost to Dahlia’s killing game. It was the most broken Ema had ever seen him, despite all the hardships she knew he had endured.

Dahlia seemed to get the reaction she was looking for - the one she had been aiming to receive from the start. Flashing another toothy grin, she turned her attention to Ema.

“God, he really is a mess, isn’t he! Anyways, I know you’re running out of time, so I’ll let you go. I’ve done everything I need to do. You’re the winner of our game, after all! We can’t have you dying in an avalanche!”

“Wait!” Ema exclaimed as Dahlia turned to leave. “You keep making references to someone else. You weren’t the one who masterminded all this, were you? You were just someone’s tool.”

“Sharp as always!” Dahlia replied. “Yes, another person did come up with the idea for this. I guess you could say he was my boss. And who could be better to hire other than me? I’m dead. The only thing left for Dahlia Hawthorne was to get my revenge on Phoenix Wright and that disgusting witch who made him, and it’s probably the last thing Dahlia Hawthorne will do. Oh, I can’t wait for the news of my crimes to hit the papers!” She clapped with ominous glee.

“Who says it will?” Ema shot back angrily. “Maybe we won’t let them give you the credit you want.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that,” Dahlia said, starting towards the door. “They’re gonna find this woman’s body buried under the rubble from the avalanche, dead like all the others. If you don’t want you and Feenie to get accused of murder nine times over, you’re gonna have to tell the truth about me being channeled. Don’t worry, they’ve seen it before.” Dahlia had one last laugh as she crossed the threshold outside. “Oh, and by the way. The mastermind - he’s waiting to see you. You should probably pay him a visit when you get back. It was nice to get to know you, Ema Skye! Take care! Your ride home is right behind this building.”

Ema watch DAHLIA HAWTHORNE disappear from her sight. She didn’t bother chasing after her - she wasn’t concerned about her making a run for it. She was already dead, after all. What did it matter now?

She turned her attention to the blubbering heap of a man next to her. She needed to get him out, and fast. She tugged on his arm.

“C’mon, Mr. Wright. We need to go, now.”

“Leave me here, Ema,” he said hopelessly. “She won. I need to die here. I’ll never get past this…”

Ema wasn’t having it. She didn’t have time to convince him not to give up, so instead, she took him by force.

Grabbing hold of his ankle, she dragged him out of the Inner Temple and out into the snow. He didn’t have either the energy or the desire to fight back.

Moving as quickly as she physically could, she proceeded to the other side of the Temple. As promised, there was something waiting for her.

At first glance, it was just a sturdy dinghy. But the hooks on the front and back of its walls indicated exactly what she needed to do.

Piling Phoenix into the boat among the paddles, thick winter coats, and survival rations that Dahlia had provided, Ema got to work. After retrieving the purple and green hang gliders that had been discarded in the snow, she hooked them onto the dinghy. She then pushed it towards the cliff overhanging Eagle River and took one last deep breath.

This was it. She’d won. And although she hadn’t really beaten the killer, they weren’t about to be set free to the world. And best of all, she had saved one person - the person closest to her of all.

Only now she had to navigate a tiny raft through miles of strong current after jumping off a giant cliff. Great.

But to be fair, it seemed about on par with everything she had experienced throughout her time in the mountains.

Ema hit the water with a giant splash. She worried the dinghy was going to flip, but thankfully she was able to steady it. Phoenix, although he remained dead silent, was now helping her keep control. She didn’t know if he would ever recover from what Dahlia had done to him, but she still couldn’t mistake the gratitude in his eyes.

They were only about a minute out when they heard a deafening roar behind them.

“That’s the bomb. Oh, God, I hope we’re far enough away!” Ema yelled.

The avalanche was huge - much larger than the one they had experienced on the first day. Giant boulders and sheets of snow and ice were pouring into the river behind them, creating wave after stomach-turning wave.

Ema thought of Will and the spirit medium as she desperately paddled and shifted her weight. Would they ever be found? Would any trace of what had happened be left behind?

No. It would take some time. But Ema would make sure everyone was found, including the bodies stuck in Hazakura Temple - even if it meant quitting her job.

The ripples of the avalanche soon subsided, never having totally caught up to them. Unfortunately, there was still a long journey ahead of them. It would be several hours - maybe even half a day - before they reached the nearest city.

Despite the exhaustion and the open emotional wounds, Ema’s mind was filled with questions. She tried to contain them, but the pressure inside her only mounted.

“Okay, I have to ask,” she prefaced. “What is your history with that woman? Why did she want revenge so bad?”

Phoenix shook his head slightly. He supposed there was little point to burying what happened.

“It’s not just me. It’s also my mentor. The last time Dahlia left this planet, she and her sister were all there to see it. It was humiliating for her. She probably jumped at the first chance she got to get back at me.” He paused, furrowing his brow. “My question is, who gave her the opportunity? Who hired that woman to channel her so she could carry it all out?”

Ema knew the answer to that. She thought back to the Riddle she had won. The answer was right there in that article.

“So… It’s Dahlia’s sister. That’s who you thought had been kidnapped,” she stated, changing the subject.

Phoenix’s face flushed in anguish. “Yeah. We knew each other before. We lost contact a while back. but…”

Ema felt sad for him. He had seen a lot of bad things and dealt with a lot of bad people. But he still wanted to do everything for the people close to him.

“Alright. I won’t keep grilling you. You should rest.”

He nodded, but continued helping her paddle. Eventually they did reach shore, but not after hours of freezing winds and icy waves. The furry coats were a very necessary protection from hypothermia.

The city lights sparkled in the early morning. It was the most comforting sight Ema had experienced for a long while.

The young detective grasped the hand of PHOENIX WRIGHT and helped him out of the dinghy.

“Let’s go,” she urged. “You may have forgotten, but you have people worried sick about you.

It was an entire day later that Ema was finally released from questioning. She wasn’t completely off the hook yet, but at least she was allowed to go home and get some actual rest.

The police barely believed her story of their escape, but the evidence of their river travel seemed to back her up. They were even more shocked to hear of the nine murders, especially that they were at the hands of a sadistic dead woman. Still, having not yet uncovered any of the bodies, there was nothing to charge her with.

Hopefully for Ema, if anything survived, it’d be that damn cell phone. Dahlia had surely left a gold mine of photographic evidence on that thing. It wasn’t likely that the e-mails would be enough to completely clear her.

First thing next morning, Ema left to see the mastermind. She knew exactly where she was headed - the only worry she had was finding a place to start.

She entered the Detention Center as soon as visiting hours opened and approached the clerk with one demand.

“Take me to Kristoph Gavin, please.”

Her wish was granted, and within three minutes she was led to a carefully decorated prison cell. This, too was a place she recognized from a Riddle’s photo.

“Welcome, Ms. Skye.”

Ema sat across from Gavin, unable to pinpoint how she felt.

How was she supposed to talk to this man?

She hardly knew him.. She had testified in front of him once or twice, and she had even been there for his final breakdown, but at this moment in time, his facade of collectedness and sophistication was truly convincing.

“You appear very happy right now,” Ema observed.

“And you don’t,” Gavin replied. “You should feel proud of yourself. You came out on top in a grueling test of many aspects of human performance.”

“I’m not going to be satisfied until I know everything,” Ema replied. “If I can’t see you and Hawthorne punished more than you’ve already been, then this is the most I can hope for.”

“I see,” Gavin said, nodding in understanding. “You have won my full compliance. Please, ask whatever you like.”

Ema thought for some time before speaking again. In the end, only one word sufficed.

“Why?”

Gavin nodded once more. “It’s a complex question. Obviously, Dahlia Hawthorne is a criminal of the most frightening capacity. Still, we do share one aspect of our story in common. Neither of us have a life. And that is why we did what we did.”

“You’re talking about your life sentence,” Ema remarked.

“That’s right,” Gavin affirmed. “I have nothing to lose, and I have very little to gain from doing anything anymore. I have been imprisoned for some time now, and I can attest to the only tangible thing I experience being desiring the worst for Phoenix Wright. Therefore, it was really only a natural progression for me to seek revenge. It was only once I read a little into his past cases that I hatched the idea to have enlist Hawthorne’s help.”

“How did you do that? And why did she disguise herself as Viola Cadaverini?” Ema asked.

“Well, I knew Wright and Cadaverini were acquainted. Her appearance wasn’t too far off from Hawthorne’s, if she covered as much of her face as she could. I doubted he would recognize either of them with a lot of precision, but I suppose it was still a risk. Even so, her affect made for the perfect cover. One fearsome woman disguising herself as another fearsome woman - it was the easiest role to play, and I assume Hawthorne must have played it well. As for channeling her in the first place, that was deceptively simple. Many fledgling spirit mediums are looking for experience. I sought one out from the Kingdom of Khura’in, where Hawthorne’s face would be unknown. Then, once she arrived to see me in person, I simply showed her a photo, claimed I was a widower who sought forgiveness from my deceased spouse, and that was that. Of course, it was quite a task for Hawthorne to remain in this realm for such a length of time, but she was up to the task. It wasn’t her first time being channeled. Besides, I knew progressing the game as quickly as possible would bode well for her chances in the end.”

“Speaking of which, there’s something that’s bothering me,” Ema responded, her frustration growing. “Why couldn’t you have had Dahlia just murder Phoenix himself, or someone close to him? Why the elaborate game, and with so many people he only somewhat knew?”

“I thought it would be difficult to convince Wright to bring along his daughter or his understudy if Iris Hawthorne was the intended bait,” Gavin explained. “Wright would prefer to keep that history from his most innermost circle, I am sure. I only had Hawthorne contact people who would not be able to confirm the truthfulness of Wright’s invitation in person, essentially. And I think you’ve seen firsthand why the Killing Game was such an effective outlet. Forcing him to watch as so many innocent people were slaughtered was the ultimate revenge. Even allowing him to live, which I assume you made sure of, played into the plan. He will have to live with his inability to save them for the rest of his natural life.”

Ema leaned back in her chair. She was starting to understand the motivations behind what had happened to her and the others. She knew it would’ve killed her not to know, but at the same time, hearing it said out loud was difficult to handle.

“Now, I have a question for you, Ms. Skye,” Gavin declared. “Was defeating all of your competitors and seeing them die - was it worth it? Was it worth it to survive?”

The question was troubling. Of course, Ema would have rather escaped with everyone, but… It just wouldn’t have worked. And using force to try and stop the killer only would’ve been too risky. She likely would’ve killed an innocent person out of misplaced suspicion and paranoia.

Gavin wasn’t going to get the pitiful answer he was looking for.

“Yes, it was worth it,” Ema affirmed. “It was worth it because I know I was the strongest person of all the guests. And I’m going to use my strength to make sure they are never forgotten, and that they aren’t reduced to the way they died. They don’t deserve for that to happen. They were too good for that. I just don’t know if any of them would be able to face what we went through like I plan to if they had lived instead.”

Gavin was silent for a moment before replying. “I see. Very well, then.”

Ema felt the gravity of her words. Once she said them out loud, she knew for a fact they were true.

“I believe this interview has run its course,” Gavin stated.

Though her mind wasn’t totally free of questions, Ema agreed. It was time to go - time to return to normal life.

“I would like to congratulate you once again on your accomplishment,” Gavin said. “To tell the truth, I had a feeling I would be seeing you of all people when it was all over.”

Ema didn’t smile at the compliment. Triumph wasn’t what she was feeling. It was something different - something Gavin would never understand.

“I am not sure our paths will ever cross again, so for now, I will say goodbye,” he said as she stood up to go. “I will be submitting a deposition detailing the crimes committed by Ms. Hawthorne and myself, so you and Mr. Wright should be cleared of suspicion. Oh, and I have one more thing to tell you. I’ve made sure something was left for you. Think of it as your final prize.”

Ema skeptically raised her eyebrow. “What is it?”

“You’ll see once you’ve arrived. It’s been hidden it in a very important location. Here is how to find it.” He handed Ema a slip of paper with an address neatly written on it. “Farewell, Ms. Skye.”

Ema indicated her comprehension, turned away from Gavin, and left without a word.

She soon found herself walking in one direction, not thinking about where she was going.

Her subconscious, however, was taking her exactly where Gavin had directed.

She arrived fifteen minutes later, holding up the paper with the address and comparing it to the building that stood before her.

District Court of Los Kyotos, Japanifornia

Courthouse Reading Room

Ema calmly entered and made her way to the shelf indicated by the note. On that shelf was a book. She reached out to pull it off the shelf.

Apparently, this book was the prize. As soon as she opened it and realized what was inside, her confusion subsided, and she understood what the enigmatic man had meant.

She closed the book and held it tightly in her hands, stunned into silence.

Somewhere far away, she could hear the sound of another book closing. It was a story over a decade old of greed, malice, and tragedy, and it was finally closing for good.

Congratulations to the winner of Whodunnit Ace Attorney, Ema Skye @luminol-lenses! You were one of the most quick-witted and determined contestants in any competition like this that I’ve ever witnessed, and you set the bar very high for anyone who wishes to play this game in the future. You are the most deserving winner I could have hoped for! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your commitment (and also for forcing me to make the riddles harder 😂).

Also, please offer your congratulations to your Killer, “Viola Cadaverini” @violacadavirini! You not only accepted your challenging role on day one, you thrived with it, receiving only six accusations throughout the entire competition. Despite having immunity from elimination, you presented quality cases every investigation and never shied away from a challenging riddle - this includes the Final RIddle, in which you were both the fastest and the most correct of all three players! I couldn’t have asked for any better.

And for everyone else who played in this game or just watched it unfold, thank you so much! I have had a wonderful time with Whodunnit and I’ll really miss my job as moderator. Please keep in touch with me, whether on this blog or one of my others! And if anyone’s planning a sequel to this game, well, you can count me in 😉

Until then, this is your mod, signing off for now!

#whodunnitaceattorney #finale #wow this was a lot #sorry if theres typos its late

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gottlem · 4 years

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you’re my jewel (crygi)

a/n : here it is! the fluffy crygi songfic based off of jewel by adam melchor, (specifically this version). i fell in love with this song and i hope all of you do to, but without further ado, here’s the fic!

summary: crystal and gigi are very much in love with each other, they just can’t seem to find it in themselves to admit it. (5.2k)

I’m no good at swimming

I’ve got no use for diving

Even in a scuba suit

I’d still feel like i’m dying

The beach is hot; the sun beats heavily down onto the sand, burning the soles of the feet that walk upon it. That’s why Crystal and Gig take shelter in the cool water. It’s the perfect temperature - cold enough to cool them down, but just warm enough to stop them from freezing. Their belongings had been long forgotten, hidden underneath the shade of an umbrella and waiting for them to come back out the water. But they’re having too much fun to return to them anytime soon.

Coming to the beach, they had planned to take a dip in the sea, bringing extra towels and wearing their bathing suits underneath their beachwear. They held each other's hands as they ran into the cold water, giggling as it splashed onto them and rose further up their bodies until they were treading water. Luckily for them, the water is calm, small waves only coming across once in a while, but every single time one does, they grab onto each other for safety. They didn’t really have much of a reason to. They just like the contact.

Crystal takes the time to admire Gigi. She isn’t wearing much makeup - not wanting it to be ruined by the water but also not wanting to wear none at all (despite the fact that Crystal insisted she was beautiful either way, Gigi agreed). Her teal blue bikini is bright against her pale skin, and her blonde hair sticks to her back. Crystal thinks it’s stunning - she’s stunning. Breath-taking, actually.

It’s not a secret to either of them that they are both gay, but they had been friends before coming out to each other, and had been friends when Gigi had her first girlfriend, and her first breakup. Crystal still hasn’t gotten to that part in her life yet, she knows exactly why. She feels like her pining for the girl was useless, but she tries not to let it get in the way of anything they have. Even if they never became more than friends, they both know they are soulmates. They are just meant to be together. Crystal just hopes it could be in the way she wants.

She doesn’t realise how deep in thought she is until Gigi swims up to her and asks her what is wrong. She’s holding onto one of her arms under the water, and her face is so, so close. But not close enough. She shakes her head, smiles, and moves her free arm to splash some water at Gigi. Soon enough, the question is completely forgotten about, Gigi too busy trying to get Crystal back to keep poking at it. They’re back to having fun.

When their legs eventually become too tired, and they realise they’d probably consumed much more saltwater than what is safe, they run back to their umbrella and dry themselves off. It’s too hot to stay wrapped up in towels, so they sunbathe in bikinis, the salt from the water drying their skin, causing it to burn in the heat.

When Crystal turns her head to admire her friend once more, she notices how her nose has turned red with sunburn, and her freckles are becoming more and more pronounced. She wants to reach out and touch them, kiss them. Instead, she smiles, turns her head back and closes her eyes, unbeknownst to Gigi turning round a second later, and doing the exact same to her.

I don’t need to look for buried treasure on an island,

I have you.

Cause you’re my jewel.

As the sun becomes only slightly cooler, and the girls retreat back underneath the shade of the umbrella, Crystal stands up and starts to walk around the edges of the beach. Gigi lazily watches from afar, admiring her child-like curiosity at the rock pools, and the little animals she finds. She finds it cute. She always finds Crystal cute.

It’s still boiling hot out, and if Gigi wasn’t in a bikini on the beach, she would have found the heat uncomfortable, but with sand in between her toes and a thick layer of sunscreen (that had been applied by Crystal far too late to save her from burns), she is happily content. Blissful and calm as she watches Crystal pet dogs passing by and constantly stepping into the sea to cool off.

Gigi joins her every now and again, but secretly she prefers to admire from a distance. That way, she doesn’t have to worry about being at a loss for words, having to bite her tongue to stop herself from flirting - not like that had ever worked before. They have always been close friends, so much so people have automatically assumed they were together. Even strangers could see it, how infatuated they are with each other. They’re never found too far from one another, often coming as a package deal. If you invite Gigi somewhere, Crystal would undoubtedly tag along, and vice versa. They like it that way.

It wasn’t often that they would flirt, at first at least. When they first came out to each other, it was as if they were scared of any physical contact, but years later they would find it difficult to keep off the other. They both individually convince themselves they are too far into the ‘friend-zone’ to ever get out. Cuddles at sleepovers quickly turn into hand holding, which turns into almost constant contact. The flirty banter started as a joke, but each girl means every word they say. The other is just oblivious.

Gigi’s gaze shifts back onto the curly-haired girl, who is jogging towards her, bright smile on her face. She lands on the sand with a soft ‘oof’ and places a small rock in front of Gigi. Or maybe it was a big pebble? She doesn't quite know. “You ran here to show me a rock?” Crystal just smiles even bigger. “Isn’t it pretty? It matches your eyes! Keep it! Use it as decor or something”

Gigi chuckles softly at the girl, and agrees to keep it safe in her room, a blush rising in both their cheeks. Gigi thinks Crystal is prettier than any rock anyone could find. They leave the beach shortly after, deciding they’d visit again sometime soon. Gigi places the rock pebble on a desk in her room, it reminds her of saltwater and bright smiles every time she looks at it.

So call the search off,

Didn’t think I’d find ya.

Look for every message in a bottle

in caught lightning.

Movie nights are a common occurrence for the pair. They lie in Crystal’s bed, eyes fixated on the screen and bodies tangled up under a million blankets. It’s dark outside and the moon watches them bundled up next to each other. He wonders how many more times he would watch this same scene before they actually get together. It wouldn’t be much longer by now, surely.

Fairy lights emit a soft yellow glow onto the girls, Crystal is in love with the way they light up Gigi’s features, making her seem ethereal. Her lips curl up at the sides, a permanent smile taking residence on her face as Crystal pretends to be interested in the movie unfolding in front of them. She drinks her hot chocolate and offers a sip to Gigi, who takes the comically large mug with a smile. Crystal watches as she takes a drink and closes her eyes. She likes to look at Gigi, she likes to study her features and find new details to fall in love with. It’s too easy to fall in love with her.

For hours, they stay mostly still, wrapped up in eachother and only moving to share the hot chocolate they had made before starting the film - they both like it to be made the same way, so they had started to make one huge mug of it and share. It was nice. Crystal feels like it might be the closest thing she could get to kissing her, and she would take anything at this point.

Despite her unavoidable feelings for Gigi, Crystal reminds herself every day how lucky she is to have her friend in her life. Their time together is the perfect example of ‘right person, right time’. While becoming more than friends sounds more than ideal to Crystal, she’s happy to bite her tongue and reside in the friendzone, especially if it means she has Gigi around to cuddle, and look at, and talk to. She cuddles in closer, closing her eyes and abandoning the movie all together. Gigi leans into it.

I never have to go to far

Without feeling the light

that comes from you.

Cause you’re my jewel.

Gigi loves the movie nights she shares with Crystal. To her they’re just an excuse to get close to the girl, wrapped in blankets with a mug of steaming hot chocolate between them. She stares at the screen, playing whatever movie they found on netflix, pretending it doesn't take everything she had not to look at Crystal. She knew that if she does, if she gave in, she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off of her.

It’s no secret that Gigi thinks Crystal is breathtaking. Her unconventional fashion sense makes her so much more endearing to Gigi. She is fascinated by the way she makes things look so beautiful, even if on a hanger they seem to look awful. But it isn't just her fashion that she’s attracted to. It’s the way her eyes light up when she’s with her. The curve of her jawline and her soft face. The way her hip juts out when she shifts the weight on her feet. Her smile. Her laugh.

Gigi feels like the luckiest girl in the world when she’s with Crystal. Sure, they aren't together, but she is content to just be with her, laugh with her, watch movies with her. She can trust her, which isn't something she would say about many. There are walls she has built up so high, and Crystal is the only one to have come through and broken them down.

Everyone knows that Crystal is the emotional one. She’s always the first to cry, the first to laugh, the first to storm out in anger. Gigi is good at hiding all that, often waiting until she’s in the confines, the safety, of her own room to let it out. She doesn’t need anyone to see her like that. Until, one day, Crystal had come over completely unannounced. Her room was dark - blinds drawn and lights off. Gigi sat, hugging her knees, in bed, earphones blasting out music and making her unaware that Crystal was even there. Somehow, Crystal had just known that something was wrong, to this day Gigi didn’t know what gave it away. Crystal wordlessly walked up to her friend and sat with her, putting a strong arm around her shoulders and pulling her in. Gigi had rested her head on the girl's shoulder and the pair sat there in silence until Gigi was okay again.

She smiles at the memory, despite it being quite a difficult one. Ever since then, Crystal has been the only one that Gigi lets see her cry, or in any sort of distress. It’s nice to have someone see that side of her - the side that isn't invincible. The side with insecurities and anxieties. Crystal never judges her, and always seems to be able to tell when she wants to talk about it and when she just wants a hug. It’s normally the latter.

At this thought, she feels Crystal tighten her grip around her waist and Gigi does the same. She watches her close her eyes and she smiles to herself as she watches the girl drift slowly into sleep. It doesn’t take her long to catch up.

Diamonds are forever,

But I’ve got something better.

Yes I do....

Gigi has never asked for anything for her birthday. She has always been more than happy to spend the day with a friend or two and just enjoy herself - to her, that's a present in itself. However, she doesn't complain when Crystal shows up at her door with a small box, a birthday card and a massive grin. She feels herself smile at her friend's presence. She holds out the box, no bigger than her palm, and tells Gigi to “Open it! Quick!” so she does.

It’s a ring. Small, and beautiful. She picks it up, slowly, delicately, to admire it. “Happy birthday babe!” Crystal beams, and Gigi wraps her in a bone-crushing hug. When they step back, Gigi takes another look at the ring, when she notices… a diamond.

“Crys, please tell me this is fake and you did not spend that much money on me oh my god” Crystal laughs, full.

“I love you but that is NOT real. I don’t have that kind of money to spend even if I wanted to. Though I wouldn’t mind if it was for you. It’s still pretty though, right? Do you like it?” It’s definitely not something Crystal would wear. She prefers jewelry that’s really in-your-face. But she knows what Gigi likes - a small ring would make her happy. One that was petite and pretty. Dainty, if you will.

“I love it” And Gigi does love it. She loves it so much that she never takes it off.

And all the precious metals

Are just roses without petals

Next to you…

Valentines day. Every single person's nightmare - unless you are Crystal or Gigi. For a few years now, they have vowed to be each other's valentine if they both happen to be single (and also that one year Gigi had a girlfriend, but kept Crystal as her ‘secret valentine’ anyway). Each year, it gives them both a little bit of hope. Hope that maybe they aren’t imagining the touches that last a little too long to be friendly, or the sometimes oddly serious tone of their ‘joke’ flirting.

Gigi shows up at Crystal’s door with a bouquet of flowers, and a promise to stay over for the night. It isn’t every year that one of them would buy a gift, so when they did, it’s always gratefully accepted. And Crystal loves the flowers. As soon as she lays eyes on them, Gigi watches her face light up as she takes them from her to place them on a coffee table and thanks her with a tight hug.

Crystal pots the flowers and takes them to her room, placing them on her windowsill and deciding in that moment that she will keep them alive for as long as possible. The girls celebrate valentine's day in each other’s arms, watching movies and eating snacks until they drift into sleep as Crystal’s new flowers watch over them.

Cause you’re my jewel

You’re my jewel.

There’s a certain aching that both girls feel when they wake the morning after and the spell of valentine’s day is lifted. They remind themselves that friends are all they’ll ever be. It’s starting to hurt.

As someone who feels every emotion with so much power, Crystal sometimes doesn’t know what to do about Gigi. Part of her wants to walk up to her and kiss her. Just to see if she feels the same. Another part of her wants to push her away, to try and stop the feeling altogether. However, not one part of her wants to continue the way things were. She doesn’t know how much longer she can keep up the facade of having strictly platonic feelings.

Sometimes she convinces herself that Gigi feels the same. This is what really does it for her, allowing herself to live in a fantasy world where they are together. Blissfully and mutually in love - this has been true for a while, it’s just neither girl is aware. Everyone around them can see it. Crystal finds herself reaching out to Jan often, to send streams of consciousness about herself and Gigi. Jan usually just tells her that if it’s meant to be, then it will be. It’s easy for her to say.

Gigi is usually such a pro at hiding her deepest, strongest feelings. But Crystal brings something out of her that she just doesn’t know what to do with. She always has. She wants so badly to push her feelings for the girl far, far away. They are just friends. Nothing more. Never more.

She daydreams about what could be if Crystal did feel the same. Sometimes she thinks about telling her, about how much better she would feel if she could just stop hiding. But telling Crystal about her feelings for her is a scarier thought than when she was thinking about coming out to her. It’s just so personal. Not that Gigi has ever had a problem with being personal with her, she is pretty much the only person she feels that comfortable around, which somehow makes the whole situation that much worse.

Her rants fall, seemingly, onto ears that just aren’t listening. She figures Jan has had enough of her constant complaining, but she just doesn’t know who else to talk to. She wonders if Crystal ever talks about her to her other friends. She wonders what she would be saying.

There’s a rooster

In the yard behind us,

Crowing at all hours of the day.

He must be blind but

One morning, they set an alarm so early they beat the sun. In the dark morning, the pair untangle themselves from each other and slowly leave their shared bed to make some coffee and set out on a mission they had planned before falling asleep the night before. The front door closes quietly behind them as they make their way to the hill that sits a five minute walk from Gigi’s home.

Clutching their still-hot coffees, they sit atop the hill (that was surprisingly easy to walk up, even in the morning) and cuddle close. For warmth. Obviously. The only sounds that surround them is the soft music from Gigi’s phone speaker and the birds around them. They sit in silence as they watch the sun rise, hands intertwined.

As the world gets covered in golden light, more and more wildlife wakes up and fills their eardrums with chirps and calls.

“God the birds are so loud” Gigi whispers, scared to break the tranquility of the moment. Crystal sighs, content.

“Yeah, but they sound pretty”

“Not as pretty as you though”

Crystal is too tired to formulate some witty response, so she lightly chuckles and rests her head deeper into the crook of Gigi’s neck so she doesn't see her smile.

He only has to get it right

Just once,

Like i got it right with you

Cause you’re my jewel.

The sun rises just enough to start warming them from the chill of the morning when Gigi straightens herself up and looks directly at Crystal. She can’t quite read her face, something that would always worry her. She was used to being able to read her like a book. So instead, Crystal watches as her friend stares her down, jaw clenching and unclenching, as if she’s willing it to just open.

“What is it?” Crystal asks, breathy and quiet, as she tucks some hair behind Gigi’s ear and follows the long strands past her shoulders. They lock eyes for a moment, Gigi smiles.

“I’m just happy to have you. Here. I don’t know why I’m getting all sentimental but shit, Crystal, I’m so lucky to have you in my life. It’s not often you find someone who you just click with, and can trust and just have a good time with. A lot of people don’t have that. I feel like we just… fit” She has to bite her tongue before she rambles more and admits more than she should. Crystal has glassy eyes.

“You can’t say things like that Geege, you’re gonna make me cry” She laughs at the way a tear rolls down her cheeks, and Gigi wipes it with her thumb. She thinks it’s just so utterly Crystal, and then a pair of arms are wrapped around her neck, pulling her in closer.

Crystal lets go, but keeps her head resting on her friends shoulders, as she idly plays with the blonde’s long hair. She combs it with her fingers; it’s soft and it smells like vanilla. Gigi feels the soft tugs at her scalp, and closes her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the feeling. It’s calm, comforting. Her hand fiddles with her ring and she wants to open her mouth again to speak, to say more, but she doesn’t. She wonders if she ever will.

Diamonds are forever,

But i’ve got something better

Yes I do…

Crystal wakes up on her birthday filled with excitement. It takes her no longer than twenty minutes to get ready for the day (normally it would take that long just to get out of bed) and she waits impatiently for Gigi to arrive at her door. It doesn’t take very long for her to hear three knocks on her door. She runs to open it and is quickly enveloped in Gigi’s arms.

She lets her inside, and they sit close, facing each other, on the couch. Gigi beams as she pulls out a box from behind her, “Happy birthday Crys, I hope you like it” she has a tone to her voice that Crystal can’t quite read, but she doesn’t pay that much mind. Instead, she opens the box to reveal a necklace. It's big and bulky - when Gigi first walked past it she hated it, until she thought that it was something Crystal would wear and absolutely be able to pull off.

“After you got me that ring, I thought this could like, match? Plus’ I thought of you as soon as I saw it.” The necklace has a large fake diamond on, not too different than the smaller one currently being worn on Gigi’s finger.

Crystal just stares at it, a toothy grin on her face. She wraps Gigi in their second crushing hug of the day. It wouldn’t be their last either. She puts it on as soon as they let go, and tells her friend that she loves it.

All the precious metals

Are just roses without petals

Next to you…

Cause you’re my jewel

Autumn is Gigi Goode’s favourite season. The sun stays out, but the breeze begins to cool and the leaves begin to change colour into yellow, oranges, and browns. It’s a great time for fashion - cool enough to layer, but warm enough to avoid those big, bulky coats. Gigi decides it’s also a perfect season to have a picnic, so on a random weekend, she shoots the girl a text;

geege: hey !! if ur free today come over! i have a surprise :))

Crystal doesn’t reply, instead she shows up at Gigi’s doors not even twenty minutes later. She wears the necklace Gigi had given her and a bright smile. Gigi wishes she could just kiss her, just a peck to say hello. But she knows that would never happen, not really.

They drive to the park - it doesn’t take them long, but the journey is filled with songs and laughter. Crystal finds herself wishing it would never end, that she could just stay like this with Gigi forever, heads thrown back in laughter, cheeks tight from laughing, feeling light.

When Gigi pulls a picnic basket and a blanket out the back of the car, Crystal squeals in excitement.

“Geege! You didn’t say we were having a picnic! That’s so cute I love it!”

Gigi sets down the blanket on the soft grass and lays down on it with a soft huff, patting next to her for Crystal to join. She does, lies right next to her and intertwines their fingers. They lie like that for a while, in a comfortable silence. It wasn’t uncommon for them to just exist with each other, they didn’t have to say anything or do anything. Just being near each other had always been enough to make them happy.

Soon enough they sit themselves up, cross-legged on the soft blanket, and start picking at the snacks Gigi had brought with her. It wasn’t much, but she didn’t bring Crystal out here to eat, she did it so they could just have some time together, somewhere they haven’t been in a while.

At some point, Crystal wonders off, just like she had at the beach months ago, to pick at flowers. And just like she had at the beach, Gigi watches her, admires her as she inspects each plant, picking the ones she likes the looks of most. She runs back after a few minutes, one hand filled with roses. She sets them down as she sits next to Gigi, and tells them they’re for her. Gigi just smiles.

“I’ll keep them forever,” She has a wave of deja vu, thinking back to that day at the beach, “I still have that pebble you gave me in Summer you know”

Crystal takes Gigi’s hand in response and squeezes.

“Good.”

Emeralds and rubies,

They all mean nothing to me.

The only pearls that drew me

Were your eyes.

Exams are coming up soon, and so Crystal and Gigi somehow find themselves spending even more time with each other than usual. They sit in Crystal’s room, heads deep in textbooks, random stationary littered around the room. They don’t speak, other than asking for a hand with the work every now and again.

When they finally decide, a few hours later, that they can stop studying for the day, the sun has already set and Gigi decides its best to just stay over for the night. Crystal agrees, handing over some spare pyjamas and then going downstairs to make them a mug of hot chocolate while Gigi changes.

The sweats hang loosely on the smaller girls frame, and Crystal finds the sight both funny, endearing and disgustingly adorable. She feels her stomach flutter as she goes to change in the bathroom. When she returns, Gigi has already settled in bed and turned a movie on - something they’ve seen many times before. That means she wants to chat. Crystal joins her with a sigh.

“I feel like my brain is jelly after all that studying”

Gigi laughs softly, and they fall into an easy conversation about the usual nothing, but also everything. Crystal likes how they always seem to find something to talk about, the conversation never lulls unless they absolutely want it to, and when they do it’s a comfortable silence, filled with cuddles and sips of hot chocolate. They talk until after the movie finishes, not that they were paying attention.

It’s late at night when Gigi notices a familiar set of flowers on Crystal’s windowsill, and she feels a blush rise to her cheeks.

“Hey! You kept the bouquet I gave you for Valentine’s day!”

“Of course I did, I even added some of the roses from the picnic, I kept some for myself so we could both have some” And there’s just something about how sweet Crystal is talking that makes Gigi’s mind go blank. Her voice is laced with honey and all Gigi wants to do is taste it.

“I kept mine too. And that pebble. Everytime I see them it always makes my day a little bit better you know, it’s like you’re right there, smiling at me” Gigi is whispering, she doesn’t quite know why but she feels like being too loud would break the intimacy of the moment. Their bodies are intertwined just like they always are, and yet, for some reason, it still feels so new. It makes Gigi’s breath get caught in her throat. Crystal’s face is merely inches away.

“That’s cute” Crystal sounds so sincere, so serious, that Gigi feels the weight of the words on her whole body. They lock eyes. Neither of them look away. Suddenly, Gigi can’t quite take it anymore.

“I really want to kiss you right now” Her voice is so quiet, that if Crystal’s nose wasn’t already almost touching hers, she wouldn’t be able to hear.

Then, barely audible over hearts beating so loudly, coupled with anxious staggered breaths, comes a reply.

“Then kiss me.”

And when they looked right through me

It shook me and it moved me

Something in my heart then crystalized...

Kissing Gigi felt like coming home. It felt like something Crystal had done a million times before, and it felt new. It felt right. It felt so right to have Gigi’s hand on her neck, and her nose pressed lightly into her face.

Kissing Crystal was like heaven to Gigi. The kiss itself was certain. And suddenly, Gigi regretted not doing this sooner. She could have been kissing Crystal like this the whole time, and all she wants to do is go back in time so she can make a damn move sooner. But she can’t. She can’t, so she does what she can, which is put as much passion, as much love in this one kiss to try and make up for lost time.

They relax into it, lips moving against each other slowly, steadily. Crystal’s hands find their way through Gigi’s hair as Gigi’s tongue finds its way into Crystal’s mouth. They stay like that for a while. Half because they’re too scared to face the conversation that will follow, and half because they’ve waited so long and it just feels too good to stop.

Crystalized...

Crystal wakes up first that morning, with Gigi’s arm around her waist, and her head on Gigi’s chest. She smiles at the memories of the night before. She smiles at the first kiss, and smiles at the confession that followed. She smiles at the tears that she shed, and smiles at the fact that Gigi had laughed when she started to cry, but ended up crying herself anyway. She smiles at the second kiss. And the third. And she’s already lost count at what kiss they’re on. But she doesn’t care, because when Gigi wakes up, she can have more. From her girlfriend. Girlfriend… It didn’t even feel like much had changed. Maybe it hadn’t, because maybe it didn’t need to.

Diamonds are forever,

But I’ve got something better,

Yes I do…

Years later, and the girls are still just as blissfully in love with each other as they were the night they started dating. And today, they celebrate another milestone.

The wedding isn’t very grand, with only close friends and family in attendance, but they have a fun little party afterwards, everyone dances and gets happy drunk. The couple are just happy to be there, really. Happy to still be with each other. But they are even happier that Gigi’s ring, which she had worn right up to their wedding day, is finally replaced with another ring, only with a real diamond in.

All the precious metals

Are just roses without petals

Next to you…

Not long after the marriage, Crystal and Gigi finally open up their own business together. It isn’t huge, nor is it that extravagant, but they are proud of it nonetheless, proud of each other.

The small bell rings out through the shop to signify the door opening. Crystal and Gigi watch as the first customer walks into the shop. It’s Jan. And she’s looking for some flowers to get her new girlfriend.

You’re my jewel

You’re my jewel.

#gigi goode #crystal methyd #please tell me what u think !!!!#this is some tooth rotting fluff i am so sorry #literally no angst whatsoever #im so desperate for a relationship i write about other people being in love #lol i hope theres no typos its LATE but i wanted to post so #gigi x crystal #crygi #rpdr #rpdr12 #rpdr fanfiction

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reddeadbread · 4 years

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Arthur coming back from Guarma to Lakay, him and reader being reunited after they thought he was dead? 🤧

I've honestly already thought about this so much so here ya go ♡

• you'd lost so many people at the bank robbery in Saint Dennis. Lenny and Hosea were cut down right in front of you but at some point you got split up from Arthur and the others.

• If they were alive they'd be back by now. That was clear enough. It'd been a long time and everyone had lost hope.

• Sadie had fortunately taken charge and gotten everyone safely to a new camp but you didn't feel too grateful.

• to be without Dutch was to be without a leader but to be without Arthur was to be without happiness ever again. You wished the earth would swallow you up when you realised he was gone.

• The remainders of the Van Der Linde gang tiptoed around you. Everyone was grieving their losses but you and Arthur were practically two halves of a whole so they took special care around you.

• you'd been bereft, completely devastated for weeks so it wasn't hard to imagine how happy you'd be to see your love riding back into camp.

• he dismounted his horse and came face to face with you outside your tent

• for a moment you thought maybe you'd finally gone completely crazy and you were seeing a ghost of the man you adored. That is until you heard his voice.

• "y/n...I'm real sorry if I scared you--" before he could say anything else you rushed to him, throwing your arms around him as happy tears streamed down your face "oh Arthur, you scared the daylights out of me you silly man!" You laughed in pure joy

• of course Arthur had missed you just as much, when he was in Guarma he thought of little else other than you and fighting to make it off that island alive was all for the one he loved, just to see you again was all he'd wanted.

• he lifted you a little as you hugged him, his strong arms enveloping you comfortingly.

• You'd dreamt of this, the last strand of hope never leaving your mind even when it seemed obvious he was gone forever

• "never leave me like that again. You have to promise that now." You were only half joking as he wiped the tears away from your face with a soft smile reserved only for you "alright darlin'. I won't let ya outta my sight again."

• you barely even noticed as the others crowded round and asked Arthur endless questions and filled him in on the events that had followed that ill fated robbery.

• You were glued to his side for the rest of the evening just as he promised.

#its so late why do I always write these so late #it makes me kinda sad bc he do be about to die after this #au where arthur is fine and healthy ok ignore #arthur morgan #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 hc #my post #writing #sorry if theres typos add brain

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wearetaysfoxes · 5 years

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25th August 2003:

“ I think I might just live throught this year!! I just hope I can keep up. My locker is 117 and my combination is 35-9-27. I love being older. I think my teacher is gonna give me a spotlight solo with chorus. This year could be fun. I don’t care what people think of me now because i won’t let them bring me down.”

17th March 2009:

“ I somehow think it’s my destiny to roll my eyes at happy couples and resent Valentine’s day. I also feel like im the girl before ‘the one’. I’m not ‘the one’. I’m the girl you think is the one for you and whe it doesn’t work out with me, you meet the next girl and realize SHE is the one. the one you’re gonna stay with. I might get married but I think it’s ultimately my fate to light candles and pine away and roll my eyes at happy couples and resent Valentine’s day. ”

5th October 2003:

“ Hey. I really have decided that school is a big disappointment. It’s only cool when you’re popular- I am not. It’s cool when you have a boyfriend. It’s cool when everybody likes you. I don’t have that. But my extracurricular ‘life’ is what really matters to me. I guess I’m just not good enough for people my own age. Or maybe I’m not bad enough? ✌🏾 ”

30th October 2011:

“ Tonight we played at Memphis and had a chest infection for the last few days so singing has been hard. Last night my voice kept quiting on me, going all raspy or just not being able to reach the high notes. I almost cancelled tonight’s show but I made it through. I went into a few coughing fits tonight but I sounded better than last night. We’ve already played 3 shows in Nashville, Knoxville, Louisville, Lexington. We only have 9 shows left on this tour and I’m ready for a break. I’ve written 2 songs in the last few days. I wanna record them so bad but my voice is shot from being so rundown. I’m just so glad I have a few days off.

Okay 2: Guess what I’m doing tomorrow. GETTING A KITTEN! I wanted a cat for so long and now I’m finally doing it. I love Scottish Folds. I look up internet videos of them. They’re so cute and they love humans. So I’m gonna get this little kitten tomorrow morning. I’m naming her Meredith. Meredith Grey- because she’s grey. ”

#cant feel my hands now #sorry if theres a typo or a spelling mistake its too late #it took me like 2 minutes to spell extracurricular im too tired #taylor swift

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possum-tooth · 5 years

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lmao last day of the semester tomorrow im Scared

#talk tag #i have my final exam (which i already know im gonna do shitty on) and my final presentation thats 15-20 minutes #ugh im Terrified but ill be so fucking relived in just under exactly 24 hours #god im psyching myself up way too much but i hate presentations #i just hope i have enough content tk last me that long. probably shouldve had someone look through it too to make sure it makes sense #but its whatever ill get through it and finally be done with this phucking class #and im getting noodles and company for dinner so >:3c #anyway in almost exactly 24 hours i wi be the happiest ive been in the past 5 months #:)#sorry to anyone that read this far lmao idk how much of that actually made sense #and im sure theres a thousand typos bc its late amd i worked when i wasnt supposed to today so im tired #anyway im gonna cut myself off now bc i could just... keep goin lmao #sorry if u read this far

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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IUI - Roach is Baby

Wifey told me Jask needs to meet Roach and fuck she was RIGHT

warnings: I... went a little horse girl on main? sorry? no triggers, just cuteness. also i was tipsy whilst writing the last half so like... im sorry if theres typos or its unreadable lol

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“I’m sorry. I just have to go check on Roach before we go to dinner,” Geralt cringed as he turned away from the restaurant Jaskier had wanted to go to.

Jaskier just put a foot on Geralt’s dash and made himself comfortable, “Oh what’s wrong with our baby?”

“Our baby?” Geralt nearly swerved into a ditch.

“I’ve seen enough pictures and heard enough stories that I happen to have grown attached. Now answer my question,” Jaskier didn’t seem phased at all. In fact, he seemed to think it was perfectly normal to just adopt your partner’s animals after three months of dating.

Geralt took a steadying breath and tried not to read into it. Jaskier said wild things all the time, he was just beginning to get used to it, “She got her teeth floated.”

Jaskier was quiet for a moment, tapping Bonnie the Blue Footed Boobie on his thigh, “I’m having some horrible image of pumping her mouth full of water until her teeth come out, please tell me what this means.”

“Horse dentist filed down the sharp bits of her teeth so she can chew better.”

“Oh! Ow!”

“Oh no, they sedate the horses. That’s why I didn’t answer last night. I- uh. Didn’t want to leave her in case she laid down and got cast.”

Jaskier shifted and peered at him over the rim of his sunglasses with a fond smirk, “Sweetheart, I don’t speak Horse Girl.”

“Cast is… cast? Getting stuck laying down? But stuck on or under something? Once Roach did it by rolling on a pile of shavings I hadn’t spread yet so she couldn’t roll back over where she had room to get up. I had to pull her back over it by her legs…” he chuckled at the memory then paused as he turned into the barn’s driveway, “I see how this sounds odd.”

Jaskier sat upright and leaned forward, mouth open in awe as he took in the stables that looked like something straight out of a high(er) budget daytime soap, “So this is why you live in a studio.”

Geralt sighed as he parked the truck in front of Roach’s barn in between the indoor arena and the massive covered wash racks, “Yup.”

Jaskier got a brief tour, or more accurately, he followed Geralt to Roach’s stall and pointed at things and asked questions the entire time. There were so many horses. He’d never seen a horse up close, except for that one mounted police officer on his trip to Canada and that wasn’t an all too fond memory. He was almost vibrating with excitement when they reached Roach’s stall.

Geralt stepped in and greeted her so softly Jaskier thought he might faint, “Hey, Ro. How’s my sweet girl?”

She pressed her forehead into the hand he held up and nickered. Geralt just laughed and scratched under the little tuft of long hair between her ears. He leaned forward to give her a kiss and whispered something in her ear that Jaskier couldn’t catch despite his best efforts.

Geralt turned back to face Jaskier, looping one of his arms over Roach’s neck and giving him a proud almost-smile, “Wanna come say hi?”

Jaskier ever so hesitantly stepped down into her stall, “She won’t step on my toes if she doesn’t like me right?”

“She might. She’s never met someone in Berks and daisy dukes,” Geralt winked as he ran his fingers through Roach’s mane.

Jaskier took a moment to register his sarcasm and flipped him off with a grin. Geralt gently gripped his wrist and manipulated his hand into a flat surface, popping a sugar cube in his palm.

“Just keep your hand flat and let her sniff you. She’s easy to win over,” Geralt’s voice was unbearably fond and Jaskier found him watching his face more than the horse reaching her nose toward his outstretched hand.

It was one of two times since he’d known Geralt that he didn’t have at least one solid worry line in his forehead. Hell, his whole body was more relaxed.

Roach took the sugar cube and explored his hand, wiggling her upper lip over his palm and wrist before snorting and shaking her head.

Jaskier yelped and jumped back, earning a confused head bob from Roach and a laugh from Geralt, “It’s okay. Something just tickled her nose.”

“She’s just so big…” Jaskier muttered, stepping forward and holding his hand out just like Geralt had shown him.

“You can pet her too.”

Jask just brushed his fingertips over the white patch on her face but she pressed into him, bobbing her head a bit to use his hand to scratch at a certain spot between her eyes.

“Oh! Hello! Does this mean she likes me?”

Geralt’s smile covered his whole face, another thing Jaskier had only seen a handful of times, “She does. You want to go for a ride?”

“Now!? In shorts?!”

“Oh no, sometime next week maybe? You’re not supposed to ride for a couple days after a float.” Geralt started running his hands over her back and belly, then her legs as if he was looking for something. He pinched right at the peak of her rump, making her flinch a little bit and swish her tail, which he seemed satisfied with. Then he pushed at her middle, just gently leaning against her and watching her feet. When nothing happened he seemed pleased and moved on to checking her water and kicking around some of the shavings and, to Jaskier’s disgust, poop.

“Darling what are you looking for?”

“Anything unusual. She looks fine though,” he draped his arms over her back, now on opposite sides from Jaskier, “Could I convince you to walk her up and down the breezeway for me?”

Was this the date night Jaskier had been expecting? No. Was it absolutely adorable and delightful to see Geralt so clearly in his element? Fuck yes. He giggled and played little games with Roach and was so gentle and patient with both Roach and Jaskier. It was, so far, the best date they’d been on, first one included. Jaskier had gotten a little peek at who Geralt was when he was truly at home.

After a brief and very goofy showmanship lesson, they strolled out of the barn with Geralt’s arm draped over Jask.

“I’m sorry. Restaurant’s probably full by now…” Geralt sighed, opening Jaskier’s door for him.

Jask hopped up on the seat and pulled Geralt to stand between his knees, “I don’t give a flying fuck about where we eat. This was lovely.”

There was a look in Geralt’s eyes that reminded Jask of a little kid being told they could play outside for one more hour, “Really? You had fun?”

“Of course, darling,” Jask mumbled as he pulled Geralt further into a kiss, “Just give me heads up next time so I can wear my boots.”

“You have cowboy boots?”

“Well they’ve got a rather high heel… but they’re still technically cowboy boots.”

Geralt leaned his head back and laughed, “I’m getting you barn boots.”

“If you insi-,” Jaskier shrugged, cut off by Geralt’s lips on his, where they stayed for several minutes.

They were definitely too late for a table.

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