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alyshiba · 1 year

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Part eight: Fire and Blood

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Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra's only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.

Author's note: I know, two chapters so close together. It's Christmas lol My plans now that i'm seeing the light of holidays at the end of the dark tunnel of work and chores is to keep writing. I'm thinking about a dinner scene, a last supper. A little Christmas flashback to cure our heart. We all need it after this chapter i guess.

Warning: violence and death

As the sun drew his arch in the sky and approached its apex the air grew hotter. The opened windows allowed for the sea breeze to come in, but that wasn’t really enough to combat the rising temperatures. The small council table in front of her was a mess of papers, wooden figurines and scrolls, <<if Lady Tyrell is to declare her support for Aegon, we will find ourselves surrounded, and our forces cut in half>> began Daemon pointing at the kingdoms whose loyalty was surely to the greens. Visenya watched the map in front of her: they had control over the Narrow sea, thanks to her grandfather’s blockade of the Stepstones, but the capitol laid dangerously close to the Stormlands and to the Reach, meaning that the risk of a siege was real. <<Jace told me that Lord Stark has called his banners>> Said the Princess, turning her attention to Winterfell, <<It will take a while for his men to assemble and reach the neck, but if they can do it unseen we’ll have enough numbers to take the Westerlands by surprise>> Daemon hummed, like her he wished to end this nonsense immediately, she could fly to Storm’s End and end this rebellion in hours. Waiting would just worsen their conditions, they were allowing a fire to spread unchecked, to burn everything on their path before they can even reach the fields.

<<Your mother is wise to wait out the storm>> Said her grandmother Rhaenys, upon hearing of her and Daemon’s war council she had rushed to them, fearing how her cousin’s influence could cause more damage than good, <<we must not give the Lords cause of unrest, none in this continent wish for war and they will curse the one who brings it>> Visenya huffed, she understood perfectly why it was important not to take harsh decisions, but waiting for what now looked inevitable would only increase the number of casualties on the field. She bit her tongue and locked her gaze on her father who responded to her with a grin. <<How is your husband, Princess?>> Daemon’s tone was halfway between a serious question and a mock, he knew that every time he spoke to her like this it went straight under her skin, it was irritating. <<Pleased>> She retorted, knowing all too well how her father would react to the suggestion. <<And satisfied with his wife>> She said with a grin, two could play this game. And as predicted he stiffened, turning his head towards the window momentarily, likely to forget that his little girl was a woman grown. A woman married, <<he worries for his mother and sister, and for her children>> she ended the tortures, <<if we ensured their protection he will be persuaded to our cause I am sure>> the idea of granting Alicent Hightower protection enraged Daemon like no other thing. He still believed without the shadow of a doubt that she alone was responsible for his brother’s death, and because of her he had lost his daughter as well. If her father was free to do as he pleased her head would be mounted on a spike already, and Visenya wouldn’t blame him for it. But they had to compromise. <;> A guttural hum was all the response Daemon gave her. He was a man of strong emotions.

<<How can you be sure he won’t turn his back>> This time it was Corlys who spoke, even the shadow to his wife, he had been a silent witness to their endless discussion and plans. <<Aemond believes himself more fit to sit the throne than his brother>> She began, looking at her grandfather in his eyes, <<thanks to our marriage he is now next in line>> Daemon kept huffing, and pacing around the table. He was a changed animal ready to strike. He was not meant to sit and discuss, to hold court and hear complaints. The Rogue Prince was a man of action, he needed to be on the field, commanding an army, or the city watch. He was not meant to rule, she decided. Aemond however was calmer, more calculated, he hardly took a decision without considering what was at stake. He did not always allow his emotions to rule his judgment, something that she was guilty of. <<He is in the way of Aegon’s path to the throne>> She simply explained.

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For the last few minutes the only sounds around her were her own steps and the noise of Ser Edric’s armor. It was rather peaceful considering that they still were in a large castle where thousands of people lived and worked. As they passed the wooden door that led to the small path towards Balerion’s sandy beach she turned to the knight, with the intention of hearing his opinion on the situation that was about to unfold. The question died in her throat when she spotted the tall figure of Aemond nearing, he moved silently like a wraith, there was no way to know for sure how long he had been stalking her and the Queensguard. <<Husband>> Greeted Visenya, extending her arm for him to take, <;<my love>> replied him in that one sweet tone he used exclusively in public, when he was sure others could see them, <> he took her hand and kissed her knuckles, lowering his gaze to lock it in hers, <> Aemond hummed and intertwined their arms together in a rather possessive way. If she didn’t know any better she would say that her husband was becoming quite jealous of Ser Edric, she suffocated a laugh at the thought.

<<Ser Edric, you may go. Use this free time as it pleases you. I am safe in the arms of my husband>> The knight bowed and disappeared in the corridors of the keep, leaving a grin on the Prince’s face.

They walked in silence down the many steps that lead to the sandy beaches, above them the walls of the Red Keep stretched so high they seemed to touch the skies above. This was one of the few truly peaceful places in the whole city, perhaps it was for this sole reason that Balerion claimed it as his nest. He was too large for the dragon pit, and even if he wasn’t, there was no being living on this word that could convince him to lay in chains there again. Visenya debated on whether it truly was a good idea leading her husband down to meet her grumpy dragon. The bond they shared was deep, like one soul trapped in two different bodies, they felt each other’s emotions and knew the deepest parts of their souls, it was something beyond anyone’s ability to describe. Yet Balerion had his own mind, he was intelligent, he understood the word around him, what everyone said when he could hear the words, and most importantly he had his own character and temper. And she had learned a while back that if he chose to dislike someone, it was hard to convince him otherwise. And she wasn’t sure he could like Aemond.

Visenya couldn’t know what her husband was thinking, what he was feeling, if the silence was welcomed by him, or if he found it embarrassing. Maybe he felt embarrassed that he couldn’t find any topics to speak with his own wife, or maybe he still disliked her and her family so much that he preferred not ever hearing her voice. Maybe he liked it only when she moaned his name in pleasure. When the crackling sound of the sand beneath their feet reached their ears they both saw a glimpse of the large dragon curled and, apparently, sleeping. She felt Aemond’s pace growing slower, perhaps he thought that they would just walk by. When she kept walking in the dragon’s direction, and they came close enough to hear his heavy breaths she felt her arm being tugged, for Aemond had stopped. He was standing still, his one eye trained on the monstrous form of Balerion. <<Do not tell me that you are scared, Aemond>> She felt equally pride and annoyance in that moment where she believed him scared, annoyance for she had found yet another grown man that lacked the courage to stand in front of the black dread, and pride because she was able to make Aemond feel exactly like Luke did. that night in Storm’s End when her now husband called for her brother’s eye. Vixenya looked at her husband with a raised eyebrow, their arms still intertwined. Aemond moved a step, growling. He looked annoyed, offended even at the suggestion of his cowardice, in that moment she thought he looked less imposing.

Balerion moved, he uncoiled his neck and opened his bright, red eyes to look down at his rider and her husband. From his scarred scaly snout came a low growl the moment Aemond moved closer to Visenya, it intensified when the couple were once again inches apart. She saw Aemond swallow down, regaining his composure and keep walking towards Balerion. He stopped a few feet away from him, raising his head to better look at the monster in front of him. Visenya grinned and followed the trail of her husband when she sensed Balerion curiosity towards him, <<the last time someone other than me had been this close to him>> she whispered into Aemond’s ear as her dragon’s head startet lowering at their level, <<was the day we came back to King’s Landing for the hearing on Driftmarks’ succession>> Visenya recalled that day as if it was yesterday. She remember the sheer feeling of hatred that came from her mount as they neared the dragon pit, <<one of the dragon keepers swung his staff in his face and tried to force him inside the pit>> Aemond turned his head slightly in her direction, so that he could see her with the corner of his good eye. Balerion huff came as strong as a gust of wind, the mention of the pit had annoyed him so that a low growl came from the bottom of his throat, <<the fool couldn’t finish his sentence for Balerion squished him under his paw like a bug. I had to pretend it was an accident>> Visenya had to stand on her tiptoes to be able to rest her chin on her husbands’ shoulder. She locked her eyes in her dragon’s, silently pleading him to stand still, not to act for once. She was relieved when she saw him relax, just quietly inspecting the new person she had brought in front of him. Of course she wouldn’t tell Aemond that Balerion had accepted the presence of Ser Edric, looked at him and allowed him to live next to her that night on Dragonstone. She found a sense of dark pleasure in making others feel helpless and weak, just as she had been made to feel in her youth.

<<Vhagar is a willful creature as well, quick to act at times>> He said after a long silence, Visenya extended her arm and touched Balerion’s scaly snout, it was warm, and huge, and covered in scars. She supposed they might be from the time when Maegor the cruel bid him kill his nephew’s dragons, or from the time he had disappeared for one entire year, only to reappear wounded and carrying an almost dead Aerea from gods know where.

<<He longs for battle>> She quietly said, she never had someone that truly understood, yes her father rode Caraxes, and her grandmother Maelys, both dragons older than their riders, but none had Balerion’s temperament. None were bred for war like he and Vhagar, and Meraxes once, had been. Grupy and easy to ire as they were, her family’s mounts could compare. <<He senses the unrest. He knows my mother’s peace won’t last, he wishes for war and I fear the day when it will finally comes>> Aemond understood her sentiment, she felt it in the way his body stiffened in front of her, in the way he once again turned to look at her with the corner of his one eye, never truly turning his attention away from the monster in front of him. <> She retorted sensing the question her husband was about to voice, <> Visenya remembered the gut wrenching smell of burning flesh in the air, the almost suffocating smell of smoke that filled her lungs every time they dived too close to the ground, the sound of Balerion and Caraxes’s throats when they breath their fires upon their victims, the feeling of power everytime she shouted the command, <<I felt nothing hearing their screams when he bathed them in flames, yes, the smell is foul, but other then that, nothing. But it was a game for him, hunting down the soldiers and killing them. A child’s play, and when it was over he grew annoyed and bored>> She had not talked about this with her father then, nor with Corlys before he was wounded, even when both men spent the night making sure she was not disturbed or scarred from the battles. She had only ever sat in front of her dragon asking him why, and he had always just huffed in response. How she wished he could talk.

<> Balerion had been born in Old Valyria, he was bred for war and destruction, it was the only thing he knew. It was a tragedy, after all, such an intelligent and marvelous creature, used and bred for war. In a way Vhagar had been too, she was a veteran of hundreds of battles, that is why she had brought Aemond down there, he understood what she was confessing to him better than anyone. Visenya knew he too felt it, his dragon’s urge for battle, her hunger for blood every time he allowed himself to be consumed by the flames of his rage, and how difficult it was at times to contain their fury.

She wanted Aemond to understand that if war came, they would not be asked to unleash their monsters on soldiers or armies, but on their family’s dragons.

Visenya focused on her husband’s steady breaths, on how his body inflated and deflated rhythmically, on how warm and firm his back felt. She slid her free hand on his other shoulder, <<help me avoid that>> she whispered in his ear. She felt Aemond’s shoulder muscles flex as he stretched his arm and placed his big calloused hand on Balerion’s snout.

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When they reached the yard they were welcomed by a large crowd of people buzzing. She was used to the masses of spectators when the princes were sparring amongst themselves, all eager to get a glimpse of the royals, or merely to get an idea of the state of the family. If they truly despise one another as was whispered.

This time though it was different, every person present kept their voice low. She could hear the muffled sound of sparring, of blades meeting one another, but all of the presents were in religious silence. It felt like they had walked inside the great sept on Visenya’s hill rather than the courtyard of the Red Keep.

Visenya turned momentarily to look at Aemond’s face, he too looked confused. She saw him turn his head more rapidly than she thought anyone could when Daeron, his younger brother, came sprinting in their direction calling for his brother. <<It’s Aegon>> Aemond didn’t allow his brother to finish his sentence, he started dragging her towards the mass of people, pushing and making his way towards the center. Visenya felt his breath becoming more and more labored, he heard him curse his elder brother under his breaths, and the more they proceeded the more her stomach began to close. She briefly turned her sight back, to see Daeron following them closely as possible, a picture of worry and terror painted on his face.

The closer they got to the center of the crowd, the harder Aemond gripped her hand, and more anxious she became, for now she could clearly hear Aegon’s maniacal laugh. Her blood froze in realization. She took control of the situation then, freeing herself from Aemond’s grip and pushing everyone that stood between her and the two contestants with such force that more than one person fell to the ground.

When they passed the final row of people her body stilled, Aegon was charging at Luke again, but this time her little brother had only a half broken shield in hand while her uncle swung a morningstar at him, chipping away the useless piece of wood that stood between them.

<<Enough, Aegon>> Shouted the strong voice of her husband, his brother only laughed. Visenya looked around to the Queensguard making their way in the crowd, and with the corner of her eye she spotted Aemond picking up a training sword from the ground and striding towards his brother with the intention of stopping this madness.

He didn’t make it in time.

Visenya watched in horror as Luke lost his footing and hit the ground, shield falling from his hand. For a moment she thought Aegon would stop, that he only wished to scare Luke into submission, and maybe that was truly his intention, because when he realized that there wasn’t a shield to protect the younger boy, his face contorted in horror. Horror because it was too late to stop the swing, and this time Luke was just not fast enough to avoid the fatal blow that hit him.

The world stopped, everyone fell silent. She saw Aemond’s sword falling limp by his side, heard Daeron as he emptied the content of his stomach on the ground at his feet. Visenya’s feet started to walk unconsciously, it felt like a lifetime, the time it took her to reach her brother.

With the corner of her eye she saw Aemond ripping the bloodied morningstar from Aegon’s hand, the man still standing in shock and horror, quite not grasping what he had just done. She heard her husband cursing, it was as if she had her head underwater, she knew it was his voice, she knew it was Aemond that grabbed his brother by the collar and cursed him and his depravity. She remembers feeling shocked at the idea of Aemond angered at the death of the boy who took his eye and scarred him for life.

Visenya kneeled and grabbed Luke’s body, she held close to her the still warm body of her little brother, the body she had rocked to sleep many times over. The boy that took his first flight on Arrax with her, and joked with when they realized that his tiny gray dragon could comfortably fit in Balerion’s maws.

She didn’t not know if she screamed, if she cried or sobbed, she only knew that she was holding her little brother as close as possible, she knew how disgusting it felt, the feel of his blood soaking her clothes. She remembered seeing her father’s face, shocked, out of breath making his way through the crowd, Darksister in hand, the Queensguard circling Aegon, Aemond standing at her right, still, silent, shocked. And then she remembered how the crowd parted, and the horrible scream of her mother, when she saw.

That awful sound brought Visenya back from her trance. She saw Rhaenyra collapsing at her side. Her hands shaking and outstretched towards her son, still lifeless in his sister’s arms. She saw Alicent Hightower, pale like a ghost, grabbing Aegon, who now had a red, puffy eye where someone had punched him, Aemond maybe?

And then she, and everyone in the yard, felt the very foundation of the castle shaking, when Balerion landed perched on the wall right behind her. She felt the growing flames of her anger growing and threatening to engulf her, and she felt him, feeding them. Balerion placed one of his thumbs on her side, and leaned over. As he did so everyone retreated in horror, yet he simply sniffed and huffed, trying to understand what was causing his rider such pain.

She had always known that dragons were intelligent creatures, smart, and she wasn’t surprised when it took Balerion one glimpse at the discarded morningstar to understand who had caused that tiny boy’s death. Visenya rolled her eyes to stare at Aegon through her eyebrows, she felt, more than saw, Balerion’s huge head move, he looked again at the lifeless body in her arms, then slowly at the bloody weapon at her uncle’s feet, and then slowly, scarily, raised his head to look straight at Aegon. He bared his teeth at him, each fang now longer than her father’s sword, the growl that escaped his throat sounded so terrifying that everyone started to run and scream. Turning the yard into a madhouse. She saw Aegon petrified in fear, the Queensguard retreating and circling her and her mother, as if the huge, furious dragon wasn’t enough protection.

Balerion moved again, with one sinuous movement of his neck he placed his head right above Aegon’s still frozen figure. Aemond must have sensed what was about to happen, because he fell to his knees and placed both hands on her shoulders, <<Visenya>> he said, his voice tainted with fear, <;<’Senya, stop him>> he kept trying to bring her to reason, yet Balerion opened his maws revealing the orange glimmer of flames forming down the pit of his throat. She felt like him, with the flames of her fury burning all the way up from her stomach. She felt as if she opened her mouth she could breathe fire too. Then she looked around at the people staring in horror at the scene, she felt her mother’s body grow rigid as she tried to stand up but failed, still too weak from the shock. She saw Aemond, helping her to his feet, in what was probably the first time the half sibling had been this close to one another. She saw her father, shaking his head, and then she decided that Aegon would meet his end another day, another time when she could make him feel just as broken as she was now.

<<Daor>> She said to Balerion, who reluctantly allowed for his fire to die in his throat. That didn’t stop him though from snapping his head down and forward and letting out the loudest, most terrible, roar she had ever heard. She saw a glimpse of Aegon falling to the ground and crawling back on his ass, as everyone in the yard started to scream and flee.

She closed her eyes praying that this was just a nightmare, that when she opened her eyes she would be in bed, Aemond sleeping next to her. But that wasn’t to be. When Visenya opened her eyes the yard was empty save for the royal family, the Queensguard, and Balerion, still perched on the wall. <<Come with me>> Said the velvety voice of Aemond while trying to rise to her feet. She resisted for a moment, until she realized that the weight of her brother’s body was gone. She looked up to see that it was held by Daemon, who began to carry him inside, to the silent sisters she knew. Visenya allowed her husband to help her to her feet, she leaned over him, not trusting her own body to carry its weight. She turned for a second towards Balerion, who sniffed her, huffed and flew away, to calm his nerves, she knew.

<<Your mother needs you>> Said Aemond, his voice deprived of all emotions, <<but not in this state>> she looked down at herself. Her dress was covered in blood. Luke’s blood. It stank terrybly, and it was beginning to dry on the fabric and turning it hard and stiff.

Visenya allowed her husband to lead her inside, up the stairs and down the corridors towards the apartments they now shared. Ser Edric opened the doors for them, he remained in the room while Aemond took off her dress. The knight turned around to avoid seeing anything inappropriate, but he never left, he called for hot water when Aemond ordered him to do so, and stayed there when her husband helped her inside the bath, and when he silently and diligently scrubbed every inch of her skin from Luke’s blood. Neither men said anything, all too aware of the situation. Visenya just layed there in the bath, being washed like a child, deprived of all strength and emotion as the knowledge of what happened set in.

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OK so just a concept, here me, fyodor with a darling who has healing powers, which can even undo his power. They touch someone and cure their ailments. Helps even more that darling is not overly innocent, but a mature and smart person, enough to outrun him at times. So what I'm trying to say is, fyodor is mostly either paired with a darling who is an innocent bean or super smart. What if, they're just a kind person who are smart enough to fend him off? They are smart enough to not meddle with PM, ADA, DOA or the guild. Theure just I their own little world, helping people, and not taking shit from anyone. This sounds like a Mary Sue, but I'm tryna make her as realistic as possible. I just want a "rival" for fyodor who is not as low as him (dazai Nikolai) and is not willing to acknowledge him as God. So I think he would really monologue oh hours about how they're perfect for him lol,. Sorry if this was too indulgent, this specifically isn't a request, but I just wanna hear your thoughts lol

without the whole ability thing, this honestly reminded me a lot of ranpo lol! personally, i've always hc'd fyodor as most likely to be interested in a darling without an ability, but for the purpose of this ask let's just push that aside.

cw: yandere character, obsessive behavior, stalking, implied kidnapping

generally, if darling is as smart as fyodor, he'd be very impressed. he's someone who's very cunning and always two steps ahead, so when he realizes there is someone who seems to always avoid his presence, he's more than a little curious. it'll be more intriguing for him if darling was acquainted with someone he knows (maybe dazai, or chuuya, or someone else from the agency/mafia. or even nikolai or sigma!), or if darling was just someone who came to the sky casino before and caught his attention there.

regardless, he finds out about darling and learns that their power does everything his can't. at first, he assumed their ability could 'reverse' the effect of things, after seeing them seemingly undo the damage done by his ability, but after stalking careful observation, he concludes that it has to be some sort of healing ability. there are some limitations to it (as every ability has in the bsd universe), but overall it seems to be the perfect counter to his ability, and that...

well, it made him upset at first. it was infuriating enough that an ability user was right under his nose and still, he was unable to catch them, but it was made worse by the fact that darling could neutralize one of his most powerful assets in the pursuit of his goal. considering their personality, it would be likely that fyodor will end up demanding they join him, as their ability could be of use and he's interested in them.

fyodor justifies his interest by telling himself that darling only used their ability to deal with the effects of abilities and ability users on civilians, so that would mean they are indirectly using their ability to stop other abilities. that was what he was doing too, wasn't it? darling had a more warm approach to the idea, but it was basically the same ideal. oh, but even if darling vehemently disagrees on him with everything, once he decides he likes them, they will be by his side for a long, long time.

#unedited lol #yandere bsd #yandere x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere fyodor x reader #yandere fyodor dostoevsky #yandere fyodor #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #bsd x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs x reader #ask 🐟#anon 🐟#bsd 🐟#fyodor 🐟

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dropout-if · 8 months

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hiiii! If youre still answering for the asks; ❤️🌟 🎵 📸 for everyone? have a nice day/night! 🫶

Hi!! Hope you have a nice day/night too^^

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Jade/Jean- Receiving: Physical touch. Giving: Quality time. Organizing their partner's schedule in their stead, leaving behind little notes (very ooc messages they would never dare to say out loud). Taking their partner out. Anywhere.

Uma- Receiving: Quality time. Giving: Physical touch. Holding hands, hugging, stolen kisses. Drawing their partner and for their partner

Statler- Receiving: Words of affirmation. Giving: Acts of service. Remembering each and every appointment, going out of their way to ease whatever burden their partner has.

Wanda- Receiving: Quality time. Giving: Words of affirmation. The most shameless declarations of love and affection. Late night confessions, sharing secrets with her partner. Impromptu dates.

Kai- Receiving: Physical touch. Giving: Gifts. Very casual and poorly thought tokens of affection, small trinkets: t-shirts, bracelets, etc. Photographs themselves and their s/o together.

Travis- Receiving: Acts of service. Giving: Quality time. Seeing his partner after hours, walking them home, making as much time as possible to text his s/o, taking them to secret and private places.

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

Jade/Jean- thinks about the future, and the path ahead. When that eventually turns into a repetition, J contemplates their past decisions and whether they've made the right choices. The beauty of it would go over their head, so they'd want to watch it with someone who could appreciate it for them. Or just MC.

Uma- loves stargazing and getting lost in the beauty of the night sky. They'd like to value the moment for what it is, and would be very inspired. Uma likes stargazing by themself, but they also like having a friend with them, especially MC and Travis after rekindling their relationship.

Statler- their mind is everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Statler reflects on everything and anything, they tend to overthink so they prefer to avoid quiet moments. They'd love to share the moment with someone who could keep their mind occupied, atm Noir and later on MC.

Wanda- loves nature and stars and sees the night sky as a canvas for adventure and excitement. She may think about new experiences and opportunities. It's a moment Wanda would like to share with Gabi.

Kai- Liv has dragged then once or twice to stargaze. When in idleness, Kai tends to get swallowed by their own mind. They like thinking of the world, of themself and the people around them. It doesn't mix well with Liv, who can't shut up lol. Kai would want to share the moment with someone silently.

Travis- often dislikes idle moments, so Travis would try very hard to make the moment purposeful. He'd contemplate strategies, plans, and ways to overcome challenges. He'd like the moment to be his, or otherwise with someone who could appreciate the quietness.

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

Jade/Jean- they have a few playlists: one for writing (movie ost), one for the gym (basically very 80s and very motivational) and one with their favorite songs. J leans to relaxing music, especially old classics. Their favorites are Frank Sinatra and Elvis Costello.

I mostly associate them with any Taylor Swift breakup song lol (The Story of Us and Back to December mostly).

Uma- has a few playlists with hours and hours of music, though they always end up listening to the same one regardless of the situation. Uma loves alternative and indie music. Their favorites are Garbage and The Cure.

I associate with Billy Idol's Dancing with Myself idk why. Vibes^^

Statler- has many playlists that remind them of people and important moments in their life. They rotate depending on their mood. They're mostly pop and pop rock. Statler loves Taylor Swift and Mitski.

I'll Cover You (Reprise) from Rent often makes me think of them.

Wanda- has a single playlist filled with all kinds of music. It's honestly a big mess. Wanda can't really commit to a favorite artist, she likes almost all kinds of music.

Vivir Así Es Morir de Amor (Nathy Peluso's version) I've been holding back from mentioning songs in Spanish but I can't resist with Wanda.

Kai- doesn't bother with a playlist, they just like tons of songs and listen to that. It's not as messy as Wanda's because Kai tends to be very picky when it comes to basically everything. They love punk, punk rock and grunge. Their favorites include The Clash and The Gits.

I've always associated Doja Cat with Kai fsr (especially Streets).

Travis- prefers saving playlists instead of creating his own. Travis is really into dad rock😭 it's what he mostly listens to. Also has a lofi playlist for work. Travis'favorites are Pink Floyd and The Velvet Underground.

Mitski's Working for The Knife is pretty Travis-coded.

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

Jade/Jean- isn't the most enthusiastic about having their picture taken, but they'd likely prefer a confident and composed pose (a coy smile and a relaxed posture). J isn't really into taking photos, though they sometimes like photographing Downtown Heights. They also appreciate capturing meaningful moments, like family gatherings or achievements.

Uma- is quite comfortable in front of the camera. Uma is a bit awkward when it comes to posing, they prefer to be photographed painting or tattooing. They enjoy taking photos of nature, their artwork/work, or candid shots of friends.

Statler- is very photogenic and doesn't mind having their picture taken. They would choose a warm and inviting pose, possibly with an arm around a friend or loved one. Statler likes taking photos of friends, their partner, and family to preserve memories.

Wanda- loves being the center of attention in photos. Her go-to pose is something fun, spontaneous, and flirtatious. Wanda enjoys photography and frequently takes selfies and candid shots with friends.

Kai- isn't particularly interested in having their picture taken, but when they do, their pose could be casual and nonchalant. Kai loves loves loves photography no matter the subject. They are especially fond of artsy and experimental pics.

Travis- hates having his picture taken. If he does pose, it's be something composed and serious. Travis enjoys taking photos as a way to document information or for practical purposes rather than for personal enjoyment.

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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I have one for Peter to celebrate 100 followers.

Y/N is the daughter of Wanda and Vision (and she also possess the same abilities as Wanda) she’s dating Peter.

One night she gets a call from a crying Peter telling her to come to the school roof. When she gets there, she sees him on the floor crying. She goes over to him and hugs him, him hugging her back (afraid he'll lose her like he lost Aunt May). They stay like that for what feels like forever until MJ and Ned come and find them. They introduce them to Peter 2 and 3 and they agree to help cure the villains (basically the same scene from No Way Home)

When they get to the lab and get to work, Y/N notices some big cuts on Peter's face and uses her powers to heal them. They talk and Y/N wants to help them cure the villains. (I'm thinking Y/N can wear the same outfit as Wanda from MOM) .

During the fight, Y/N and Peter find the Green Goblin and begin fighting him. Peter loses control and begins to get more aggressive. Y/N tries to get him to stop but he won't listen. Peter 2 comes and helps Y/N reason with Peter to get him to stop.

(Can you just do the same ending as No Way Home but with Y/N remembering Peter even after the spell?)

Hope you like! ❤️🖤💜

Hiii! Thank u for this! I’ve been mentally writing one similar to this without te Wanda aspects of it, so This was a being able to actually write it out.

Thanks everyone for joining my celebration💟💜

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Loss: A NWH Holland!Spider-Man/Peter Parker

Summary: Peter has lost May and relies on gf!reader to help him. They fight and cure all the villains but are faced with Peter having to be forgotten by the world.

Fortunately, y/n remembers Peter even after the spell, but at what cost?

More details in the request above.

Warnings: NWH spoilers, death of May, angst, a few curses

Notes: when italics as used for whole paragraphs/sections it’s showing a flashback or otherwise previous event. I don’t think it was needed but hopefully cleans it up a bit lol.

Please lmk you guys want a part 2! Part 2 here

Waking up to her phone ringing loudly with Peter’s personalized ringtone, y/n abruptly mutes the sound so her mother won’t hear and then proceeds to answer his call.

“Petey? It’s late babe, is everything okay?” She asks, sitting up.

“C-ca-can you” Peter attempts, his voice breaking constantly.

“Peter?! What’s going on?! Where are you?! I’m coming to you!” Y/n promises, promptly getting out of bed and rushing to change into some clothes she can leave the house in.

“I-I’m on the school rooftop” he whispers, his voice still catching.

Slipping on a sweatshirt of Peter’s, she grabs her shoes but something feels off.

“Peter, are you safe?” She asks, wondering if his safety was in jeopardy and that was the cause behind her unease.

She would be uneasy with him simply crying as he was now, but this felt different.

“F-for now” he sniffles.

Squinting at his vague statement, y/n rushes over to her closet and decides to change once again.

As she changed into her scarlet colored “hero outfit” as the avengers called it, she kept Peter talking.

She hadn’t gotten him to explain what was happening that made him upset, but he’d finally stopped crying, him stating something about just hearing her voice making him less panicked.

Checking to ensure her outfit was complete, she zipped her boots.

Y/n threw on a black hoodie Peter bought her so that it concealed her leather corset-like top and threw her crown headpiece into her school bag.

She informed Peter she would have to hang up so she could get to him as she planned on using her levitation power to fly to him rather than walk or steal her mom’s car.

She was fairly experienced with using this power and used it more often than her mother Wanda, aka The Scarlet Witch did. Much to her mother’s disapproval as it often was done because y/n was late.

But, she knew she’d need both hands free to get to Peter safely and as quickly as she could.

As she rocketed across the sky, rain blowing past her once dry face, she looked around at her surroundings.

She and Peter always enjoyed looking at the lights of the city lighting up the evening sky and streets as they’d levitate/swing through the night.

However, tonight it was just her.

And while it was beautiful still, she couldn’t feel any positive emotions towards the city as she knew that something happened tonight here that made Peter upset.

She had told Peter she’d never use her abilities to try and read his mind, or otherwise do anything unethical, years ago when they first met.

However, tonight she dared to use her telepathy to communicate to Peter that she was nearly to him.

Doing so, she could feel the immense emotional pain he was experiencing and it nearly caused her to drop to the Brooklyn streets below her.

She had to fight to steady herself and keep her levitation going.

She also had to resist the urge to look around in his mind to see what was causing her precious boyfriend this much pain.

She knew Peter’s identity had been exposed but after Mr. Murdock helped him win his case against Mysterio’s false allegations, he’d started to feel more like himself.

She also knew that not getting into his dream school or even backup schools was troubling for him but she’d assured him they’d figure something out.

He felt horrible that he had impacted y/n’s college prospects as well, even though she assured him that her mother’s own mistakes a few years ago in Lagos already made it difficult.

She hadn’t heard much from him tonight as he simply told her he was going to speak to a mutual friend about college.

She knew he meant an avenger and while she didn’t think it was necessary, she figured no harm could really come of a simple conversation and asking for advice from one of their allies.

After all, they all knew who he was before his identity leaked and they had been sure to protect him and y/n from a lot of the more serious or dangerous aspects of their work.

She had no idea he’d went to Dr. Strange today to request he use a spell to undo the recent events. Let alone that he had done it to help y/n, MJ, and Ned with their schooling.

However, she was soon about to find out all of the chaos that erupted in the last 24hrs.

———

“Oh, Peter!” Y/n gasps, landing in the rooftop a few feet from him.

Peter’s head lifts and turns to her, breaking her heart as she sees the steady flow of tears on his face.

Y/n sprints to him and drops to her knees, her arms cradling his shaking body.

“What happened baby?” She asks, her hand pushing water out of his hair as she strokes his soaked head.

“M-May” he sobs, gripping onto y/n’s sweater with a vise grip.

“What about May?” She asks, her heart rate increasing as his does.

“I- I.. she… we…” he says, trying to figure out where to start.

“Shhh baby it’s okay. Where’s May Peter?” Y/n asked softly.

Peter sobbed more and held y/n closer to him, causing her to feel a tidal wave of nausea and anxiety rise as she contemplated what his reaction likely meant.

“Sh-she. She’s dead” he said, his body crumpling into her arms.

Y/n held her own emotions back for his sake and apologized to him as she merely held him to her.

She knew she didn’t need to apologize, she’d done nothing wrong.

But she wasn’t sure what to do and she knew what it was like to lose a loved one.

To lose a parental figure and have no control over it.

It was an unbearable pain that she wouldn’t wish upon anyone, certainly not Peter.

They sat there for a while just listening to each other’s heart beats and breathing.

“Peter, what happened?” Y/n asks, noticing his breathing has steadied from what it was when she arrived.

“I- I can’t” he whimpered, looking at his lap.

“Can you?” He asks, looking at her and tapping his head.

“Are you sure?” She asks. “Any limits?”

“No limits” he informs her, pulling her closer to him in desperation to feel her presence and know she’s here.

“Okay” she whispers, hesitantly reaching up to hold his face and let her telepathic ability connect easier.

Peter stared at her as she sifted through his memories.

He could feel the recollection of events faintly but realized she was manipulating it in a way that would allow him to not feel additional pain from it as she watched it unfold.

He knew she’d never try to erase his pain or emotions as much as she wanted him to be happy.

After a particularly rough mission, they talked about it and both agreed it was better to feel pain than to feel numb and that’s when she told him she’d never manipulate his feelings.

He acknowledged this was different.

It wasn’t his own brain forcing him to recall the memories at this moment.

If it had been, she would’ve left his emotional connection alone.

Instead it was the visual playback she was watching through his memories that was minutely noticeable rather than the memories themselves.

He watched her face trying to see her reactions and see if she blamed Peter the way he blamed himself.

Once she had finished, she lowered her hands as the tears she’d managed to contain thus far fell freely.

“I messed up” Peter whispers, hating that this is now causing his girlfriend pain as well, “and now May had to suffer”.

“Peter, this isn’t your fault and we’re going to get through this okay?” Y/n promises.

Peter forces a nod.

“N-no one has come to try to hurt you yet?” He asks, his eyes trying to look over her but the sweatshirt was covering her arms and upper body.

“No Peter. I’m safe, I’m here” she assures him.

Peter whimpers, “I was so worried you’d be hurt”.

Before she could reassure him again, he continued.

“If I don’t fix this, you could be. I… I can’t lose you. I already lost May… if something happened to you-” Peter rambles.

“It won’t. You won’t lose me. Okay?” She kisses his forehead as tears stream down both of their faces.

Peter snuggles in closely to her chest as he refuses to let her go, as if holding her tightly would prevent any harm to her.

Y/n embraces him back and rocks them slightly as she rests her chin on Peter’s head that’s tucked into her neck.

———

Neither one are sure how long they’ve been in that position when Peter hears someone approaching.

Peter instantly pulls back and stands up, stepping in front of y/n as she starts to stand.

Y/n places her hand on his shoulder to calm him when she see’s it’s Ned and MJ.

“What’re you guys doing here?” Y/n asks as Peter’s fear lowers but he doesn’t move away from shielding y/n.

“We heard what happened…” MJ replies.

“Yeah… the news covered it. We’re sorry Peter” Ned says, walking towards the couple.

After multiple apologies and attempts to comfort Peter, Ned bites his lip as MJ gives y/n a face that says she’s about to drop some big news.

Last time MJ made that face towards y/n it was about MJ admitting she actually had feelings for a classmate.

However, tonight y/n knew that face was likely a much bigger topic.

“What is it?” Y/n asks hesitantly.

Peter looks between his friends and girlfriend as he waits.

“So… you know how you said the villains were from other universes?” Ned asks, looking at y/n since she’d been the one to catch them up.

The news obviously covered the villains showing up out of nowhere, May’s death, and Peter’s connection to all of it.

However, it didn’t cover what exactly transpired with any detail which left y/n to do that for MJ and Ned.

Y/n nods her head, prompting MJ to respond, “well, we kinda knew that already”.

“How?” Peter asks, rubbing his already red eyes to get the rain out.

“That’s not a very easy answer… see… MJ and I were at my Lola’s house… watching the… news. When some people showed up” Ned explains.

“Are you guys hurt?” Peter panics.

“No, they were not villains” MJ says, “trust me, I even threw bread at them”.

“Bread?” Y/n laughs once in shock.

“Who were they?” Peter asked.

“Well, why don’t you ask them?” Ned points just as two shadows appear.

Peter steps back in front of y/n again protectively, even though her hands are already glowing in preparation of an attack.

“Aye, wait wait, woah” Peter blurts as the two men hop closer to their group.

“Sorry, about May” the older one says, his hands held up in surrender.

“Yeah. Sorry” the other one says, y/n and Peter noticing his outfit is similar to Peter’s Spider-Man suit.

This man tries to explain that he knows what it’s like but Peter cuts him off.

“No please don’t tell me you know what it is you’re going through” Peter remarks.

He turns his head back to look at y/n only to see she’s at his side now instead.

He makes eye contact with her before looking back to the man, “y/n is the only one here who knows and she didn’t even try to tell me that. She let me feel what I’m dealing with. So you don’t get to tell me you understand and hope it helps. She- May is gone”.

Squeezing Peter’s hand, y/n eyes the two men in front of them trying to understand what is happening.

“And it’s all my fault” he chokes.

Y/n tightens her grip on his hand as he holds his ground with the others, letting him know she didn’t agree about his self blame and that she was here for him.

———

It took some time but Peter and y/n were informed and caught up on who these two guys were.

Turns out… they were Peter Parker… well a Peter Parker.

Evidently there were Peter Parkers who were Spider-Man in other universes and when Dr. Strange did the spell, it brought them here.

It took some convincing to get Peter, her Peter, to once again agree to help the villains recover and get home.

Now they were seated in the school’s science lab, working on antidote methods for each villain.

Y/n pushed her notepad away and turned to face Peter. The real Peter. Her Peter.

“Oh Pete, do they hurt?” Y/n asks, her thumb underlining the gashes on his face.

“A bit” he admits, his hands on her thigh, “but I’ll be okay”.

She shakes her head and raises her other hand to cup his face.

“It’s an easy fix” she lies.

It wasn’t a particularly difficult task given her abilities but it was one she didn’t have a ton of experience with.

You’d think with her boyfriend being Spider-Man that she’d have used her powers to fix his wounds and ailments on a nightly basis.

However, she’d only recently learned how to utilize this particular power.

It had taken a random elementary school aged child bleeding in Europe after having fallen from the Ferris wheel during Mysterio’s attack projections for her to learn she could.

She’d watched the kid trying to limp away from the scene but struggling due to the large leg wound.

Planning on just applying pressure, y/n rushed to her and placed her hands on the injury and felt this tingling sensation in her hands.

When she pulled her hands back, the child’s leg was healed.

She’d worked to replicate that healing ability since and learned that -as with most of her powers- it required great concentration on the task at hand.

This was particularly challenging tonight considering there were two strangers with them (who shared her boyfriend’s new and alter ego) in their school lab that they’d all broken into in order to cure villains that killed Aunt May.

It was a lot to process to say the least.

“Are you sure about this Peter?” Y/n asked the pressing question she suppressed asking until his cuts had healed under her fingers.

“About?” He asks, kissing her hands as a thank you.

“This whole curing them thing” she says, shrugging.

She knew how it sounded, but she knew what it was like to be in his position.

She also was hurting herself over May’s death as they’d been very close.

“You don’t think we should?” He asks.

“It’s not that. Peter you’re incredible and I’ll do whatever it is you want to do. It’s just that need to know it’s okay if you’re hesitant about this” she tells him, looking into his eyes.

“I am a bit… namely with…” he trails off but y/n nods to tell him she knows who he’s referring to.

“But I think it’s what May would want me to do” he adds.

“I agree, it’s definitely a May thing and you pushing past your reservations is definitely a Peter thing” y/n comments, squeezing his hand.

“A Peter thing?” He laughs softly.

“Well a you thing I guess. I don’t know about the other Peters, but they’re here after all, so probably” she explains.

Peter nods, looking around at the older guys who share his name and identity.

His fear spikes knowing what they told him about losing their loved ones and namely about Gwen…

Y/n can see the turmoil in Peter’s eyes prompting her to squeeze his hand so he looks her way.

“You share a name and a hero identity. But you’re not the exact same. Things aren’t going to play out the same way. You’re my Peter, my Spider-Man. And together we’re going to accomplish this side by side” she assures him.

“Together” Peter nods, pulling her in for another hug.

———

“Osborne, please, I know you’re in there” y/n argues, struggling against the grip Green Goblin has on her.

She could easily blast her powers and send him flying, but that wouldn’t allow her to inject him with the serum they needed to cure him.

“As I told your little friend, Norman’s on sabbatical honey” he chuckles darkly.

Y/n groans and lightly pulses her power to send him off of her but keep him in near distance.

“We’re trying to help” she remarks, standing up and walking towards him with flaming hands ready.

“I don’t need your help” he hisses, stepping on to the mini hoverboard he used.

Y/n raises her hands to shield off the shots he begins firing at her.

Meanwhile, Peter (1) finishes tossing Ned one of the solutions when his spidey senses begin alerting him.

He throws his head back and forth, looking between each villain and his teammates.

His pace quickens when he still cannot find y/n.

His heart races, thumping wildly against his chest as his strained eyes search through the dark.

He mentally counts off which villains he’s found and which he hasn’t, hoping maybe he’ll find the villain she’s with first and then find her.

Just then, shots ring out and his body freezes as realization hits him.

She’s with Green Goblin.

She’s fighting Green Goblin, alone.

His eyes narrowing on anything green, he locates y/n and shoots a web as far as he can, swinging himself off a bar and closer to them.

His breathing hitches as he sees the panic on her face as her shield wavers slightly from exhaustion.

Y/n curses herself for not being more diligent in the training her mother wanted her to do.

Peter uses his webs to pull the hoverboard out from under Osborne’s body, sending him crashing down.

Y/n drops her shield and rushes to them as Peter lifts the hoverboard above his head and walks towards Osborne.

Y/n sees the rage in his eyes and decides to use her telekinetic ability to pull the board from his hands and set it down elsewhere.

Peter frowns before focusing back on Osborne as they exchange fists.

Y/n helps Peter in trying to incapacitate him so they can cure him.

However, without using her full abilities and both her and Peter being exhausted mentally and physically, they’re struggling.

Osborne gets a decent strike in and uses a shattered piece of glass from the ground to hit y/n in the abdomen.

Peter notices as she lands on the ground, pressing on her wound.

One downside to her healing ability? It doesn’t work on herself.

Peter was already enraged and wanting to kill Osborne but he fought it for May, for y/n, and the vision they saw of who he was.

But now, killing Osborne is the only option Peter can see. The only path before him.

Peter flips himself backwards to grab the board and while his webs deactivated the majority of weapons on it, the blades on the points at the front are still functional.

That’s all he needs to finish this.

Peter feels a surge of energy as he thinks about how ironic, how almost poetic, it will be to use his hoverboard to kill Osborne the way he killed May.

“Peter! Don’t” y/n yells, realizing his intent.

She scrambles to her feet and tries to reach him but she knows she’ll be too late.

She debates firing a bolt of energy towards the board to break it, but rejects it knowing her injury may cause her aim to be off and hit him.

“Peter please! This isn’t you! Don’t do this!” She pleads, shakily stepping closer to him.

While earlier tonight, she wondered if he really wanted to cure them, she never saw this coming.

She simply assumed maybe he’d just want to send them home without curing them first.

Not kill.

In her peripheral vision she sees Peter 2 running over and begs him to help stop Peter 1.

After much struggling, her Peter finally submits and drops the drone/hoverboard.

Peter 2 takes the syringe and injects Osborne as her Peter rushes to her.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pushing his hand against her wound.

“I’m okay Pete. It’s over now, look” she says, pointing to where Osborne, the true Osborne, is sitting next to Peter 2.

He nods and strikes her face with his free hand, “we need to get you help”.

“My mom can handle it” she says, laughing.

“Your mom will kill me, rightfully so” Peter sighs.

“Stop. It’s not your fault Peter” she argues.

Peter helps her up and supports her weight as they walk after she fights him carrying her.

“What’s that?” Y/n asks, pointing towards the sky where there is a bright purple glow.

Peter gulps and looks at Peter 2, “can you get her to safety? I need to handle this”.

“Peter what?” She asks, reaching for him as Peter 2 holds her up.

“I’ll explain when I can” he kisses her forehead before launching himself towards where Dr. Strange was waiting.

———

“No, absolutely not” y/n cries, shaking her head so adamantly it causes her torso to shift an tug on her poorly done stitches.

Since she couldn’t heal herself, Peter 3 used the stitching from her backpack (she’d brought with to carry the serums) and a shard of metal to stitch the wound.

He’d had experience stitching his own wounds, but he had limited resources here and y/n knew she’d need her mother to cleanse the wound and heal it so it wouldn’t be infected.

"I'll find you. okay? I promise you, whatever happens, I’ll find you, and we'll be together, and everything will be good again” Peter promises, cupping her face.

She shakes her head as tears keep falling, “I don’t like this. Peter… this plan sucks. Magic sucks. I’d give mine up to not lose you”.

" I'll always find my way back to you." He assures her, rubbing some dirt and dried blood from her cheek.

"Hey…. no tears, alright? This isn't goodbye” he says.

“I could never forget you, but I don’t like this risk. Magic has fucked us over in the past. Please don’t” y/n pleads, a firm grip on his suit.

"Y/n, I have to. I’m so sorry, I never meant to get you involved or get you hurt. I have to fix this and this is how” he says, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Fine. But Peter, you... you must know, before anything else happens tonight. You must know that you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me” she says.

Peter closes his eyes and holds her tightly.

As the sky flows brighter, he pulls back and gives her a desperate, needy kiss.

“I love you Petey” she whines, resting her head on his forehead.

“I love you y/n y/m/n y/l/n. And I promise, I’ll make you remember me. I’ll explain everything. We’ll figure it out, together” he promises before heading back to Dr. Strange.

Y/n sobs as MJ and Ned embrace her.

They all watch as Peter and Dr. Strange begin the spell. Y/n attempts to throw up a shield around her brain.

But her exhaustion, injury, and promise to Peter to let him do this stop her.

Instead, she feels a tightness in her chest as she watches the sky glow so bright it forces her to close her eyes.

———2 months later ———

Peter felt his hands shake as he stood outside y/n’s door.

He groaned as the internal battle in his head reigned on.

For the last two months, Peter had kept his distance.

He tried to keep his promise, he really did.

Immediately upon the successful completion of Dr. Strange’s spell, Peter drafted a note trying to explain to y/n who he was.

A week later he was ready and went to the cafe MJ and y/n worked at.

He had the detailed note in his hand as he entered the cafe, seeing MJ at the counter and Ned drinking from a mug next to her.

His eyes darted around for the one person he desperately needed to see.

“Can I help you? A name for your order perhaps?” MJ asked, clearly not recognizing him.

Peter knew the plan had worked when he returned to no home and little to no belongings but hearing his friends not recognizing him hit harder.

He looked at the scratch above MJ’s eye and then the one on Ned’s arm.

While the sight of their injuries joined his plague of guilt, he knew seeing y/n’s would cripple him.

“I.. I’m Peter. Yo-your head, are you okay?” Peter asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I don’t know how it happened. I think probably a car accident as my friend Ned” Mj said pointing towards him, “has a cut too and so does our friend y/n”.

Peter forces a tight nod, “and you’re all okay?”.

“We are mostly. Y/N’s got infected as she was really upset after whatever happened and refused to let anyone treat it. She’s better now, but it wasn’t good.” MJ told him.

Peter felt bile in his throat as he crumpled the note in his coat pocket.

He knew it wasn’t likely y/n remembered him, she wasn’t supposed to after all.

But, her reaction told him she at least knew something was off and it caused her to act against her best interests.

And he was the one to blame for that.

He was the reason she was hurt.

He was the reason she felt off after the spell.

He was the reason she refused care.

Even if she didn’t remember him, he was the reason behind her trauma.

He couldn’t be that reason anymore.

If she never remembered him, she’d be safe.

If she never remembered him, she’d be happy.

If she never remembered him, she’d move on.

If she never remembered him, she’d find someone who deserved her.

If she never remembered him, she could live her life.

If she never remembered him, he would hurt for the rest of time.

But, If she never remembered him, she’d be better off so the pain he’d have would be worth it.

“Oh, I’m sorry” Peter said, ducking his head and quickly leaving the cafe.

Just as he stepped into the cold, he could hear her voice as she asked MJ what she missed.

His heart shattered as he hear y/n whisper his name, “Peter?”

He wasn’t sure if the confusion in her tone was her wondering why he was leaving abruptly without ordering, if some part of her recognized his name, or if she was simply reading the name MJ put down for his order.

He wouldn’t let the desire to find out win. He pushed it down and closed the door behind him without looking back.

That was two months ago.

Since then, he tried calling her, texting her, going to the cafe to see her, etc. But this battle in his head stopped him every time.

He let the guilt for May’s death and y/N’s injury take ahold of him.

He concluded the voice in his head telling him he was to blame and that the only way y/n could truly be safe was to let her forget him.

Yet, here he was… note in his shaking hand, knocking on her door.

Before he could regret his choice, the door opened and revealed y/n.

She was wearing one of his sweatshirts, her eyes red, no makeup on, blotchy skin from crying, an icecream container in her hand.

She looked just as beautiful as when he saw her last.

Her breath caught suddenly before she set the tub of icecream down.

Peter watched her for a moment, wondering how to explain who he was.

Little did he know, she knew.

Of course she knew.

She knew from the moment after the spell.

She didn’t now how or why she’d remembered him en no or else did.

But she did.

Everyone told her she was crazy.

That she made up her boyfriend as if he were some imaginary friend.

They told her Peter Parker did not exist.

But she knew they were wrong.

In fact, there were at least three Peter Parkers.

She’d met them just the other night.

There was only one though that was her Peter.

She needed her Peter back.

Since she remembered him, she hoped MJ and Ned would too.

But they didn’t.

She was all alone in her memories of the selfless boy she’d fallen in love with.

The boy she fought side by side with to protect their city and the world.

Yet, no one knew his name.

No one knew him.

No one but her.

It hurt her on a daily basis and yet Peter never showed.

He promised.

She trusted him.

She spent that first week trying find him.

But due to the spell, there were no traces of him anywhere.

Roughly a week after that night, she’d been at work when it seemed he stopped by.

She’d been in the bathroom but upon entering the cafe lounge, she felt this weight lift and she curiously looked around to see why.

Then she saw him.

Peter had his back to her, one foot out the cafe door.

But she’d recognize him anywhere, even from his side and/or back profile.

Her breath hitched but she called after him weakly.

He paused for a fraction of a second, reaffirming her recognition of him.

But then he was gone.

He heard her but didn’t respond.

He never turned around.

He never looked to her.

He never tried to tell her like he promised.

He just cut her off.

Now months later, he is standing in front of her apartment.

How he even knew where she lived was beyond her as she’d moved since last seeing him.

She couldn’t stand sleeping in a room where Peter had been.

A room where the photos she had framed with him in them were suddenly gaps on her wall.

A room where he’d comforted her when she needed it.

A room where that no longer happened.

A room that was a constant reminder of him.

A room that was a constant reminder of what they were.

A room that was a constant reminder of that night.

A room that was a constant reminder of May’s death.

A room that was a constant reminder that he was gone.

A room that was a constant reminder that they were done.

A room that was a constant reminder of his broken promise.

Her mom and Happy helped her get her own apartment hoping it would help her.

They attributed her suffering to May’s death.

And wile that was part of it, that wasn’t the whole story.

“Can I help you?” She asks, putting up an emotional wall between them.

“Uhh… yeah. This will sound crazy… but please hear me out. My name is Peter and-“ Peter began, scuffing his across her doormat.

“I know who you are Peter. Why are you here?” She asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Y-y-you do?” He stutters, eyes wide but a small smile starting.

“Mhm. Of course I do. We went to school together, we fought together with the avengers, we went nearly everywhere together” She begins.

“You were my best friend, my confidant, my l-l-love of my life… my boyfriend” She finishes, shaking her head.

Peter feels his heart swell at her compliments and recognition of him, but his stomach drops at seeing the emotion in her eyes.

“Well I guess you technically still are my boyfriend since we never officially broke up. I guess I’ll fix that now for us-“ she begins, desperately trying to reform her distance from him so he couldn’t hurt her heart again.

“Y/n, I-“ he says, his voice weak.

“No Peter. I don’t want to hear it. I’ve waited over TWO MONTHS for you to give me this conversation. Two months with nothing from you” y/n says, hoping he’ll just tell her he was too nervous she wouldn’t remember him to seek her out.

“You weren’t supposed to remember me” he whispers.

Y/n scoffs, “yeah well how well did that work out? Hmm? Because I do Peter. I remember it all”.

“I- I’m sorry” he sighs.

“For what Peter? For lying to me? For breaking your promise? For betraying my trust? For breaking my heart?” Y/n chokes as tears start falling.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean to hurt you” He frowns.

“Yet here we are” she says coldly, trying to keep her walls up against him.

“I thought it would be what was best for you” he admits, lifting his eyes to look at her.

“W-what?” She whispers, confused.

“I thought a fresh start with someone else would be good” He sighs.

“A fresh start?! So it was your way of ending things! That’s fantastic Peter! You couldn’t even just tell me you didn’t end to be with me any more. No you had to pretend I didn’t exist. That-… that we didn’t exist all because you wanted a fresh start?!” Y/n snaps, her chest tightening.

“Do you truly think so little of me?" Peter asks, tears in his eyes, “I didn’t want to breakup with you. I wanted you to move on to someone else, someone who wouldn’t jeopardize your safety “.

“You don’t get to make that choice for me Peter!” Y/n yells, the hurt in her chest reaching maximum capacity.

"I thought you’d forget me and if it stayed that way you’d be safe. It wasn’t easy but I tried to forget you. To protect you. I’ve never tried so hard in my life. But, it's impossible. It’s simply not possible for me to stop thinking about you” Peter rambles.

“So what?! I don’t get a choice because you wanted to ‘protect’ me. You fight to forget me but now that you can’t and now that you’re hurt , you come ? If that’s the case, you’re saying your pain isn’t worth my safety all of a sudden when for the last two months it evidently was?!” Y/n argues.

“No, it’s just… I realized that, like you just said, it wasn’t my choice to make. That if I focused the energy and time I put into trying to forget you, into getting stronger, faster, and otherwise more adept to precut you that we wouldn’t have to lose what we had not risk your safety. “ he explains, rubbing his neck.

“Your safety always has and always will come first. I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t thought this through meticulously” he adds, trying to grab her hand.

She steps back, “I don’t need you to protect me Peter. I can take care of myself”.

“I know. You’re more than capable but I don’t ever want to be the reason you’re hurt” he sighs, looking at her side even though it is covered by her sweatshirt.

Y/n sighs and runs her hand through her tangled hair, “I don’t know what to do here Peter. I don’t know where to go from here or how”.

"Well, we're a team. Remember? So let's face this one together” he suggests.

“Together? Is that meant to be a cruel joke?! Where was the togetherness when everyone called me crazy? When everyone told me I made you up? When I had to cut MJ and Ned out of my life because they reminded me too much of you while they didn’t even recall who you were?!” Y/n asks angrily.

“I didn't mean for any of this to happen!” He defends.

“I know Peter. But you don’t get it, that makes this so much harder because then I feel bad for hating what you did to me. Because it wasn’t intentional. Except that part of it was. The outcomes may not have been what you wanted but they were a result of your choices and actions the worst part is you don't know what it was like” she sobs.

“If you’d wanted to, you could’ve talked about me to anyone. When I tried, I was told I was crazy. I had no one to go to. I should’ve at least had you. But I didn’t because you chose to remove yourself from my life without even consulting me. I was told I was crazy so often by those I cared about that I started to wonder if maybe I was crazy. After all, the Peter I knew, would never break a promise he made me, let alone my heart. But you did” y/n says, her fists clenching to stop shaking.

“I don’t care what your reasons were, you hurt me. I can't believe I ever trusted you...” she finishes, refusing to look at him as tears stream down both of their faces.

"I will never stop apologizing for this y/n but please, just... tell me how to fix this. " he begs.

“Peter, you lied to me. You abandoned me. I don’t think you can fix something like that” y/n says, breaking her own heart at the confession.

“I can't lose you...” he cries.

“Don’t you dare Peter! I was the one who lost you first, not the other way around! You say you don’t want to lose me yet chose to push me out of your life” y/n gasps.

“I know! Believe me, I’ve questioned myself everyday. Wondering if I was doing was really what was best for you or not. Because it hurt like hell. I’m sorry. I want to fix us, I want you, I want us back. So please?! What am I supposed to do?! I beg of you! Tell me, what the hell I am supposed to do?! " he sobs.

“If you don’t want to hurt me, please don't look at me like that...” y/n whispers, her eyes breaking away from him.

“Like what?” He whispers.

“Like you’re still in love with me, like you’re still the same exact boy I loved, like you’re still my Peter” she sighs.

“But I am y/n, I swear. You have to believe me” he pleads, stepping closer.

“God damnit Peter! I did! I believed in you, in us” She cries, stepping away, “but now…”.

“Now what?” Peter asks hesitantly a more of awkward and tense silence.

“I can’t trust you anymore” She concludes, choking on another sob as she shuts the door between them.

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Do you guys want a part 2 with a happy ending?! Let me know!💟💜 Part 2 here.

Peter taglist: @galaxyholland @spideysbae @mcushvft @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @justapurrcat

Why am I in such an angsty mood? Poor Peter has been suffering 😭

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okay hi I just read everything you have for the precure au and I genuinely love all of it so much

consider: minor arc where wet cat (artic fox like fairy from the mascot kingdom?) etho turns up in the human world because he exploded a contraption he made so hard he blasted off into the sky team rocket style and this somehow leads to the cures establishing some kind of connection to the mascot world (similar to what happens with the skyland portal in hirogaru sky) and it helps gem, ren, and iskall with some of their stress (lol) about the whole situation (perhaps this causes an angst arc for pearl? because now shes the only one who cant see her loved ones?)

HIIII YESSS thanks for reading the posts 🥺💖

Pathetic washed up Etho… I’ve been turning this over in my head. It’s a nice way to include a new character + establish a connection between the Hermit Kingdom and the human world bc it’s been one way so far.

Having some pre-existing mascot dynamics would be soo fun. Gem and Etho being friends and sparring. Prince Ren happily running around Bdubs. Xisuma sorting out palace affairs with a 🙂 on his face. But then everything changed when the Corporation attacked 😔

Also re: Pearl, I’ve been kind of bullshitting the villains because I’m not going to put any hermit into the role of a “true” villain, because the real villain is capitalism/corporations/art theft etc. Doc is the only one who’s kind of established, and he’s like… a retired member of the Corporation and he doesn’t gaf now and farms his tomatoes. But he still knows Pearl soo yeah. I feel bad for Pearl :(

Thanks for the ask! :D

#ask box #answered #precure au

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I’m not totally ready to write Jensen off as an actor or a person, yet. But, his fans are so ridiculous it makes me like him less to spite them. I can’t help it. It’s like a instinctive response, like the Destiel or Cockles effect, for me. The fans are so idiotic that I can’t stand the mention of either stupid ship. Well, Jensen’s fans are so simpering it makes me care less when he does do something good.

But back to the point, the bar of amazement for them is set so low, literally, he can converse with more than one person at a time, at a con, which he’s being doing for more than ten years, regularly, and it’s a wonder to them.

He listens to others and prepares to respond???

WHAT!? HOW?!

Is he a witch??

OMG, He. Is. PERFECT!!

Like, please stop wetting your panties over the simplest things? I’m a teacher, so I do what Jensen did while thinking about a question. AND I listen for grammar errors at the same time. Where is MY award? 🙄

I find this all especially annoying because these same people who are fascinated and awed by Jensen's every sniffle, downplay Jared's actually impressive achievements. "He works near home, he stayed on the CW, he produced a show to give himself a job, he only made a spinoff because Jensen did…etc.". Jared could cure cancer and adopt a hundred orphans, and they’d ignore it or try to make it a negative. Then Jensen would put a bandaid on his own kid, and they’d be campaigning to get him a Nobel peace prize or whatever the medical equivalent is.

Make these dummies make sense.

You're not the only one his fans are alienating! There have been some annoyed fans of other projects (like The Boys, and Big Sky), who also find the AAs over-the-top, 'the-savior-has-arrived' praise incredibly off-putting, and frankly, insulting to all the other creators who were there before Jensen ever arrived.

"Jared could cure cancer and adopt a hundred orphans, and they’d ignore it or try to make it a negative. Then Jensen would put a bandaid on his own kid, and they’d be campaigning to get him a Nobel peace prize or whatever the medical equivalent is." So much this! I think they set the bar so low for Jensen so that he literally cannot disappoint them, but then set the bar so high for Jared that everything he does disappoints them (thereby reaffirming Jensen's supposed superiority).

And can I just say, in all seriousness, thank you for all of your hard work and willingness to be a teacher. It's an incredibly tough job, and often thankless, so, while this isn't tangible, please accept this digital award for all the work you do to guide the young minds in your care!

(And please forgive any grammatical mistakes. LOL!)

#ask box #anti aas #anti jensen worship #anti jared hate #teacher support #because there aren't enough awards for the work they do

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My 2023 In Anime

Ah, 2023. What a year! According to my Anime Planet custom 2023 list, I watched 20 anime this year. A couple of them I haven’t finished yet and a couple of them are DNF. As the year dwindles down to its final days, I’m gonna take a look back at what anime I watched in 2023. Beware of spoilery discussion for all of the tagged shows.

Sorted by season and then in the order they appear on my list.

Winter 2023

Nijiyon Animation: Nijigasaki is my favorite flavor of Love Live (it’s the first one I watched, I like the characters a lot, the songs are great and there’s literally a girl also named Emma in the cast) and so I will never say no to more Niji. Cute fun bite-sized episodes. There was even a touching farewell to Tomori Kusunoki as Setsuna. I just saw that they’re going to do a second season, so I’m looking forward to that.

The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague: Holy crap, this show was a pretty little nothingburger. Literally NOTHING happened aside from the characters becoming friends. The two leads didn’t even kiss?!?! I wanted to see how they might handle that - the idea of people who are imbued with yokai powers is a neat one, but oof. This was unsatisfying.

UniteUp!: My dark horse favorite of the season, a bishonen idol show that dealt with some of the more realistic/uglier aspects of fame and the idol industry specifically. There were some production delays (that’s the story of 2023 across the industry, isn't it?) but I actually really enjoyed how they handled those - they showed these neat behind the scenes episodes with the voice actors. I love behind the scenes. The characters have a lot of heart, the songs were really good and the dancing looked excellent too. I think this is getting a second season too? If so, I’m thrilled to spend more time in this world.

Handyman Saitou in Another World: I actually watched an isekai! Holy shit! But it wasn’t one of those lazy paint-by-numbers isekai shows that are just a dime a dozen. I like how it showed Saitou using his skills (undervalued in our world) to get stuff done in the high fantasy world he found himself in after a Truck-kun situation. There WAS a bit too much fanservice for my liking - I’m a sports fan, so I’m used to that “oof, as a cis woman I am NOT the target demo here” feeling lol, but still - and I feel like they did a few too many “he’s dead! But not really because magic!” fake-outs. But hey! Ai Fairouz was in the cast here! I like her!

Buddy Daddies: OHHH did I enjoy this one. Great music, I love Kazuki and Rei, you could tell there was someone on the staff who is a gearhead based on how they portrayed cars, Miri is great, lol at how they overcome bureaucracy crime-style…Tumblr loved this one and with good reason. Also I definitely ship those two guys lol. The one downside is I feel like they kinda fridged Kazuki’s wife and Miri’s mom. They could’ve done a bit better by their adult female characters. I do still get the opening song stuck in my head now and again, though.

Soaring Sky/Hirogaru Sky Precure: Folks, this is the year I got Precurepilled. I tried Delicious Party last year but bounced off of it after episode 1 - it just didn’t hit for me somehow - but this one GOT ME! This is still ongoing and will be through the end of January (50 episodes y’all!), so I can’t speak with finality about it, but so far so good. The first boy Cure! The first adult Cure! She drives a Hummer for some reason lol! I think Mashiro is my favorite! It’s been so much fun to theorize about the story (I was SO wrong about Yoyo being Sora’s hero from her childhood, ha…) and watch it unfold. I do think they waited a bit too long to bring in the Kaiserin storyline, but hey, we’ll get a few more episodes to wrap everything up, right? As for Wonderful Precure, I don’t know lol the concept isn’t getting me hyped up, but I will at least watch episode 1 and go from there.

Spring 2023

Kira Kira Precure A La Mode: Still the only Precure season I’ve completed to date lol. This one was so much fun. I love sweets and baking, so I had great fun here, sometimes even shouting at the TV to try to help Ichika with her doomed bakes when she inevitably forgot baking powder or whatever. When I realized that Ciel had literally been in the opening credits since episode 1, that blew my mind lol. I DO wish they would’ve just let Julio become the first boy Cure, but hey, he walked so Cure Wing could fly. Himari is baby and Akira/Yukari is Haruka/Michiru for the 2010s. Aoi’s band made some good music. The very last scene was very sweet. Both ending songs are total earworms. Good stuff.

Skip and Loafer: This show is SO FREAKING CUTE. I just love these goofballs. I love how Nao-chan is able to just be herself and is not subjected to transphobia all the time. Mitsumi is adorable and also extremely relatable. I liked this one so much that I’ve started to read the manga, picking up where the anime left off. (2023 is also the year that Atlanta got a Kinokuniya location, which is very exciting for me, though maybe less so for my credit card lmao.) Season 2 pls? I would love to spend more time here.

Gundam The Witch from Mercury Season 2: Damn, this show needed at least one more season. Preferably two more. I was fully expecting 50 episodes like what Gundam Wing got lol. It needed more time to breathe, to show us more about the other characters (Lilique my beloved!) and to flesh out the big story. But alas, this is not a perfect world, and what we got was still pretty damn good, and also Sulemio married. That’s my interpretation. That's everyone's interpretation, isn't it?

Star Twinkle Precure: I’m still working on this one, but I FREAKING LOVE IT. The day-glo 80s aesthetic is right up my damn alley, I adore the transformation sequences, we get dark-skinned biracial representation with Cure Soleil, I enjoy reading the horoscopes at the end of each episode (my Japanese is at about a preschool level, so it’s great that everything has furigana lol), there’s space stuff AAAAAND this season has my very favorite Precure song ever. One of the only two so far to be in a minor key, folks, it’s PaPePiPu Romantic time.

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I now have a new goal: sing this bad boy at karaoke someday. Pew pew! Pew pew pew!

Summer 2023

Yohane the Parhelion: I enjoyed Love Live Sunshine a lot, but phew, this didn’t do it for me. I feel like it would’ve been better as a 3 or 4 episode OVA (ONA these days I guess), but just didn’t have enough story for a full 13 episode season. My mom is fond of saying “just okay”...like, it wasn’t amazing, but it wasn’t awful either. Yohane the Parhelion is just okay. Please just watch Sunshine instead if you want to be introduced to these characters. Sunshine is so much better.

Zom 100: I watched the first episode of this and then didn’t bother with the rest. DNF. Sorry to hear about the production troubles - that’s especially ironic for this show.

Fall 2023

MF Ghost: The other DNF for me. Watched 3 episodes, heard they were about to introduce a character who is obsessed with 17-year-old girls, noped the hell outta there. Wasn’t impressed with the 3 episodes either. I love Initial D - we named our cat Hachi because she’s black and white just like the Hachiroku - but MF Ghost just had no heart or soul. The Toyota 86 was lovingly rendered but I hated the ugly black motion lines they added when it was moving. The race they showed was dreadfully boring, the worldbuilding felt extremely unrealistic and oooh did I HATE that “outfit” they put our underage race queen in, if you can even call that an outfit.

Overtake: Of the two car racing shows this season, Overtake absolutely wins. It looks great, it introduces F4 racing to the audience very well (there’s some show, there’s some tell, a good blend) and the characters have more heart in their pinky fingernails than the entire cast of MF Ghost combined. There’s a very real and affecting subplot about PTSD, realistic discussion of just how much racing costs for an amateur team and plenty of men being unafraid to feel their feelings and cry it out. Overtake is definitely on the top of the podium. It hasn’t gotten anywhere near the love it deserves - ANN didn’t do weekly reviews of it and Anime Feminist was hyperfocused on the lack of female characters (valid! But not a dealbreaker to me!) - so I hope that people discover it later.

Shy: Thank goodness this is getting a season 2 because we spent literally a quarter of the season focused on the Pepesha and her mother subplot. That could’ve been tightened up a bit - ANN’s review mentions how Amarariruku’s villain speeches tend to be very circular, which is exactly how I felt seeing Lenya explain herself for what felt like the 50th time over - and I was genuinely looking at the episode count like “uhh??!?” before the season 2 news came out. So other than that part being a bit too drawn out, though, this is a very interesting show with a cool concept (Teru experiences Personal Growth! We are so proud of her!) and I’m interested in seeing where it goes from here. Will we meet the USA’s hero next season? I kinda want to see who that might be.

My Daughter Left the Nest and Returned an S-Rank Adventurer: Ai Fairouz is in the cast of this one too, so maybe she’s just what needs to be present for me to watch an isekai/high fantasy show? I did enjoy this one, even though the action scenes were a little bit lacking, perhaps above the skill level of the animators. They did do lovely watercolor-like scenery shots, though. The characters are charming (Belgrieve, total DILF, also giving us disability representation) and the opening song is a bop. They did leave the door open for a season 2 - for example, the question of Ange’s parentage was never answered, although it is VERY heavily implied that she is also a demon. I mean, the little demon kid Belgrieve takes in at the end literally looks exactly like her, for crying out loud.

Spy x Family Season 2: Haven’t finished this one yet - I want to watch it with my husband because he also likes it and we’ve just had a lot of stuff going on! We have watched 4 episodes, which means we’ve watched a bunch of one-off side stories basically lol. He even remarked at some point that the episodes felt weird. I was like “Well, because they’re only side stories!” From what I have read, it sounds like things are about to pick up plot-wise, so we gotta just make some time to catch up soon lol.

Power of Hope/Kibou no Chikara Otona Precure 23: I have not seen ANY of the Precure series that have characters appearing here, so I came in fresh. This was enjoyable! I was originally bummed that we didn’t get to see them transform as adults, but the age reversion to transform was done for big story reasons and made perfect sense in that context. The episode that showed how the town was devastated by firebombing in World War II was deeply affecting - war is hell, no wonder Bell was changed by it - and it was great to see Cure Black and Cure White turn up. It reminded me of all the companions coming together at the end of Doctor Who season 4. Total fan catnip, I love it. I have not seen Mahotsukai Precure either, so I’ll be going into their sequel fresh too. (Is that what was being teased at the very very end of episode 12? Yeah probably lol)

16bit Sensation Another Layer: My winner for best show of this season. As you may have gathered from my mention of Doctor Who just now, I like time travel stories, so “Listen, Konoha Akisato has come unstuck in time” appealed to me right away. This show also genuinely taught me things about computer game development. I have a deepened respect for PC-98 game art (I follow such accounts on here now lol), which would surely make Mamoru smile. Plus, I like how it has a core message of “You can be a woman who works on erotic video games and that is not weird or perverted. Follow your dreams!” Toya does, after all - I would have loved to see her team up with Konoha and it sucks that she was being manipulated by the evil company. The show did take a turn for the Matrix-y in the fourth quarter, and I do feel episode 13 was a bit rushed (Konoha opens Comic Party and then is just immediately back in 2023? She and Mamoru explain how they told everyone about being time travelers instead of us getting to see that reaction?), but dammit, I teared up at the very end anyway. What a show!

Magic User’s Club OVA: I remember renting videotapes of this from Blockbuster way back in the day, but I didn’t remember much about the show itself, so I decided to watch it again after seeing this AnimeBackWhen video about it. It’s so fun and charming! And Ikuko Itou designed the characters and Junichi Satou is the director - a bit of a Sailor Moon reunion lol. (Fun fact I learned just now is Chiaki J. Konaka did the screenplay. This is very very different from his work on Serial Experiments Lain.) I’m not done with it yet. The opening song is a big ole bop!

2024 goals:

Finish Star Twinkle Precure

Watch Gunbuster (another "I rented it from Blockbuster during the Clinton administration" story - I bought Discotek's new Blu-Ray of it, just haven't cracked it open yet lol)

Continue to enjoy seasonal anime!

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Burdens(Catformers Fanfiction)

[Somewhat Mirage x Noah? Not really sure!!]

Summary: Miragestripe visits Noah in twolegplace to try and get his mind off of everything going on back at camp, but the guilt and grief over losing Bumblebee won't leave him.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, potentially terrible and/or unorganized writing lol i havent written stuff like this in a while

A/N: hi!!! so this is based off of a clangen session that me, @/faintv0x, and @/javatello did a while back!!! as stated in a previous ask from a wip of this that i posted, the events here were randomly generated but conveniently in a way that lined up in our favor for content purposes. miragestripe is a warrior, son of optimusprime, brother to arceelight and bumblebee(who are all also warriors of transformerclan, yes very creative name i know /sar), and adoptive father of bumblebees son sidekit(later named sideswipe bc of the robots in disguise show). noah is a kittypet!! i havent done creative writing in some time but i did the best that i could on this; i hope you guys like it.

Miragestripe and Noah were laid in the grass, staring up at the vast dark sky full of stars. Monsters roared past in the distance, their lights adding a golden glow to their faces every now and then. Kris had gone off chasing a field mouse far from where the two sat down, leaving them alone. They were both silent, save for the initial “How have things been?” and a short, dry response. Noah knew that something was up - Miragestripe was never this quiet. He always had a smile on his face or some joke to tell, even when something bothered him. So what was going on?

“Yo, Mirage,” Noah prodded the other’s side to get his attention. “I know you didn’t come out here to stargaze. Something’s bothering you, what’s up?

Miragestripe looked almost startled before his usual snarky grin painted his face. “Me? Bothered? Please, if it’s not by your weird twolegplace smell then I don’t know what would have me bothered!”

He let out a blatantly faked snort before settling back into his spot, his forced smile soon fading from his face again as he looked away. Something was definitely off with him. Noah knew Miragestripe’s behaviors like the back of his paw, he could almost predict them. He had seen his friend after difficult times before, but that was nothing like this at all. He almost looked dejected, like he was waiting for something worse to suddenly happen; worse than whatever bad thing was already making him so distressed.

“Hey, look at me. C’mon.” Noah was worried. “You know you can talk to me about anything. Whether you’re stressed out from whatever duties you’ve got back home or if you’ve got trouble with someone, you can tell me about it. You don’t gotta carry yourself some kind of way around me.”

Noah looked at Miragestripe with a gentle smile, and Miragestripe nearly lost himself in the other’s eyes. He trusted him. He knew he was safe here with him, but that wasn’t what he was worried about. He was worried about losing himself in his own thoughts. After all that had happened back home, he just wanted an escape - especially if that escape was someone he cared about.

Miragestripe finally sighed and gave in. “Thanks, man. It’s just … been a lot. Everything’s been a lot in the past moon.”

“What happened?” Noah asked.

“The clan hasn’t been doing great. At all, really. Besides the usual nonsense going on between clans, we had an outbreak. Lots of cats got sick. I mean I didn’t, but … I’m lucky I was even able to avoid it.”

Although Noah had faced plenty of his own struggles before in the twolegplace, he couldn’t fathom the burden of trying to support over twenty cats in the elements of nature - much less during an illness outbreak - with never a promise of food or safety or cure from disease. He was amazed that Miragestripe seemed so used to this, but also felt extremely sorry for him. To Miragestripe, the weight of his whole forest world was on his shoulders right now.

“Jeez … I’m so sorry. How many cats made it out alive?” Noah asked.

Miragestripe winced. “Some did. Plenty didn’t. Greencough is hard to beat if your body isn’t strong enough. Whether you’re too young, too old, underweight, It’ll prolly kill you. I’m surprised Optimusprime and Sidekit didn’t get it, I mean Optimus is old old, like, almost 200 moons probably. And Sidekit doesn’t have the strength to fight off illness yet at his age.”

Noah watched Miragestripe shift uncomfortably for a few moments. He could tell that there was something else on his mind, something that he was hesitant to share. ’What isn’t he telling me?’ Noah wondered to himself. He moved a bit closer, but kept enough space between them for Miragestripe to not feel too cramped. “Listen, at least you’ve still got your folks, right? I know your whole clan means a lot to you, but your family? That bond’s the tightest of all. It’s good that you guys stuck it through and supported the clan together.”

Suddenly, Miragestripe turned away with a grimace. “Right,” he replied coldly.

That was off. “Hey, what’s that look supposed to mean?” Noah asked, concerned. “You guys did stick it through just fine, right?”

“I don’t wanna talk about the Greencough anymore, Noah.” Miragestripe snarled.

“Dude, something’s bothering you, and it’s gonna keep bothering you unless you tell someone about it. I don’t know how this stuff works in the clans, but up here you don’t have to act like you can’t say something when you’re around me-”

“Bumblebee’s dead, okay?! He’s gone, the sickness took him, and I watched him suffer until his very last moments!”

Miragestripe had stood up and was breathing hard, filled with tension and grief. Noah looked up at him first in fear, then his face held a sorrowful expression.

“You know what else?” Miragestripe continued his rant. “I could have done something. I could have helped him, I could have made a difference. Sure, maybe he wouldn’t still be alive, but at least I wouldn’t be here messing around with some clueless kittypet and his little brother and telling him how I fucked up!”

Noah was taken aback, but held his tongue and let his fur fall flat before he could retaliate. Miragestripe was hurting, he didn’t mean everything that he said. Noah held his gaze until Miragestripe realized what he had just said and took a step back. “I’m sorry, I-” he stammered. “Forget about it, where’s Kris gone off to now-”

“Miragestripe, sit down. It’s okay,” Noah reassured him. “I’m so sorry … I had no idea.”

“And now you do,” Miragestripe sighed, laying back down. “Sorry for goin’ postal on you. I just …”

Miragestripe had to take a moment. Noah had never seen him this broken, it was almost scary. “I don’t know what else to do, Noah. Arceelight’s gone, and now Bumblebee’s gone too. All I have left is Optimusprime and Sidekit, and who knows how long that’ll be for? Optimus has got one paw in Starclan already, it’s a matter of time before I lose him too. I don’t know if I can take on caring for Bee’s only kit.”

It was quiet between the two. Noah wanted to listen more than speak; he knew this was difficult. A cat can only handle so much tragedy at once, and Miragestripe had seen too much. Watching cats of his clan succumb to disease, including his own brother? The responsibilities and guilt piled up bit by bit, and soon it would completely break him down.

“I should have done more,” Miragestripe sniffled, his voice hoarse.

“What do you mean?” Noah asked.

“I should have tried harder to help. I should have been there, going with the medicine cats every day to gather more supplies to take care of him and the others who were sick. Maybe just one outing, one lucky find could have saved him. He’d be here, bouncing around making his funny little noises, and he’d get to see his son grow up.”

Noah curled his tail around Miragestripe’s and looked into his eyes. “Mirage, you did everything you were supposed to do, and so did everyone else. Sometimes there’s just nothing you can do. It hurts more than anything, but that’s how life is. You can’t control it, but the important thing is that you did your best - just like you always do for your clan. ”

“Noah, you don’t get it,” Miragestripe protested. “What I was ‘supposed’ to do wasn’t enough, and thats beside the fact that I already suck with responsibility. Y’know, every time I make a stupid mistake or something goes wrong I get all guilty and then go on with my day not having learned a damn thing. I don’t change. I never do. I know Optimusprime is disappointed in me under all that exhaustion and grief, and I can’t blame him.”

“But you can’t blame yourself for losing Bumblebee,” Noah tried to comfort him. “You can’t blame yourself for any of this. It’s not your fault, even if shit looks that way.”

Miragestripe looked away. “I have to. I don’t really got much of a choice here.”

An awkward silence filled the air for a few minutes as neither cat knew what to say. Maybe Noah really didn’t understand. After all, he was just a kittypet. Maybe everything that Miragestripe told him was bigger and more complicated than he’d ever know. This clan cat could tell him every story he remembered, explain his day in thorough detail, and maybe Noah would still just have to experience it to truly know what clan responsibilities are like. Or maybe his friend was just so grief-stricken that he needed something to make sense of everything, even if the weight of it dragged him down like a log attached to his tail.

After a while of sitting there, Miragestripe lifted himself to his paws. “I should go,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have came out here for so long. I can’t leave Optimus to take care of Sidekit alone, anyway.”

Noah reached a paw out, but took it back, not knowing what to say. As Kris began to return in the distance from a fruitless pursuit, Miragestripe trekked through the grass back home, leaving the two alone to make their own trip back to their twoleg nest. ‘I wish I knew what you were going through, man.’ Noah watched Miragestripe’s figure disappear into the brush before looking up into the night sky. ‘Maybe if I did, I could take just a bit of that pain away. Help you pick yourself up and keep going. Bee would want that for you, wouldn’t he?’

#maccadams #transformers #clangen #warriors fanclan #warriors fanfic #warrior cats #bumblebee #mirage #miroah #transformerclan #ansgt #why did i write transformers warriors fanfiction

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mahou-furbies · 1 year

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Mahou wrap up 2022 survey results

Here are the results of the recent questionnaire for your Mahou 2022!

Best character:

irma w.i.t.c.h.

Myamu

Lemon Kokoa

sunday spade wild cardz

Luchia Nanami

Mew Lettuce

Cure Whip! (i rewatched KiraKira! So not really 2022? If from 2022 only, I loved Kuroe)

Cure Precious/Yui Nagomi

nanami kiryuu

Fuwa Kokone

Sayaka miki (I watched side story this year so it technically counts even though she’s my favorite magical girl ever)

Yui Nagomi/Cure Precious, Ichigo Momomiya/Mew Ichigo

Best character design:

Cure YumYum

Cure Yum Yum

Cure coral

cure flora

Cure Finale

Kome-Kome

The Hirogaru Sky silhouettes. I just know the full designs are gonna be ballin'

This is a hard one, all of the Primagi designs are tied.

kumi kumi from mgrp white is minecraft

Infinite Iroha (Magia Record)

I just love seeing designs in general

the way utena uses the transformations for symbolism and what not is super cool design by itself goes to cure summer shes great

Mew Lettuce's and Mew Zakuro's 2022 designs

Best work:

Tokyo Mew Mew New

Tokyo Mew Mew New!

care bear stars

Magilumiere

Healer Girl

....does witch hat atelier count as a mg since it's witches or it it too fantasy world to be one? either way it slaps

Ultra Maniac

Delicious Party PreCure has its moments but it's not my fav season or anything. I wish I had time for more anime this year, but unfortunately I've been working overtime.

Can I say Glitter and Guilt? Because there's published webcomic pages now

utena is the best show ive watched in a long time i love picking it apart and even tough its super dark and hard to watch the visuals and everything is amazing i love the movie the most its so surreal and dreamy this is all entirely expected bc i love twin peaks and theyre a very similar niche

I really really liked Madoka side story, but I watched yuki yuna and was really pleasantly surprised by it!

Free comment field for gushing about something that didn’t fit the other topics:

uhh watch lego monkie kid its like a magical girl show but about a boy

Keeping it to series i more or less saw this 2022 but i really wanna praise waccha primagi tho its more of an idol series than magical girl the magic is every present in the show and i love the great myamu sama the ending moved me to tears.

saint tail remaster bless discotek

Obsessed with the Shugo Chara Wonderland merch that released earlier this year.

Was fascinated how some of the dress up collection dresses made a comeback in the DeliPre series. For example when Kokone was shown wearing Rikka's blue gown.

Watching Vampire in the Garden (a non mahou show) has given me ideas for making a magical girl OC with clothes based on Imperial Russia. You can never have too many OCs!

all the merch and new content for the early-mid 2000's shows and manga has got me really excited! like, of course we got the Tokyo Mew Mew reboot, but there's been new merch and art for Shugo Chara, Mermaid Melody has that sequal series being released, and even Saint Tail has gotten some stuff. It makes me hopeful that other manga besides Mew Mew will also get the same love and attention!

power of friendship is the shit and somehow mg shows make it not cheesy but good good

The Mascots and Recipepes in Delicious Party Precure are so cute!! I also liked the addition of Rosemary and BlackPepper/Takumi.

Hmmm I really liked some magical girl webcomics I was reading, like Cloudy Wondrous and Captian Jellyfish

I love Takumi from DeliPaPre, he's such a dork and its very endearing how he tries to be a cool Tuxedo Mask type but sometimes forgets his Cool Guy persona bc "omg its yui" lol

Complaint time!

Gushing Over Magical Girls should be good. i like the designs but too horny for the age of everyone

Mew Mint's henshin was a major downgrade from the original

The adaptation of Magia Record was such a disappointment! It undid the happy ending of the game and killed of several characters for shock value!

I finally got around to watching all of Day Break Illusion and GOD it started out really cool and interesting, but than it decided to just get BAD bad a bit after the half way mark. Lots of missed potential.

WHY CAN'T WE GET ANY MAHOU MOBILE GAMES IN ENGLISH EVERY TIME I SEE GAME CHARACTERS ON MGOTD I WANT THEM BUT THEY'RE ALWAYS DISCONTINUED OR SOMETHING Also Miraculous Ladybug is a trainwreck

i watched a lot of older and darker mg shows this year and i really dont like the saturation of designs that exist now also there arent newer medium dark shows that ive heard its either for kids or everyone dies i like both but not as the only option

How easily I fall out of a Precure season. Delicious Party I think is the furthest I've ever gotten

yuis lack of a personality in delipre

The 4th cures design and general costume of delipre didnt really live up to the food theme.

Honestly I really hate how delicious party precure is pushing stress eating as a good thing.

Delicious Party Precure seemed to have TOO many themes at the same time and didn't feel as cohesive as other teams to me.

Hmm I tried watching some of the later entries in precure (tropical rouge and delipre) and I simply couldn’t get into any of them :/ I also tried watching flip flappers again and simply couldn’t get through it again -_- it was uncomfortable to watch

Mahou plans and hopes for 2023:

That the new precure series will be aesthetic af

I'm always excited for the next Precure!

im hoping this years precure has an angel theme and there will be more cyber inspired designs in general i find them fun and good for diversity also ive started the sailor moon anime i read the manga when i was a little kid but ive never watched it

To like the new season of precure and for Magilumere to keep going

Super excited for Hirogaru Sky!! And Mew New season 2

I hope the new precure season uses the duo formula again, and a more pastel color palette. Also looking forward to the new Sailor Moon movie!

I hope the next precure season is better than DeliParty, and I also hope for a Primagi season 2! Just more new original stories would be nice.

lesbians

new original series.

I'm really looking forward to Mahou Shoujo Magical Foghters and In/Spectre season 2!! Gonna watch those weekly!

Learn to take things off the backburner

God I wish I could design magical girls

Hopefully I’ll be able to get my current project going (webcomic)

More magical girl stuff in general, and less fighting among fans over ships and the grimdark vs. standard genres

Thanks to everyone who took part!

Raffle winners have been contacted. I’ll wait... let’s say a week in case people are busy doing something else over the holidays than browsing tumblr, and if there’s no response I’ll pick a different winner.

#blog stuff

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the-moon-dealer · 2 years

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So I don't really vent about stuff here but I will right now because I fucking need it.

It's the saddest thing being "different" in a country that is falling apart and the culture sucks. Dude I've been always been a smart kid but no one ever tried to do anything about. Instead I was calling dumb even by teachers for just doing things in my way. Even tho I was right.

Bruh passing in 3 universities and having other 2 emailing you saying they are interested in your future is a big deal here. Specially if those universities are from US and Canada. But guess what? No one cares, that's how it have been with me. People around the world recognize my work and worth. But close people are so small that they don't even look at the sky.

I've been studying and struggling for the past 4/5 years to make my own money. I finally found what I want to do and I'm good at but guess what? My computer fucking sucks and it's the only thing that I need to do more. I do my best with what I have, I'm thankful for that but dude I'm tired. My family looks at me like "the dude inside the room" anything I do they just say shit. "Get an actual job, idk work in a store" dude the thing is working in a store IN BRAZIL is basically nothing. You can work your ass off and don't get paid enough to buy food.

The thing that is happening is just that I had a fucking problem with my testicles and idk if it's there or the kidney and I am freaking out because yesterday I was at this "hospital" is more if a butchers place we have here. I stayed there for 18 hours 18 FUCKING HOURS just to get an utrasound so I could tell what was wrong with me. I offered them money to makes things quicker or to tansphere me to the cities hospital AKA THE BEST HOSPITAL IN THE COUNTRY. That's what they call it but It's just lies because no one goes there. Anyway while I was begging them for help I heard a nurse saying "oh he's done with us for staying a night haha have people who stays the whole month" dude that's a fucking ultrasound. I'm not asking you to cure cancer or anything. Just to get the tests I need to get so I can know what is wrong and fix it. That's the basics of a HOSPITAL I think. But no lol they didn't. Then when I was so tired of being alone and hearing people rotten right next to me I ran from there. I asked them to leave.

After that I came home walking, was in pain but yeah. I swear I did everything I could before reaching the last resource that is called "my family" and "father" because if I reach them for help is because things are in a hell level or worse. My father was like "yeah gotta help my only son" my aunt too. Well I gonna make a ultrasound but he wants to make sure I know he's helping me, how he does that? Well HUMILIATING ME saying that someone's daughter (because he thinks women are inferior) has a Health plan that would make it if she needed. And also reminding me each 2 seconds that I am not a regular worked that I am not like 99% of the people I know that never look at the sky an only see their feet. So yeah I probably gonna have a pretty bad break down for the next hours haha. Hope I don't do anything more stupid.

#personal #me #idk #i'm probably gonna delete this #loosing control

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hello!!

i understand that…i’m not great with crowds and loud chaotic spaces either, but i love live music and something about the collective adrenaline is just the most amazing feeling!!

oh sweet, that sounds awesome!! and omg I would love to go the The Cure!!! my mom and I are both fans of them, and I remember hearing that they were in tour and wanting to go! and Fleetwood Mac would be a great one!! I like a lot of their music too, I’m finding we have a lot of favorites in common!!

The last big concert I went to was to go see Elton John a couple of summers ago! It’s probably my favorite I’ve been to, and it was a dream come true! Elton John is my all time favorite (he was number one on my wrap haha). I wish that I could’ve seen him and Billy Joel perform together, that would’ve been amazing!! Other than that, I would’ve really liked to see The Beatles perform and even now I want Paul McCartney to tour the US again! I know he’s working through Mexico right now…so maybe he’ll stop buy 🙏. I also would’ve loved to see Queen…and some old rock ‘n roll like Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Little Richard, or Chuck Berry! Also! Seeing ABBA perform would be towards the top of my list!

A lot of the folks I mentioned up there are some of my favorites, but a side from that I really like The Eagles, a lot of funk, soul, and disco like Earth, Wind, and Fire and Sky and the Family Stone! I also really like jazz and swing, and I love Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Dean Martin, and a lot of great jazz pianists like Art Tatum, Bill Evans, Thelonious Monk, and Erroll Garner! What are some of your favorites?

- 🪩

the cure has been one of my favorite bands since my early teens omg, they were AMAZING and i’d love to go see them again :’) i hope you get the opportunity to go because they were fantastic live!!!

also same to all of those bands you listed!!! i wish i could have experienced some of the early rock and roll artists live for the first time, i’m sure that was such a wild experience and that would be so so cool. and abba and queen just sound like they’d be a ton of fun to see, especially in their prime lmao

i’m also really into that era of funk and soul and disco too!!! it’s not what i primarily listen to but i find myself going back to it a lot. i was brought up on so much music in my childhood, classic rock from my mom and oldies/funk/soul all came from my dad and stuff in between from both of them. so when i tell people that i listen to a little of everything i truly mean it lol. i’m so excited for later in the month when we can actually follow each other because we have so much shared music interests and i’m so excited to talk about it more!!! :)

#anon #mailbox #srs23 #🪩

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ahtsumu · 3 years

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the mystery of love ; kuroo tetsurou

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

synopsis: kuroo tetsurou does not believe in soulmates. he believes in science, himself, and sometimes other people. but that doesn’t mean he can’t believe in love.

tag(s): sweet summer lovin’, friends to lovers, inspired by call my by your name, university student!kuroo tetsurou, lab intern!kuroo tetsurou, so much pining lol, fluff, angst, slow burn ; warning(s): profanity, mentions of alcohol ingestion (it’s legal bc they’re in italy!), suggestive themes ; wc: 4.8k

a/n: happy birthday tetsu!! i hope you guys like this. i really enjoyed writing it ♡

Kuroo Tetsurou does not believe in soulmates. He believes in science, himself, and sometimes other people. At least, that’s what he tells you. Sometimes you treat this information as a source of hope; other times, you’re not sure what to make of it.

This, you realise with his shoulder pressed against yours and both your bodies sprawled across his wrinkled bed sheets, is one of those other times. You turn your face to look at his.

“What?” he asks, one side of his mouth curling up in a smile.

For a moment, you wonder what would happen if you just said it. You could blame the alcohol. Get away with it scot-free. While you mull the option over in the dead silence of his room, your brain suddenly registers the music still playing from the living room. The low bass reverberating through the walls. How close your lips are. The sound of his breaths.

“Earth to Y/N?”

And like that, the little what-if that rose in your mind falls back with its tail between its legs. You bite your lip, look around his room like the walls have a script printed on them. Unfortunately, they do not.

“I was just thinking about my shirt.” It’s not great, but it’s the best you can do while still feeling the vodka and orange juice burn in your stomach. And smelling it on yourself.

Kuroo’s laugh booms through the room and you can’t help but giggle along with him. “I said I was sorry!” he says, hazel eyes twinkling with mirth. He pauses and glances at his closet, then nods his head in its direction. “Take a hoodie. Your pick.”

A smile–– one you try to downplay but fail miserably to–– creeps up your face. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Kuroo replies. “You can also shower here if you want. It's the least I can do after spilling my drink all over you.”

When you emerge from Kuroo’s bathroom in one of his thinner hoodies, a lot soberer and drying your hair, he’s not on the bed anymore. Quietly, you step out of his room and look for him through the house. People are crashed everywhere–– on the sofa, over the kitchen counter, even propped up against walls. The floor is covered with plastic cups and mysterious pools of liquid. Wrinkling your nose, you try your best to step around the messes, looking in every corner in the house for the raven-haired boy.

You find him back in his room, actually. He’s back on his bed scrolling through his phone, the light illuminating his sharp features. When he hears you close the door behind you, he looks up, eyes immediately zeroing in on the black hoodie over your torso. The corner of his mouth twitches up.

“Where’d you go?” you both ask at the same time. He chuckles; you grin. Crawling back onto the bed, you tell him to go first.

“I went around to make sure nothing’s broken,” he explains. “Perks of being the only sober intern in the house, I guess.”

A beat passes.

This house is rented. You forgot about that. All his expenses are paid for by your mother’s lab. You forgot about that. He fits in your world so well, like maybe he’s always had a spot there, that you forgot that Kuroo Tetsurou is only here for the summer.

“Right.”

Kuroo raises a brow. “And you?”

“I went to look for you.”

He smiles and holds his hands out like a magician at the end of a trick. “Well, you found me.”

“Yeah,” you muse. “I guess I did.” Aren’t you lucky.

With that, something shifts in the air. A contemplative expression crosses Kuroo’s face. Maybe he’s realised how his words come out sometimes. Kuroo often says things that sound like they have more than one meaning and it used to throw you off, but now you just go with it. You’ve even picked up that habit yourself. “Do you ever wish that you’d met someone earlier? Maybe under different circumstances?” he asks.

Sighing, you fall back against his mattress and stare up at the ceiling. Telling the truth feels easier when you can’t see him. “Yeah. All the time.” A few seconds pass. “Do you think we would’ve been friends if we went to the same college?”

He also lies down. You’re both back in the same positions you were in an hour ago, but something’s changed. “No,” he admits. You’re not surprised–– that’s what you’d expected. “I’d be a junior and you’d be a freshman. We probably would’ve never met. And even if we had, I wouldn’t be caught dead hanging out with a… freshie.” He chuckles softly at the end. “And look at me now,” he adds softly, more to himself than you. You look over at his face. A contemplative smile rests on his lips.

That urge to just say it returns.

“Kuroo, I think––”

“You’re my favourite p–– oh, my bad. You first.”

And it goes away again.

“Um, uh,” you stutter, “how long do you have left here?”

Kuroo raises his brows. “On this planet? Hopefully a while, Y/N.” He sees your unamused expression and drops the front. “Three more weeks.”

Your eyes widen. Eight weeks have already passed. Blood rushes to your ears. Eight entire weeks have already passed, meaning that in three weeks, Kuroo Tetsurou will leave forever. And in four, you will, too. Except you’ll come back. You’ve done so every summer since you were born, probably will do until you die.

But this place will never be the same as it used to. Not after him.

“Y/N?” Once everything comes back into focus, you see the concern riddling his features. “Everything okay?”

“Hmm? Yeah.”

Say it.

“You didn’t have too much to drink, right?”

Say it.

“I just got buzzed. What about you?”

“The only drink I was planning on having all went to your shirt.”

Say it.

“Kuroo.”

“Yeah?”

Not yet.

“Let’s go on an adventure.”

At two AM, everything is different. The streets feel different, the villas look different, and you–– you can’t put your finger on it but Kuroo Tetsurou has changed, too. He sits behind the wheel of your father’s white 1953 Cadillac with the convertible roof down, unruly hair blown back by the breeze, a euphoric grin stretched over his face. In the passenger’s seat, you sit with an equally large beam and your hands raised into the dark sky.

“Where to, Miss?” he shouts over the wind.

“The stars,” you shout back with a laugh. Kuroo’s cat-like eyes briefly flit over to your side profile, lips curving to form a smaller, more tender smile. But you miss that–– your gaze falls on him just a second after his return to the road.

“I heard you say Jack’s,” he says, smirking.

The 24/7 diner sticks out like a sore thumb in the row of sun-baked stucco and stone buildings with its bold neon lights and shiny exterior. During the day, it seems gaudy, way too American for a small town in northern Italy. But at night, this place feels like home. You’ve been stumbling into Jack’s completely shit-faced since you were sixteen. Of course, all those other times had been with the kids of your mother’s coworkers. All those other times, you could hardly remember what you even ordered when you woke up hours later.

But this time, you walk in with Kuroo Tetsurou at half-past-two in the morning, the chemicals running through your bloodstream epinephrine and dopamine, not ethanol; if you’re drunk then it’s on a feeling and your only poison is the boy next to you. You study his face and consider that thought. No, he’s not poison. He’s the antidote.

“Y/N!” the server exclaims, rushing over with two menus. “And Kuroo! My two favourite customers, but together this time!” Giovanni ushers you two to a booth by the window and takes your orders, purely for show, of course. He knows your orders by heart: the Lorenzo for Kuroo and the Quentin for you.

“With fries on both, please,” Kuroo adds, throwing you a wink. “Aren’t I a gentleman?”

“You only did that to have more for yourself,” you reply drily. Having him over at your house for dinner every night made picking up his idiosyncrasies so unbelievably easy. You know them like they’re your own. You know him like he’s your own.

Kuroo clutches his chest and pretends to be offended, then changes the conversation to what happened at the lab today, or rather, yesterday. That your mother and the other researchers are so close to finding a cure for the strain of virus that’s recently hit crickets in southern Italy.

“You should drop by again sometime,” he says. “Last time you came around was, what, two weeks ago?”

Your face breaks in a grin. “Are you saying you’ve missed me? Chemistry getting boring?” you tease, drawing a loud laugh from him.

“Sodium hydrogen, you little shit.” Your mother’s used this one on you before, but hearing it from him makes you giggle anyway.

Giovanni comes back with two plates, each loaded with fries. You both say your thanks and he retreats to the kitchen again, but not before wiggling his eyebrows at your reddening faces. Wordlessly, you grab your fork and knife and transfer at least half of your fries onto Kuroo’s plate. Kuroo stares at you with the slightest smile. That look sends your stomach into flips.

“What?” you question nonchalantly, cutting into your burger.

“Nothing,” he says, mirroring your actions. “Nothing at all.”

It’s hard to imagine that after spending almost every day together for eight weeks straight that there’s still more to learn about each other, but there is. You tell him more about your real home. Your best friend who called you at 3 AM last night because of timezones. Stories from every summer before this one, when you were a different person in the same place you are now.

He tells you more about Kenma, his best friend from high school. How they played on one of the best volleyball teams in Japan. Stories from training camp, literature class, the metro ride home after school–– you listen to every single one in rapt attention. There’s not enough time in the world for all the things you want to know about Kuroo Tetsurou, so you take what you can get. If only you’d known him before you’d known him.

“If we’d met earlier here, do you think we would’ve been friends?” you ask after paging Giovanni for the check.

“No,” he replies, picking up a few remaining fries with his fork instead of his fingers. The corners of your mouth turn up. That’s your thing. He considers the scenario seriously. “I think we met right when we should have.”

“What about the future?” you press, leaning into the conversation. “Let’s say we meet in two years here, instead of now. Would we be friends?”

Kuroo sets his fork down, eyes you steadily. “What’s this about?”

You blink. “What?”

“What’s with all these hypotheticals today?” Perhaps worried that he came off too harshly, Kuroo adds, “I thought I was the scientist.”

“I just… it feels like I’ve known you since forever.” This feels like it was meant to be, you don’t say. And I want to know you forever.

A sigh–– fond, but still a sigh–– blows through his lips. “Don’t tell me you believe in soulmates,” he says with a wicked grin.

“Are you calling me your soulmate?” The question, shamelessly genuine, painfully hopeful, leaves your mouth without you intending it to and you regret it instantly. Because Kuroo Tetsurou has told you many times that he does not believe in soulmates.

Is it so bad to dream, though?

You watch him carefully but he doesn’t say anything, just continues smiling wryly like you’d intended to tease him. Like he knows that you know better. But you don’t.

“Are you?” he suddenly replies. Sharp eyes hold yours, daring you to respond. Do you dare?

At that moment, Giovanni returns with the check. “Who’s paying?” he asks, unaware of the tense exchange that just occurred across the table. Inaudibly, you sigh in relief. Kuroo is about to say that it’s on him when he catches himself in the middle of his sentence, looks your way, then back to Giovanni. He says you’ll go Dutch. You nod in approval.

“So,” Kuroo drawls once you’ve both paid for your meals. “Where do we go from here?”

Good question.

Kuroo Tetsurou has never been to an outdoor club period. And though he’s been clubbing, he has never once gone dancing in his lifetime. You tell him that’s about to change as he parks the car in a lot near the venue. Before him, all your summer nights were spent here.

“You’ve been here for two months and you haven’t been to an outdoor club yet?” you ask while unbuckling your seatbelt. That can’t be possible. If you’d been in his shoes… an attractive college student in a foreign country for the summer, you would have gone wild.

“Nope. I’ve been a little busy, y’know, spending my days in a lab, handling chemicals, studying viruses, washing lab equipment, writing up reports for your mother and her colleagues, working on my own research on the side… the usual.” He flashes you a bright, sarcastic smile.

“Poor baby,” you coo, ruffling his hair. Kuroo laughs while you continue messing with the dark locks. “Was your first full day here the only tourist-day you’ve had so far?” His weekends, you already know, are spent either lounging around cafés, pools, or the great outdoors with you or the interns. But you’d assumed he’d had time to do some exploring on his own.

Kuroo nods. “And my guide wasn’t even that great,” he mutters, shooting you a dark look. “She sped through every attraction and hardly spoke a word outside of the tour to me. I think she hated me.”

You giggle and open the door, letting the music from the outdoor speakers infiltrate the bubble inside your car. “Maybe she was just nervous!” you say as you get out. That’s a lie.

“About what?” Kuroo follows suit, the gravel crunching beneath his feet. “I was so friendly to you and you just brushed me off each time.” He pouts.

But you don’t reply. Instead, you just grab his hands and pull him towards the venue. As you step into the boundaries marked by fairy lights and rustic wooden fences, Kuroo stops in his tracks and tugs on your intertwined hands. You glance down before up, trying to memorise how his hand looks around yours in the few seconds you can steal.

“Y/N,” Kuroo says. The strobe lights paint his skin pink, blue, purple like it’s a canvas. “Tell me why you were nervous.” Grammatically, it’s a command. And yet it sounds like he’s begging.

“What’s it mean to you?” you ask, feeling your heartbeat speed up in your chest. So what if you just… said it? What would happen?

“Everything?” he replies with a cheeky smile. The odds that he seriously means that are slim. But… they’re there. You shake that possibility out of your mind. That’s just the hope talking.

“Depends how convincingly you say it.” You tug on his arm. “C’mon. Let’s dance.” But he doesn’t budge–– he just continues to stand by the entrance of the club with an expectant look on his face. People are starting to stare.

“Fine,” you say with an eye roll. “I’ll tell you." Kuroo smirks, something self-congratulatory ready to leave his mouth, but then you let go of his hand and dance backwards into the throng of moving bodies. “But first, you’re gonna have to dance with me!”

You allow yourself to be swallowed by the lively music, the people, the moment. Seconds later you’re deep enough into the crowd that you lose sight of Kuroo. Something in you says that he’ll show up soon, though. For now, you let yourself breathe. Forget about the heaviness of what-if’s, the itch to confess, the dread of the aftermath. Feelings are a lot like gravity. Sometimes they keep you grounded, other times, they weigh you down. This is one of those other times.

You dance up to a friendly-looking group of teens your age. Three guys and two girls. You shout your name and follow up with how it’s nice to meet them, hoping one of them finds you nice enough to keep around. Dancing alone in a club is one of the worst things that can ever happen to someone. Luckily, one of the girls–– the one wearing a purple wig–– pulls you in for a hug, drunkenly shouting back, “Bianca!” Bianca pushes you into their circle next to one of the guys and, just like that, you two start moving to the beat, feeling it in your feet, shoulders, hips. At one point, you turn around and take a good look at his face. The guy’s cute enough, but he’s not Kuroo. Still, you say nothing as he moves closer to you and grabs your hand, lifting it up and motioning for you to twirl.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grip firmly onto your waist and pull you out of the circle. “Hey!” You look down, suddenly realising they’re Kuroo’s. A shiver runs down your spine. He spins you around to face him. His lips are set in a firm line, eyes completely devoid of humour, nostrils slightly flared.

“Hi,” you say quietly, testing the waters.

“Hi,” he replies curtly. His hands are still on your waist. Selfishly, you choose not to point that out. Instead, you try to defuse the situation with a light question. Playful tone.

“Where were you this whole time?”

“Looking for you.”

“Well… you found me.” You flash him a sheepish grin. A peace offering of some sort.

“I did.” He doesn’t take it.

“Lucky you.”

Irritation finally seeps through his features. “You just left me on the dance floor!” he snaps. “And then when I find you after searching the entire venue, you’re dancing up on some random guy!”

“It was in good fun!” you retort, wriggling out of his grip. “And I wasn’t dancing up on him.” You want to ask if he’s jealous so badly, but you take a good look at his face and decide against that.

“Fun?” he asks incredulously. “Worrying about losing you, worrying about myself getting lost, then having to worry about that guy after finding you isn’t very fucking fun to me, Y/N!” The words fly out of his mouth like daggers without pause. Once finished, he looks at you with a disappointed gaze, shaking his head lightly, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

“I’m sorry,” you say, looking down at your shoes. It doesn’t matter if you disagree with him–– a sort of shame drills itself so deeply into your conscience that all you can think about is making things right again. “I didn’t think my actions through.”

A second passes. You wonder what he’s thinking.

“Hey, look at me.” Kuroo lifts your chin up with an index finger. Your wide eyes meet his narrow ones. Just as a pink beam glides over his face, his gaze softens, falls down to your lips. And then you feel his thumb on your chin, barely grazing the skin of your bottom lip. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. The revelry in the background fades to dull beats against your eardrums. Suddenly, you register that he smells of, as usual, blackcurrant and amber.

But now you also smell of blackcurrant and amber.

You’re wearing his clothes. You smell of him.

Kuroo’s eyes crawl back up to yours, wide like he’s just been caught in the middle of a crime. You blink expectantly, ignoring the furious way your heart pounds in your chest. Shallow breaths puff through your slightly parted mouth.

“I am.” It comes out barely a whisper. C’mon. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me––

You gently touch the hand he has on your chin. Kuroo jolts back like he’s been burned. “I’ll, uhm, I’ll be in the car,” he stutters, looking away from your face. He pushes through the sea of people, leaving you all alone on the dance floor, body doused in blue light, fingers touching the area his thumb had been as if preserving its print.

Kuroo hardly notices you slip into the passenger’s seat minutes later. He’s got his forearms hanging over the steering wheel and gaze fixed ahead into the darkness, mind probably running off to a place he wishes his body was, too.

As soon as you’ve buckled yourself in, Kuroo starts the car.

The entire drive home is silent.

Once Kuroo pulls into your courtyard and parks, he turns off the engine, unbuckles his seatbelt, and steps out of the car. Wordlessly, you follow his actions and meet him by the stairs to your door.

“Hi,” you say quietly. He doesn’t look at you.

“Hey.”

The two of you stand outside your front door in silence as you both consider what to say next. This can’t be the way it ends.

“I shouldn’t have… done that,” Kuroo says first.

“Done what?” You choose to play dumb. Call it selfish, but you want to hear him say it. Maybe then it’ll feel as real as it had been. Kuroo sighs and leans his shoulder against the stone wall, crossing his arms over his chest. There’s no way he can dance around what happened. Perhaps the past two months can be summed up as the development of a strong friendship with skilled doublespeak and metaphors and just enough artistic licence, but this can’t. And Kuroo knows that. He can’t feed you an alternative truth like he’s done so many times before. What’s more, he can’t lie to himself anymore. So maybe it’s better just to not speak at all.

Your eyes burn holes into the side of his face. Fine. You’ll concede first. “I was never nervous.”

Kuroo blinks, turns his head around to look at you. “What?”

“I was never nervous. I was playing it cool because I didn’t want to risk befriending you and getting attached.” I’m still playing it cool, you don’t say. And I’m already attached. “Guess I just came off as a bitch instead.” You laugh. “But can you blame me? You were this cute, older guy. Smart, too, since you were interning with my mom. You were my dream guy.”

An amused breath blows out of his nose. “Were?” he questions, grinning, only remembering the fragility of your platonic relationship a second later. “Um––”

“Are.” It slips out of your mouth without you realising. Fuck. Kuroo stills. It’s too late to take back your words now, so you might as well just keep going. “You still are my dream guy.”

Seconds pass and neither of you says anything. Sweat gathers in the palms of your hands. You start to feel your heartbeat through your neck. The buzz of the cicadas grows louder. Oppressive. Behind Kuroo, the sky is starting to turn pale blue and pink in the horizon. That means it’s almost sunrise. The night is almost over, and, hopefully, so is this awful conversation.

“And… you don’t feel the same.” Funnily, you feel like you’re lying. You’re telling Kuroo how he feels and you think you’re lying. Does that make sense? None of this night even feels real. God, you hope this has all just been a dream. Mustering a soft smile, you say, “That’s okay. Thank you for the party. And the adventure.” It was fun while it lasted. You feel the house key in your pocket and turn to unlock the door. “I hope this doesn’t change anything between us, Kuroo. Can we still be friends?” The words leave your mouth feeling like barbed wire. You know damn well you can’t still be friends.

And suddenly, you feel his calloused hands around your cheeks. Suddenly, his hot breath fans over your face.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs.

Your eyes close instantly. “Yes, please.”

And suddenly, his soft lips are on yours.

Kuroo breaks the kiss seconds later. “Fuck,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours, touching the tips of your noses together. “Y/N, I don’t want to be friends. Fuck.” A dry chuckle leaves his mouth. He pauses to collect his thoughts but decides that that can wait. Instead, he presses another kiss to your lips so fervently that he backs you up against the wall with no space between your bodies. You wonder if he can feel your heartbeat like this, chest to chest. Kuroo’s hands travel down your waist and rest on your hips. His tongue runs across your tongue, your teeth, the insides of your mouth. You gently suck on it, drawing a satisfied moan from him. When the kiss ends, you see that his lips are red and cheeks are swollen. A warm feeling spreads through your chest. “I thought I could be happy just being friends with you but I can’t. I want you so bad it hurts. Not to mention, when I saw you in my hoodie?” His fingers pinch the material. “I thought God was testing me or some shit.”

“Sure didn’t feel like you wanted me that way,” you retort, still breathless.

“In my defence,” Kuroo says, thumbs tracing your cheekbones, “I was very scared.”

“Of what?”

It looks like he’s about to tell you, but he changes his mind and doesn’t answer. He grabs your hand and pulls you back to the car with a cheeky grin. “I’ll tell you only if you tell me where we can watch the sunrise.”

Kuroo holds your hand, stroking your thumb the entire drive there.

After a short hike, you plop down on the grassy hillside, supporting your body with outstretched arms in the back. Kuroo sits down beside you with one of his hands covering yours, fingers intertwined like a honeysuckle vine around a hazel tree. You tell him that you grew up running along this hill with your parents. It used to be your playground. Maybe, you think, it’s time to make new memories here.

“Beautiful,” Kuroo breathes, a wonderstruck look in his eyes. The sun’s just risen halfway above the pink and blue horizon, the saturated orange casting the entire city below gold. It’s not just the city, though. He’s also gold. He’s just as beautiful. You watch him with a soft smile on your lips, noting how his wide eyes and slack jaw return to normal as he stares off into the distance. After resting your head on his shoulder, you fix your eyes on the sunrise ahead. You wonder what he’s thinking so quietly about.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you finally ask once the sun has finished revealing itself.

Kuroo blinks, returning to reality, but continues to stare straight ahead. “I was just thinking about… soulmates.”

You lift your head off his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you believe in soulmates now,” you tease.

“Hmm.” He turns to look at you, the sun turning his hazel eyes the colour of honey. That same wry smirk from Jack’s returns to his face.

“You wanna know why I was so scared?”

“Pray tell.”

“Because I’ve never felt this way towards anyone.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“No,” Kuroo laughs, laying his head down in your lap, looking up into your eyes. “I’m serious. I used to purposely stay away from girls in high school. Same in college. Same all the way until you somehow wormed your way into my life. That’s why we wouldn’t have been friends.” You cock your head to the side.

“Why?” you ask, running your fingers through his hair.

Kuroo’s eyelids flutter shut. He inhales deeply before talking. “My parents are divorced. The years before the divorce were… very ugly.”

(He spares you the details of the midnight arguments, the smashed plates, the holes in the walls. He spares you the details of how he only ever knew how to fall asleep with his head sandwiched between two pillows, how he hasn’t seen his sister in a decade, how he’ll curse and snap but never yell because he always feels like a child again around the noise. That’s for another time, if you’ll have any.)

“I still remember all the fighting and yelling. For the longest time, that’s all I knew about marriage and relationships.”

“Did you think all relationships were like that? Fighting and yelling?” you ask.

“For a while, yeah. I’m still a little scared of that, to be honest. Ending up in a relationship where all you do is fight.” Kuroo sighs. “But that’s not the only thing. I thought I wouldn’t know how to love someone, growing up like that.” At that, your fingers pause in his hair.

“Wait,” you say, furrowing your brows. A wave of immense sadness (not for yourself, for him) washes over you. “You think you wouldn’t know how to love someone else?”

“Thought.” Kuroo cracks open his eyes and smiles up at you. “I’m in the process of changing my mind.”

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou scenarios #kuroo tetsurou imagines #haikyuu!!

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sosadz · 3 years

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Last Mimosa

Adult!Reborn x F!reader

warning(s) - blood, death, angst, hanahaki au

this is my first post on this app and I still couldn’t figure out how tumblr works lol I hope you guys enjoy

1,637 words

You still remember the feeling when you first realized you love this man. It has been the same since day one. The way he acted like he didn't care, but secretly looked out for you in his own way. The way he sat in the chair of his apartment, admiring the view, slowly sipping his espresso. The way he walked with that charming look of his, the look that make legs go weak. His black eyes that look so cold yet so ravishing. You love all of that. All of him.

You had never accepted the fact that you love this man until a strange flower petal immersed out of your mouth. A mimosa flower.

The deepest secret from the bottom of your heart had revealed itself. One that you had never wanted to acknowledge yourself.

'A Mimosa... What a coincidence.' You sarcastically joke. The Mimosa's meaning is the conjuration of secret love. No one knows that I love you, not even myself until now.

'Is this a blessing or a curse - the Hanahaki disease?'

You and Reborn have enjoyed each other's company and you both like each other, but only in a platonic way. However, this platonic relationship is only one-sided, as you love him romantically. You had made a promise to yourself to never tell him about your feelings, since you didn't want to ruin this precious friendship.

Following your usual routine, you stopped by his office to greet him as always. Whenever you were with him the Hanahaki disease didn't act up much, so you just assumed everything was going to be okay.

You entered the building and walked into his office. There was nothing but a comfortable silence, accompanied by the sound of a coffee machine running and the smell of coffee. Of course it was espresso - just how he liked it. You opened the door to greet him.

"Reborn I-" you felt something coming from your throat. Reborn's gaze turned to you immediately after he heard your voice.

'Maybe I should stop assuming things'

Before he could answer or ask you anything, you quickly ran away from him while trying your best not to let any of the petals fall from your mouth. You felt something wet dripping down your cheeks. Your heart ached, but you had to run away as far as you could. He can't know about your secret, your disease.

When you had reached the rooftop of the building, you let all the petals you had kept inside your mouth flow out. Your heart ached, your mouth started to get dry, your throat was sore and all you could hear was nothing but a constant ringing. It was like your whole body reset itself. Your vision was blurry and you couldn't concentrate on anything but the pain you were feeling.

After thirty minutes, you began to feel better. You wiped away the remaining blood and petals from your mouth and off your clothes.

"Y/n" You heard someone speaking behind you. You knew damn well whose voice that belonged to.

"Oh, I'll be back in a minute don't worry." You tried your best to make your voice sound like you were okay, convincing him that there was nothing wrong. You quickly hid all the fallen petals in your shirt but it was too late. He was the world's best hitman, how could you lie to him without him knowing? You wish he would ignore the fact that you lied to him and just wait for you in his office.

And he did.

He nodded slowly and walked away from you, giving you the privacy you had wished for.

'Why do I feel like this?' You asked yourself. Weren't you supposed to be relieved that he did as you wished for? Why do your eyes feel so warm and watery? Why were you feeling so disappointed? It was like a million knives were stabbed into your heart, but instead it was the Mimosa flower.

Reborn actually knew. He knew everything. He knew you were suffering from the Hanahaki disease, and he knew you were throwing up on the rooftop. He knew that you lied to him. He tried his best to find out who was responsible for causing you to get this disease. He was the world's best hitman, but why can't he find the person you love and help you?

How could he ever find out,

When that person was him all along?

A few days after the incident you decided to visit Reborn again at his office. You stepped inside without knocking. It was just how it was. He always knew it was you who came inside, so he didn't even have to look.

"I just stopped by to say hi and maybe get some free coffee" You jokingly said to him followed by a chuckle. You were desperate to hide all of the sadness blooming inside your chest.

He didn't say anything but handed you a cup of coffee from his table that he had already prepared for you. You took it and gave him a playful smile.

'Maybe I'd stopped loving you if you stopped being so nice to me, Reborn.' You thought to yourself.

"I won't be here for a week, just to let you know." He said while looking at the sky next to him. You knew how much he admired those views. You walked next to him and looked the same way.

"Want me to take care of your office for you?" You asked sarcastically. You knew he never wanted you to take care of his office because he knows you are a mess, and would give him a headache when he came back from his mission.

"As if." He rolled his eyes and adjusted his hat.

"Alright, I'm going to go now. See ya!" You said, putting your now empty cup on his table and walked out from his office. After the door had closed, your whole body started shaking. You were afraid he was going to figure out what was going on with you.

You took time gathering yourself to stand properly again, and walked out from the building.

'I don't have much time left, and I don't think I will last until the time when he comes back. I should find a way to let him know I died happily.' You thought as you let out a deep sigh.

A week later,

Reborn came back just to find you laying in your bed, dressed in the most beautiful way possible. In fact, you were always beautiful. There were Mimosas all over your bed, covering your mouth all the way to your body. Your eyes were closed shut. He was too late. Reborn fell onto his knees, lifted one of your hands to his face and kissed it softly. He felt the warmth in his eyes, and his vision was getting more and more blurry.

Looking over to his right, he saw a letter on your drawer next to your bed. His name was written on it. Although his hands were still shaking uncontrollably, he made his way to your letter and opened it.

Dear Reborn,

Reborn, you know... I really appreciate our friendship. You have made me smile, laugh or even be mad. But in a good way, don't worry. I know you are the world's best hitman but please be careful and take care of yourself. Try drinking a lot of water, not just coffee.

Please know that I died while I was being happy. You have probably already figured out by now what the cause of my death was, and if you figure out who's the reason I got this disease, don't blame him. Be kind to him. All I ever want is for him to be happy because that makes me happy too.

You are a good friend of mine, Reborn.

You always will be. No one could ever replace you. But if someone ever replaces me, that's okay.

I won't be mad at you.

I hope you will remember me. And whenever you ever think of me, I hope it will be the time where I smile or laugh. I don't look nice when I'm crying or sleeping so... Don't.

I will always be with you -

in the skies you had always admired,

in the smell of your espresso.

If you aren't happy I will know.

So be happy. For me.

I love you, Reborn.

Y/n, L/n

He cried, for the first time. The world's best hitman cried, uncontrollably. The grief of losing someone precious to him was too much to handle.

He loved her,

And he couldn't stand seeing her get hurt.

If only he had realized it sooner, you wouldn't be here. Laying in your bed without your soul. You could be happy together with him by your side. He could have helped you, but he didn't. Instead, he spent his entire week going on a stupid mission. The purpose of the mission was actually to find a cure for the Hanahaki disease that you were suffering from. He wanted to save you, and he was so close to doing so. He was so blinded by the end goal that he didn't take into account your current situation. You slipped right through his fingers.

Reborn felt something sharp piercing his heart.

Something was about to come out from his throat.

He coughed.

A white petal came out of his mouth.

It was a Lily petal.

He picked it up and looked into it for a minute and thought: 'A Lily. I wonder if this disease chose a specific flower for me. Is this what you've been feeling this entire time, Y/n?'

He kissed your lips for the last time. But sadly, you never got the chance to kiss him back.

Not anymore.

#reborn #reborn x reader #fiction #fanfic #reader insert #xreader #katekyo hitman reborn #arcobaleno #arcobaleno x reader #hitman reborn #hitman reborn x reader #anime #anime x reader #KHR #KHR x reader #angst #writing

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littl3one · 3 years

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Can you do a Brandon x reader with angel wings

i sure can!! i will write it as an imagine if that’s alright <3 the reader is gonna be gender-neutral btw, that way i won’t offend anyone lol

angelic one

brandon x gen!angel wings!reader, fluff

brandon felt like, he couldn’t get to hold himself anymore, as he watched - this gorgeous person, this stunning stranger, this unknown human - fly into the sky, some gigantic wings were gracing their back, every beat of those soft-looking wings felt like an angelic hit, right into his heart, setting it on fire. he wasn’t even able to catch a thought, as he was running after them, knowing very well, that only pure stupidity was leading him. the trix and some other witches, that had decided it would be best to eliminate the specialist, just to get rid off the winx, were waiting for the group of boys to come out of their hiding spot and now, brandon was risking everything, for that stranger.

“brandon, what the actual damn is your problem?!” riven spit those words out, only disgust left in his voice. brandon didn’t think about it, running right behind that stranger, who was flying right in front of him. their wings were flapping in the rythm of his heartbeat, like an anthem that had cured every bad thought, even if it was just for a moment. his eyes were only focused on the figure in front of him, they didn’t even notice him because their eyes were fixated on the trix. the trio had laughed, as they noticed the descendant. they didn’t even think about bowing down to them, they didn’t respect them like brandon did. he wanted this angelic being to just look at him and to appreciate him for a second.

he never had a problem, when he had to get girls, so why was this so hard for him? as they moved their hands to gesture a circle, their voice was shouting something like: ‘ether grip’ and right after, some weird looking fessels were hugging the witches tightly. the other witches were only staring and brandon was about to snort or shout something like: quit staring, but he decided to keep looking at them. their wings were made out of feathers and they formed a heart, everytime they were flapping. the other specialists joined brandon, standing in a line now, behind this stranger. the witches started to struggle, as the angel performed some new attacks and soon, they were long gone.

“hey, you really helped us out there!” sky said, loud and clearly, leaving the human to turn around. brandon was astonished, his heart beating faster and his smile growing wider by the minute. “uh, oh it was.. nothing.” they said, quite shocked by the suprise. “you’re gorgeous.” was the only thing brandon could say and it was the only thing, that took place in his mind. the stranger blushed, as the other boys were mocking him, joking and laughing. brandon couldn’t help but blush as well, he was quite ashamed that he said that out loud.

“thank you.” the stranger said, as they introduced themselves as yn, a name brandon wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon. and he wished, he could’ve asked more question, but their time, sadly, was limited. even though, they only exchanged a few words, brandon knew, he had to find them again, at any cost.

#winx #winxclub #winx x reader #winx imagines #winx club #winx ff #winx scenarios #winx writing #winx brandon

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bokubonk · 3 years

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when we meet again

warnings: mentions of death, blood, zombie apocalypse au, angst

characters: Tendou, y/n

date: 1/27/21

word count: 1.3k+

notes: lol i came up with this at the dentist and i wrote it on a whim so it might not be that great anyway enjoy ;)

don’t forget to read part 2

5 months, 8 days, and 6 hours.

That’s how long it took for your world to fall apart. A mere blink of an eye for some people’s lifetimes yet here you were holding Tendou in your arms like you weren’t seconds away from taking your last breath.

It had been six months since it started. It almost seemed amusing when you thought about it. A zombie apocalypse was only something you ever saw in movies. It was something you talked about at sleepovers, planning out elaborate scenarios on what you would do if an apocalypse were to one day take place. But you never for one second thought your musings would one day come true.

You never considered how harsh it would be having to struggle for survival and not knowing who you could trust. When the news came you thought it was all a joke and your parents would soon be back from grocery shopping. But after two days, you were still waiting in an empty house.

From what you saw on the t.v. before all forms of communication were cut off, the government knew about the zombies months before the infected began multiplying. Their efforts to prevent the spread were pointless due to how fast the virus spread compared to the time needed to do research and create a cure.

Hope no longer had any meaning and everyday was spent with only one goal in mind: survival.

You spent the first month alone. It was terrifying at first but you slowly got used to it, it was the only thing you could do if you wanted to survive after all. Those who didn’t adapt died and you refused to be just another number in the growing statistic.

That was when you met Tendou. You were hiding from a group of zombies that were chasing after you and you decided to hide in a run-down store. It wasn’t the best of options considering you would be cornered if they chose to follow you but at this point you were running on your last bit of energy. You no longer had any strength left and you would rather take a chance and hide than continue running and risk passing out.

You held your breath, your heart pumping out of your chest as you silently prayed they couldn’t sense you. At this point, you were still unsure of how zombies targeted humans but you weren’t about to take a chance and you used what you knew from watching movies to guide your actions.

Sweat beaded on your brow as you watched them pass by, the stench of their rotting flesh making you flinch. Once they were out of sight you heaved a sigh and your shoulders sagged. You leaned against the wall, your eyes scanning the room in search for anything you could take with you.

A hand tapped on your shoulder and you whirled around, your heart rate jumping once again. A gasp lodged itself in your throat before a finger was pressed to your lips and you made eye contact with a wide-eyed boy. His red hair was startling and his features were pale, making him seem ghostly but you could tell he was human.

“Quiet, now,” he whispered, “We wouldn’t want any of them to hear now, would we?”

His skin was cold against your lips but you couldn’t help the relief that coursed through your veins that there was a living, breathing human in front of you.

“The name’s Tendou,” he grinned as he removed his hand from your lips and extended it for you to shake.

“y/n,” you replied, placing your hand in his. His grip was firm and comforting. You almost didn’t want to let go. It had been so long since you had been this close to someone else much less had a conversation with anyone.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen anyone since the apocalypse started. There were times when you came across groups of people but you never felt comfortable enough to join any of them, wary of their motives.

“Pleasure to meet you, y/n,” he replied, his hand still hadn’t left yours and you allowed yourself to think that maybe you were as much of a comfort to him as he was to you. “I wish I had met you under better circumstances, but I suppose now is better than never.”

The two of you settled into your friendship well, growing closer as the days passed by. Soon, the friendship turned into something more and the nights you spent sleeping side by side were spent with you sleeping in his arms.

You had lost so many people but as terrible as it sounded you were grateful that their deaths led you to him. Tendou. The shining boy who always cared about you above himself. The boy who made sure you were never hungrier than he was. The one who told you to look away whenever a scene got a little more gruesome than he expected. The one who stuck by you despite the odds and now became the boy you loved.

So why did it come to this?

You pressed his cold hands to your lips, sending him a small smile of assurance. But his glassy eyes were staring at the sky, now more blue than ever without all of the pollution. He let out a sigh before gasping in pain once again and looking down at the bloodied bite mark on his thigh.

It had been two weeks since he got bitten and you both knew time was running out. The wound began swelling a few days ago after and you both knew what was coming. Tendou tried smiling through it at first, not wanting you to worry but as the days passed you could tell he was beginning to forget his memories. His eye bags only grew darker with every minute and his eyes no longer held the same light they used to. You could barely remember the songs he used to sing and the weight of the gun in your waistband only reminded you of what little time was left but despite all the time that passed, it hadn’t really sunk in it. You hadn’t accepted the fact that he was slowly fading.

He was in your arms but he was no longer the same Tendou you grew to adore.

“So this is how it all ends?” you murmured, brushing the matted hair away from Tendou’s forehead. He was laying his head in your lap, shaky breaths leaving his lips.

“I guess so,” he muttered weakly, letting out a quiet groan.

“What do you think happens when you die?” you asked, threading your fingers between his.

“Not sure,” he shrugged, “But maybe someday I’ll find my way back to you.”

“Yeah?” you laughed. Out of all the answers he could’ve said, you never expected him to say such a cheesy line. “I hope you do.”

Somewhere along the way your laughter had faded and it wasn’t until Tendou’s cold fingers brushed against your cheeks did you realize you were crying.

“It’ll be okay,” Tendou reassured. There was nothing but confidence in his tone and you couldn’t help but believe him.

You nodded, wiping away your tears and giving him a shaky smile.

‘For just one night,’ you promised yourself. Just one night would you allow yourself to pretend like everything was normal and you were just two teens in love, staying up to name the clouds and watch the stars.

You curled into his side, pressing your face to his chest. You listened to his heartbeat and the rise and fall as he breathed, closing your eyes and imprinting him into your memory.

You woke up a few hours before dawn, the gun now clutched in your hands. Life no longer breathed air into Tendou and you guiltily sucked in oxygen, willing your hands not to shake.

In and out. In and out.

“Until we meet again,” you murmured, pulling the trigger.

Perhaps one day the sun would shine down on them and they could smile and know this happiness wouldn’t end.

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