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nqmonarch · 26 days

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For the request, can I please have yandere Black Swan x fem or gn reader x yandere Sparkle headcanon as the poly relationship? Basically Sparkle and Black Swan are working together to get their darling.

Yeah of course! Sorry for the late response! I also started this before current quest came out (2.1 I think, the one that focuses on Aventurine) so sorry if I missed anything that came out recently!

CW: Yandere themes (it isn't super heavy I think), Memory manipulation, kidnapping that isn't viewed as kidnapping by the kidnappee

To start with is always the question of how Black Swan and Sparkle become interested in you, such a strange duo both with different goals and aspirations yet absolutely threatening while working together.

You were a very simple person but also infinitely complex, like most people. But rather than keep the complexities of your life close to yourself and the ones you cared for, you wore your life on your sleeve. One moment you'd be distracted by ooo-- pretty fish nice bright and orange and--. Oh right the drink in front of you is also pretty nice but the moment you drink it, it'll be gone forever. It won't matter, and will be forgotten in your own mind, and the mind of the world. In the grand scheme of things it doesn't matter in the slightest, just like your life. Unless if it's a super good drink.

And look there's a pretty lady following the pretty fish! Actually it looks like the fish are swimming around her, maybe in the dream scape you're permanently under the sea. You don't really like the sea though, actually it's okay. You've just been a thousand meters deep before and at that point the pressure kills, you didn't die but it wasn't pleasant. Thankfully, gear was upgraded pretty well, which is expected for a city under water. There were also many beautiful creatures down there that you were lucky to see and lots of rocks, there weren't fish like the fish around the pretty lady though-- and she's gone.

What a shame, you would've loved to introduce yourself to her. Now, your drink demanded your attention and you had to oblige.

And that was the first time you met Sparkle.

You were someone that could admire Sparkle and not only indulge but enjoy her games and give her the attention she wanted. And after you ended up accidentally joining a scene you weren't supposed to be in and participating in her murder mystery game, she realized how good the attention felt.

Black Swan was someone who would observe a puzzle from the outside and would play along with the puzzle but truly be trying to deconstruct the person behind the puzzle.

You, on the other hand, were someone who would know it's a puzzle yet, devote your all to something you knew wasn't real. How silly, but how... cute? Sparkle's thoughts surprised even her, she had always been into toppling over more composed people. But you were composed in a different way. You were passionate but controlled, excited but not often upset, like a river flowing rapidly leaving waves in the air but not leaving it's boundaries unnecessarily.

Your unexpected participation in the murder mystery was exactly what drew Black Swan's interest as well. Your attention was changing from detail to detail each minute and when the time came to guess who Sparkle was. You foolishly guessed Sparkle's body-- and you were right. Black Swan should've figured out the fool would've pulled something like this, Sampo was too obvious of an answer.

Your excitement at the truth was genuine from the way your entire face brightened up to the way you began to hop excitedly in place. "See? Sampo's too nice to kill someone!" She thought your reasoning was still wrong though.

Sampo was pretty cool, he seemed like a scum bag but that didn't mean he'd kill someone he was still too nice to do that. Also he didn't act interested enough in the murder to be Sparkle. If you killed someone you'd be really interested in how the detective solved the murder, it'd be like a fun little game! But you wouldn't do that, most people didn't deserve to die and the ones that did probably wouldn't die by your hand-- and what if you were wrong you'd be better off sending them to jail and hoping they'd reform instead and someone just said something to you that you missed oh shit, hopefully you won't get yelled at.

Oh wait that wasn't directed at you that's just Sparkle trying to get Black Swan to-- wait Black Swan's a memokeeper?! That's sick! Your eyes shined as you looked at the elegant woman with new found respect. A shame Sparkle got rejected, you'd invite her to dance but she probably wouldn't want to dance with you.

"Miss Black Swan," You piped up looking at the veiled woman excitedly and she turned to you with a slight smile. Perhaps, she'd erase your memory, memokeepers were rather secretive right?

None the less you'd rather say what you wanted to say, "Thank you for your work. No memories deserve to be lost, even though one day they will all be lost as we all inevitably die... but that's a while from now! There's so much beauty that needs to be preserved but will inevitably be forgotten. If only we could all share in it, but I understand you likely have your reasons."

If only memokeepers could share all they knew, wouldn't the knowledge of that help humanity immensely? But the weight of memories isn't to be taken lightly, you reminded yourself. All of the pain everyone experienced had to be remembered as well. Because to forget is to repeat.

Her honey eyes took the shape of crescents, "Thank you, dear," her voice sounded like honey too, enough so that you felt your ears grow red at the term of endearment, "Fear not, cherished memories will be preserved from true oblivion."

You blinked, once, twice, "But at some point doesn't there have to be nothing? That's why it's important not just to protect such memories but also make them. Because all we really have is tomorrow. Well, I suppose the only guaranteed thing I have is tomorrow-- actually I could die in the next second so all I have is right now. But memories, at some point wouldn't they have to become nothing as well?"

You paused for a moment before continuing, walking away from Black Swan, "I guess there's no way to know until the end. So when you know whether or not even they become nothing, I'll be waiting, curious, to hear your answer."

That was a fun time. You solved a fake murder, met two pretty ladies, and- oh you won't be alive to hear Black Swan's answer what a shame-- OH! You wondered if they had the once in millennium memory of the ten moon solar eclipse where you could see them all because the smallest moons were the closest to the planet. What a beautiful sight, shame that planet was pretty much deserted. You'd just been lucky to get to see it, you had a research grant or something. Righttt to get samples of that one man eating flower, the cool part was that its flowers contained traces of metal, particularly gold.

Huh, how'd that work? Not like it mattered you were just suppose to get a sample. You wondered if the Garden of Recollection how memories of that plant. You wondered if they had memories of a world slowly dying out, of its last flower crumpling to stony surface.

And with that Black Swan was left looking at your back as you walked away. You were an interesting person. She'd keep an eye out for you but in the meantime the Astral Express seemed to be having some troubles she'd have to prioritize first.

Then, you ran into Sparkle again. This time you were able to strike up a conversation with her. She seemed like a friendly person, albeit she did almost get you killed but such is the way with pranks! All's fair in love and games! And what was life if not a game? Plus you got to see her pretty fish. You wanted one. You didn't think you'd be able to take good care of a fish though, you were already struggling to take care of yourself.

You had a few more run ins with Sparkle and played her games much to her delight! Each time she felt herself growing more excited, would you die if the game required it? You put such care into each moment but even when it resulted in nothing you laughed it off. It was annoying at times, as if anything she planned didn't matter. But when your eyes lit up at solving a puzzle those thoughts were dissuaded.

And even better was how your eyes lit up when they saw her.

How Sparkle preened under your praise. She was sure her games were getting even better with such encouragement and an eager participant! She almost forgot why she came to Penacony in the first place but, she unfortunately had a job. At least the job was fun! Once she was done she'd come and pick you up, she was certain you'd love to come along with her!

Coincidentally when Sparkle had to get more focused on her work you met the beautiful memokeeper again. You greeted her gracefully, your face obviously excited to see her again, and she invited you to a dance..? Sure! Hadn't Sparkle wanted to dance with Black Swan earlier though? Black Swan must've just been busy then, you weren't sure you knew there was something bigger going on behind the scenes but you didn't care much. This was your vacation! Complete freedom to go around and have fun and embrace all the beautiful sights.

Her hand rested snugly on your waist and you didn't resist from leaning into it. You enjoyed the occasional comforts of life, everything is temporary after all. Even if you'd never see Sparkle or Black Swan after this it wouldn't hurt to indulge in the companionship they offered you. "I thought you were too busy to dance," You commented offhandedly, eyes glancing down to her feet every few moments.

Black Swan hummed, appearing a bit confused at first before her vision cleared, "I had another partner but it appears that I got ahead of myself."

"That's always a shame," You replied with a comforting nod. You weren't sure what happened but it can be disappointing when things don't work out, "Still, unexpected results lead to new potential options and that's always fun." You smiled at Black Swan trying to console her as you squeezed her hand gently.

"I suppose you're right," She hummed voice low, eyes rested on you as if always examining you-- oh that's right! You wouldn't forget this time!

You averted your eyes from hers, "I don't mean to be presumptuous but..." Wasn't it arrogant to offer a memory to her? You were sure she'd seen of all kinds of memories, but... you still wanted to offer. "I've traveled a bit and been lucky enough to see some rare sights. I know you've seen a lot but if there's anything particular you want to see, I may have seen it."

That didn't come off as too arrogant right? Honestly, you'd be honored to have a memokeeper keep any of your memories and preserve them but having one look at them was an honor as well.

To your surprise Black Swan didn't reject your idea, at first her eyes widened a bit before relaxing as a sort of fondness entered them, "I've been quite curious myself. I won't intrude, dear." Your bodies remained in motion as she gazed into your eyes and the dance didn't stop.

After Black Swan's experience with Acheron she planned knew not to enter past memories lightly. But, you'd offered up so sweetly and with such hope in your eyes how couldn't she agree? She was curious as well, albeit she wasn't drawn to you like a moth to flame but there was always those lingering thoughts. You were transparent but your words open as they were seemed to lack a clear motive. She wouldn't dig too deeply into your memories just to be safe.

Your memories were clear they were orderly, each having their own place but always moving like an orderly line. Every few moments one would fall out of place and breeze by before finding a new place and the rest would adjust to accommodate it. Black Swan entered one, and immediately felt content. A sunset reached out and covered the landscape in a golden glow, many different kinds of flowers built up human shaped statues, and a soft blanket rested under her palms.

How pleasant, and new... She hadn't been here before, it had a sunset something you could see nearly everywhere but each individual detail added a sense of freshness. She entered another memory, and another. Was there nothing but joy and content in your life?

Each memory was a pleasant feeling that washed over her and kept her warm. She didn't want to leave. In a sense it was more dangerous than Acheron's memories which had tried to devour her bite by bite. But this was a lure, a sweet world with nothing but beauty as if it wanted to trap Black Swan forever. She entered another memory, which had been moving along pleasantly.

Peace washed over Black Swan and she felt her shoulders slump down, as she saw a sun take up half the space of the sky. A single flower to the left crumple onto stone. The death of a world. What had you been doing here?

Why... despite the lack of life and everything was it still so peaceful and warm. As if the act of death was one of beauty. As of with you everything was worthy of joy. Your memories were deceiving, Black Swan noted. She wanted to find a painful one, there had to be at least one, right?

And there were several, far out numbered by the golden soft ones that immersed her in feelings of ecstasy. But after being pampered with such rich memories, and after having almost been devoured by some (Acheron's) Black Swan couldn't bring herself to enter the pain. She would later, but for now she'd be safe, she wouldn't intrude.

At some point during the dance you began to feel cold. You kept an appropriate distance from Black Swan and was sure she didn't notice the way you leaned into her body slightly more. But after a few minutes of the non-stop dancing you felt her hand let go of yours and move around your back to hold you close.

"Thank you," Her voice held warmth in it that you hadn't heard from her before.

"It's beautiful right?" You weren't sure what memory she'd seen but you had many that were pleasing, although you were sure a memokeeper's expectations were higher than yours. Honestly, you could drink a good drink and that would be enough of a pleasing memory for you. Speaking of which you had a wonderful drink the first time you saw Sparkle, you should go get that again.

Black Swan looked into your eyes, a gentle smile on her face, "It is." And for once you felt slightly uncomfortable, as if you didn't understand what she was saying completely. But you brushed it off, you didn't understand after all you didn't know what memories she saw.

Black Swan truly thought you were a sight to behold. A gem, she'd almost missed out. And as she saw you dancing with Sparkle, Black Swan recognized you were a beauty she'd almost lost.

Somehow Sparkle had found out about you dancing with Black Swan and had demanded a dance. Of course she hadn't said it outright instead it was a part of a game. In order to sneak into some "evil castle" the two of you attended a ball in which you pretended to be normal guests but would likely later sneak off to what Sparkle proclaimed as "behind the stage." Coincidentally Penacony also had a dance right now, making the atmosphere perfect.

Of course, there was no evil castle, or grand scheme but it was a fun game. Sparkle dragged you between couples, keeping your bodies forever in a sway. She'd twirl into your arms and rest her head on your chest, tilting her head up with a foxish grin on her face. How precious. You'd let out a laugh, and then bring her into a dip.

Then she'd wring her hands around your neck, keeping it still, but not hurting you in the slightest, and a warm feeling would touch your lips. That... That wasn't right. But you might as well indulge in the moment, your time here was coming to a close. Every dream eventually had to end.

You leaned forward, eyes closed, and mind completely focused on the lips on yours. They were warm and soft, and although at first they'd been rather tentative at your reciprocation they pressed closer and Sparkle leaned closer to you as well.

Black Swan hadn't been expecting to see that. Of all of the things she was expecting today, this was the one she expected the least. Her fingers rested on her thigh as she gazed at the pair which was now dancing again. As much as she wanted to approach she remained stagnant, this event was just about to begin after all.

Even if Black Swan did interrupt even she wasn't sure of what she would say or do. Was she upset that the little lady had kissed her dear? Or was Black Swan upset that you had danced with her little lady. Perhaps, she was just feeling a bit excluded, but she hadn't felt this way since before she was a memokeeper.

Black Swan didn't have time to dwell on her feelings because the next moment your body had been impaled. You lurched forward, pushing Sparkle away as you for some reason tasted water rather than blood in your mouth. You let out a choked cough and crumpled to your knees, barely able to feel the pain. You wanted to run but-- it was all over now wasn't it? You'd never died before.

This hadn't gone to plan, was the first thing Sparkle realized. She might've gotten too distracted by you, and now she paid the price. Your dying face was new and beautiful but, she had a sinking realization she didn't want to see this again. Since this was a dream it'd be fine and her smile came quite easy to her, the laugh came out even easier.

How fun. But if you were dead then the fun would end wouldn't it? It seemed like Sparkle would have to take the stage after all and it seemed like her dear memokeeper was inclined to too.

You woke up, clothes sticking to your body, and jolted out of the water pod. You were alive. That was good, you still hadn't gotten that drink you liked here again. You got up from the pod, pulling your damps clothes off and replacing them with dry ones. What a bad end to a dream, you only had a few days left here too. You eyed the pod nervously, you didn't exactly want to revisit it now either. Maybe you'd leave Penacony a bit early.

Your hand drifted down to your stomach, there was no hole in it. What had stabbed you anyway? It's not like it mattered now. You walked out of your room, face more uneasy than normal. It was a shame you'd be leaving without bidding those beautiful women goodbye.

Before setting off for your next adventure you sat down at the bar and ordered a drink similar to the one you had in the dream world. It tasted slightly sweeter. How nice, even nicer were the lights on the ceiling. Intricately decorated. And the individual next to you was beautiful as well, with long lilac hair.

"It's pleasant to see you again Dear." Her voice was soft and adoring, eyes as sweet as honey.

You blinked in surprise, "Black Swan!" A smile grew on your face, you didn't think she would bother to make herself visible in the real world to you.

"Boo!" A smaller hand rested on your shoulder as a lighter voice whispered in your ear suddenly. You jolted upward, and felt warmth flood across your face.

"Sparkle!" You greeted her with as much enthusiasm as you hid Black Swan, her hands glided across your chest and onto your opposite shoulders holding you in a hug.

Black Swan examined the two of you, a smile remaining on her face affectionately. It felt strange. Like you were intruding on a scene, like you weren't meant to be here. "Little lady, don't go overboard. I'm sure our dear is already feeling overwhelmed after all that's happened." Her glove hand brushed against your cheek.

Okay. You didn't know how to deal with this. When two women out of your league were so physically close. It wasn't that you weren't a catch yourself just, a memokeeper and Sparkle was beyond gorgeous herself. Maybe if you just stayed still they'd go away.

Sparkle poked your cheek and you remained perfectly still. And who could blame you? This was a bit overwhelming. You had just died what felt to be a few moments ago anyway and that... that wasn't pleasant. It was new but for once you wanted to go in your room and just sleep it off, or adventure until you forgot about it or distorted it into a memory of beauty.

"...Hey, you're not broken yet, right? There's so much fun to be had!" Sparkle's voice sounded worried at first before turning into her usual enthusiastic tone. You could feel her breath against your ear, the warmth of her arms around you, and the sudden loss of Black Swan's hand against your cheek.

Black Swan let out a gentle sigh, "I suppose it'd be too much to hope for you to be immediately the same after that." Her gaze was pitying to which you lifted an eyebrow.

"Well having experienced death does that," You muttered, "It'll disappear with time." Your words were nonchalant despite the severity of what had happened, and you shrugged Sparkle's arms off or at least you tried to.

Instead the smaller girl linked her hands around your waist and pressed her face against your back, "Now, that's the spirit!" She cheered, "What should we do next?" She paused, "Oh! Let's get into the Genius Society! I wanna impersonate a genius! And you, can have Black Swan whisper you the answers!"

Ooo that actually sounded pretty fun, the Genius Society even you had never been able to seen behind their walls. Wait-- you had work to do though, work which would thankfully let you see rare sights. Although you were pretty sure your next job was one of the less savory ones, the planet you were heading to was torn apart by war. War was such a disgusting thing, leaving behind only murder in its path. But from all the dead bodies one day would spring flowers.

You could've been one of those bodies. Although you doubted any flowers would be able to grow in the dream pod you'd been sleeping in. Your body wouldn't have even been beautiful in the end. That's what will happen if you get complacent, like you were on vacation.

"That does sound fun," You admitted gazing over your shoulder to Sparkle, "But, my break is over! Things to do, people to meet, you know how it is." Sparkle's arms froze around you and you lightly brushed them off, getting up from the bar stool.

When you went to leave it was Black Swan who stopped you, arm resting on your shoulder, and pulling you close as if to embrace you, "Remember Dear, you have to rest. It's been a lot hasn't it? Would you like me to walk you back to your room?" She offered politely, and you smiled graciously in response.

"Thanks! But, I didn't really pack much. I was planning to just head out, actually. I'm happy I got to see the both of you again though!" You rested one hand on Black Swan's bicep, squeezing it affectionately, and the other on Sparkle's head, gently patting her hair and then running your hand down to her neck.

This had been a fun journey, despite... your death. It wasn't really a death it was in the dream world but maybe whether or not it was real didn't matter. But how it effected you did. So as long as you changed the effect it would be okay. Your dream world death was a new and wonderful experience-- yeah that just didn't sit right with you. The lighting seemed off in the room for a moment as Sparkle jumped up from her chair and walked over to you, presumably for a hug.

You'd been hugged out but it was likely the last time you'd see her, and a bit of indulgence in the warmth she offered wouldn't hurt you. But her knocking you out did.

Black Swan let out an aggrieved sigh, "Did you have to do that?" For once some annoyance seeped into her voice. "I thought you would like the chase," She then mentioned offhandedly.

"It's the most fun part," Sparkle remarked looking at your body on the floor a smile on her face, "But how are you supposed to chase someone's that's dead? ...That ends the game. It'd be great if the fun could last forever! So why can't it?" She let out a laugh, that was less out of amusement and more out of clinging onto the little sanity she had left.

"You're worried," Black Swan kneeled down, and put one arm around her shoulder as your other arm was placed around Sparkle's.

Sparkle turned to Black Swan, still smiling, "Of course! I don't want to miss out on all of the fun!"

You couldn't help but laugh even if it was at your own detriment. It seemed like Sparkle had finally found you, "Took you long enough!" You teased her, the sun remained low in the sky. You forced your shoulders to relax, they were oddly tense.

A bird fluttered above the two of you, resting on a tree branch. "All I hear is a sore loser, I still caught you!" Sparkle's voice was filled with glee as she linked your arms together, "You're mine now, okay!"

"I always have been," You responded to your lover staring at the sun that would forever remain in its Golden Hour, "...You know, I've always wanted to leave home..." You admitted, you wondered when Black Swan would be back. It wasn't quite the same without her.

Thankfully you didn't have to wonder for long as you saw the beautiful woman stepped out of the house. You began to tremble when you saw her. You wondered why... Perhaps out of excitement? If it was anyone else you would've guessed that your trembling was out of fear.

Black Swan walked over to the two of you, practically gliding, "Are you ready to leave now?" She asked you gently, to which your face became alit with excitement, "I suppose Sparkle and I do have to leave soon anyway," Black Swan let out a mellow sigh, "Would you like to join us?"

You didn't think even for a second, "Of course!" You ran to embrace Black Swan, feeling her chest move against yours with every breath.

You'd always wanted to leave the Golden Hour, and to be able to leave with your two new lovers seemed like the best thing that could happen! Perhaps you'd be able to see some fish at the bottom of the sea, or a world die, or some of Sparkle's fun pranks! But you were happiest to stay by their side. That was all that mattered, after all they were the ones who brought light into your life.

Keeping you safe had come at a cost, but all good things require a little sacrifice. You'd still be the same person just without the same parts, well memories. It didn't matter anyway you'd have plenty of memories to replace the ones which had been altered and lost.

Black Swan would fill you with more honeyed memories and Sparkle would bring color to them all.

A free bird sings better than a caged one. And even though the singing was exactly what attracted them in the first place, it'd be better to keep you safe, right where they can see you. But if that bird stops to sing then maybe they'll have to let out. Or make it believe that it was let out by keeping it in a dream. So that even once it wakes up from the dream it'll still believe it's free.

ANYWAY WHILE I WAS IN THE PROCESS OF WRITING THIS I SENT IT TO MY FRIEND ALL PEEPOSHY HEY U WANNA READ IT (first fanfic of mine they would have read that isn't about our friends). AND DISCORD DID THE DUMBASS THING OF SENDING IT IN A .TXT SO I WAS LIKE: aw man don't worry about it

anyway this mf reads it anyway scrolling right and left and down bcus the .txt format is SO bad I straight up just copy pasted it idk why discord was being so bitchy. And like-- they read it so fucking kind and nice :) im blessed with good friends

Per usual I am realizing how infinitely shitty I am at writing head canons (everything just turns into a fic) if this wasn't to your liking send a request and I can try to amend it to more just ideas but generally by the time I get started on the first question (what makes them interested in you) it's already a story and I forgot I was answering a request.

My big idea for this one were strongly inspired by how Black Swan remarks that Sparkle is like a child, as she always seems to be craving affection/approval, and that makes her easy to please. Also Sparkle is so hard to write like her dialogue is chaotic but it's like held within a line idk it's weird I was trying to mimic it but I don't think it came out too well. Also I wanted to add more Black Swan x Sparkle but it just didn't work out that way when I was writing it, don't blame me I can't control what I write (you can blame me).

#hsr #reader insert #gn reader #yandere #yandere x reader #double yandere #sparkle x reader #sparkle hsr #black swan x reader #black swan hsr #hsr x reader #women are really hot in my opinion but i'm not used to writing them as love interests #so this is a very amateurish when it comes to stuff like hugs and stuff but i'm happy with it

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orphetoon · 2 months

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Different person, I desire info on the ace attorney au

HI SORRY THIS IS LIKE A MONTH OLD AT THIS POINT

idk if i'll ever do more art bc when will i ever be interested in jjba AND aa at the same time again but just for you. the rough timeline of the entire au

PART 1: PHANTOM ATTORNEY

basically phantom blood but without vampires. jonathan is a defense attorney, the assistant switches between erina and speedwagon; first case is probably defending speedwagon. zeppeli isn't a hamon user here, but rather a spirit medium who gives jonathan some training. jonathan can't actually talk to ghosts, his ability is probably more similar to apollo's; maybe he can sense someones spirit 'wavering', aka when they're unsure.

main antagonist is dio, who is the opposing attorney. he's done a lot of shit he's never gotten caught for, but jonathan manages to reveal his crimes in the final case. dio gets sentenced to death, rip king.

PART 2: uh. battle tendency doesn't happen here.

idk how long it would've taken someone to get executed back in ye olde england times but for this au its long enough for jonathan to have at least two kids. one of these is george ii (joseph's dad), the other will create a branch family (aka giornos gotta exist somehow)

shortly after dio's execution, he forms as a vengeful spirit and is able to forcibly possess jonathan and kill him. dio's a bitch tho and continues to possess joestars whenever possible, but due to uh. reasons? he's not able to kill the next generation of joestars until they have had their own kids. deciding that going after the whole lineage would be tiring, dio just decides to focus on joseph and his descendants.

PART 3: jotaro fucks up

joseph manages to spirit train well enough that dio can't possess him or whatever, and lives a long life. holly manages to avoid him as well. jotaro was on the track to be strong enough to shut dio out, but decided to be an idiot 17 year old and try to banish dio for good. by some means both he and dio fail at their goals, and jotaro is stuck with dio...not really possessing him, but giving running commentary 24/7. joots tries to live with it for awhile, but the thought that dio could eventually succeed in possessing him and hurting those around him (aka baby jolyne) causes him to distance himself from everyone.

PART 4: AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

apologies to josuke for stealing his part number.

anyway. almost completely unrelated to all that, pannacotta fugo is a prodigy prosecuting attorney who has one of the highest success rates in the country. he has a found family sort of thing with the rest of bucci's gang, who he's all advised on legal matters at some point. they (sans fugo) run a restaurant; this isn't important at all to the au, i just like the idea. anyway, fugo's life is pretty good, until.

giorno fucking giovanna.

he arrives out of nowhere and quickly becomes the best defense in the country, even tho he's younger than fugo (both of them are too young to be attorneys, but this is aa). doesn't matter if his client is clearly guilty, giorno can get them off the hook (he only takes clients he believes should be seen as innocent, but giorno has his own interesting moral system). these two idiots battle it out in the courtroom, until bucciarati is framed for a murder.

unable to defend him, fugo turns to the only person he can, giorno. giorno completely clears bucci's name, unraveling the truth of the case - aka taking down diavolo, who's organized most of the crimes in this 'game'. since trish is the assistant for this game, she becomes kinda the main character during the final case lol. either way diavolo goes to jail, and both gio and trish are sort of folded into the bucci gang.

PART 5: GHOSTS ARE REAL

the second 'game' would be giorno with jolyne as an assistant; he clears her from the vehicular manslaughter and both of them resolve to solve the conspiracy behind it (it's pucci. pucci's behind it). josuke is here as a side character, being a police detective

the final case involves revealing pucci's crimes and jolyne finding a way to free her father from dio's spirit. no universe reset here lads :)

50/50 onto whether giorno finds out he's actually related to the joestars or not. he still bills them either way

PART 6: feedback investigations

fugo gets his own games but idk a whole lot about the investigations games so uh! lets just say its normal aa shenanigans with the purple haze feedback characters in there as well

#god this is so long #i did NOT reread this. if there are any logical errors no there aren't #jjba #jjba ace attorney au #ask

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daisyvisions · 1 year

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Lee Hyunjae Masterlist ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

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➤ Unspoken Words - Pt.1 | Pt. 2 | Pt.3

If someone were to tell you that you'd be in a fake relationship with the person you despise the most just to make your best friend jealous, you would've laughed in their face. But here you are... caught up in this exact situation.

➤ All or Nothing (to be written…)

One-shots ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ Dirty Little Secret

Lee Hyunjae, the school’s bad boy. He’s widely known not only for his cold personality but also the fact that his charms can get any girl to sleep with him. But, is his reputation as true as everyone claims, or is it all just a lie that someone decided to spread which he had no control over?

➤ Anything For My Bestest Friend (ft. Sunwoo)

So Sunwoo has a little crush on Hyunjae's girlfriend, so what? But what happens when Hyunjae finds out about this little crush in the most unexpected way?

➤ Hide and Seek

You thought avoiding your feelings by completely avoiding Hyunjae would solve everything. But a little game of hide and seek changes that.

➤ Kinktober Day 32 - Hypnotism

➤ Kinktober Day 33 - Wildcard (Double Penetration)

Blurbs & Requests ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ All Planned Out (roommate! x power play)

➤ Three’s a crowd (poly! relationship ft. sangyeon)

➤ Teach Him a Lesson (foursome ft. Juyeon & Eric)

➤ After School Sessions

➤ Yandere! Professor Hyunjae

➤ Head in the Clouds (blowjobs ft. Sangyeon & Juyeon)

➤ Hyunjae's Kinks and Turn-ons

➤ What sex with Hyunjae be like?

Others ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ Demon! Hyunjae (ft. Adonis)

➤ Sex with Hyunjae (w/ nsfw link)

Hard Hours ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ under construction 🚧

Masterlist

#the boyz #Kpop fics #the boyz fanfic #tbz fics #tbz scenarios #tbz smut #the boyz smut #kpop smut #the boyz hard hours #the boyz scenarios #hyunjae scenarios #hyunjae smut #lee hyunjae smut #hyunjae hard hours

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batztrangem · 2 years

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Leather and Chains (Main Cenobites/Reader)

Author’s Note: Finally posting my most popular oneshot from Wattpad on here because why not? This was requested.

Honestly this is nothing special.

CW: Mentions of stalking, mention of canon typical Hellraiser violence

Also I don’t know why there are such big gaps between some of the paragraphs. No matter how much I tried to backspace Tumblr wouldn’t let me?? I don’t know what’s going on.

Crossposted on Wattpad (_queenofthefandoms_) and AO3 (leztrangem) . Hope you enjoy! 🖤

Being in a poly relationship with four demons was not the easiest thing. Being in a relationship with one human being was hard enough.

I admit, when I solved that puzzle box years ago, I did not understand what I was getting into. At the time, I had hoped that solving it would solve my problems. I knew what it held. I knew that if the demons that the box called to me didn't think I was worthy to become a cenobite, they'd kill me.

At the time, that didn't seem so bad.

But when I opened that box, that other world, it didn't go as planned. The Hell Priest and his posse believed I was worthy, yes, but in a way that didn't involve me becoming a deformed demon in servitude of Hell. I was worthy of something that they didn't offer any other human. I was worthy of their love.

That was many years ago.

I remember that night that the four of them appeared in my room. I was horrified at the time. The only reason I had initially accepted their offer of a relationship was out of fear. If I had declined, I probably would've died that night. But now, no fear lived in me when it came to them. Well, I didn't fear for myself.

There were four cenobites.

There was Butterball. He was an extremely large demon and had no hair and pale skin, much like the others. When I say large, I mean it. Butterball had multiple neck rolls and a large protruding stomach. Round sunglasses had been deeply embedded into his eye sockets and his eyes underneath, from my understanding, were sewn shut. I knew he couldn't see, but I never asked to what extent. His large belly was often exposed. Much like the other cenobites, he had an open wound. His was located on his stomach, pulled apart by hooks that were attached to his leather outfit.

Then there was Chatterer. Out of all the deformities of the cenobites, Chatterer was the more gruesome. Any other person would immediately run after seeing him. His skin appeared to be burned, and it twisted up his head. His eyes were nonexistent, or at least they appeared to be. Instead of eyes, there were two holes on his face where I imagine his eyes once were. His skin was not as pale as the others, and it was red and irritated in a lot of places. And let's not forget his mouth. His teeth were exposed and his lips were drawn back with metal hooks and wire. His lips were almost in the shape of a square. His gums glistened with blood all the time, much like the open wound on the back of his head. I had gotten used to kissing him on the cheek for obvious reasons. He didn't mind either. He could understand the reluctance.

DP was the third cenobite of the group. Over the years I had started to refer to her as DP. The initial name that she had been given in hell was nothing short of gross. Not to mention the fact that she didn't like to be addressed by it. So instead, I used the initials of the name she had been given. I understood why she didn't like her name, but I could also understand why it was given to her. Take one look at her throat and you'd understand. It was cut open. Pulled apart by a contraption that pushed out of her cheeks. Much like the others, she felt no pain from this laceration. Pain for them was entirely different from the pain that humans experienced. She also felt no pain when it came to the long screw that was pierced through the bridge of her nose. In an odd way, DP was extremely beautiful. Her skin was paper white with hints of blue in the lowest parts of her face. Her temples were deep and so were her eyes. For the most part, she was bald, but a couple of strands of blonde hair had survived her transformation in Hell. She looked the most human out of all of them. She definitely was more approachable at times. She was almost always the first one I went to when something was wrong.

Last but not least, there was Pinhead, the Hell Priest. His name was pretty much self-explanatory. Rows of small-headed pins were set deep in his head, sticking out pretty much everywhere. There were also rows of cuts that lined the nails. He was bald, much like the rest. And much like the rest, especially him, he was protective.

Honestly, protective is an understatement.

I had been in relationships before the cenobites where my partners were protective. The cenobites weren't just protective. They were rage-filled. If they suspected anyone even showed a slight interest in me, that person would be dead the next day. At first, it just seemed like a coincidence, but now it was obvious why they ended up dead.

That knowledge has been ringing in the back of my head for days as I approached my final year of college.

Normally, I just quietly worked through the school year. I barely talked to people unless I had to, I didn't go to parties, and I attempted to not draw any attention to myself. That was how college had gone until now. Now there's this guy. I can't even think of his name. Maybe it was Jacob? Jack? Who knows?

At first, I thought this guy in my advanced journalism class was just being friendly. But now, every day, this guy would come up with an excuse to sit near me in class and talk with me. Now he would show up to the same shop where I'd get lunch or seemingly be in the local library when I went to get books. The flirting had escalated to what I considered stalking. It was bad enough having my demonic partners breathing down my necks, but now I had this stranger from a class following me around everywhere. And it was only a matter of time before the demons would find out.

I drove down the long driveway. My house was tucked away in the woods, surrounded by towering pine trees and the faint chirps of birds. The scenery was beautiful, which completely contrasted what was inside the house. I pulled the car up to the front of the house.

I sighed as I turned the car off. It had been such a long, tiresome day. My thoughts were completely scattered. All I wanted to do was go get into some pajamas and sleep for the rest of the weekend.

I silently got out of the car, taking in a deep breath of the cool, crisp autumn air. I opened the back door to get my belongings out of the backseat. As I knelt down to grab my backpack, I felt eyes on me. My head shot up quickly, scanning the surrounding woods. I slowly pulled my backpack out of the car, lifting it up and letting it droop over my shoulder. I closed the car doors and walked towards the house. Stopping in my tracks, I looked up at the house. The windows in the dining room were open. And there sat the source of the eyes I had felt watching me. DP sat at the dining room table, looking out at me. I small nervous smile sprouted on my face as I walked up the stairs of the front porch.

Turning the knob of the front door, I pushed myself in the house, closing the door behind me and dropping my backpack and purse by near the door. The house was much more warm and cozy than the contrasting atmosphere outside. I took off my jacket and laid it on the back of the living room sofa, which was occupied by a sleeping Butterball. I glanced towards the kitchen. DP was still sitting at the dining room table, staring outside. She seemed to be deep in thought. It was either that or she was patiently waiting for me to come to greet her.

I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Butterball's forehead, which caused him to stir in his sleep but not wake.

I walked out of the living room and into the dining room, which was an open, shared room with the kitchen. DP stared out the window, seemingly deep in thought. The sunlight from outside lit up the room and caused a dramatic shadow to carve out the features on her chiseled face. I sighed as I made my way to the refrigerator.

"I wonder if she knows about the guy from my class," I thought as I leaned down and grabbed a bottle of water, "If she does, then they all know. And if they all know, then that guy is doomed."

I pulled out the chair across from DP and sat down, slumping in the chair as I opened my bottle of water. She didn't move, didn't even acknowledge the fact that I was sitting across from her. Instead, she faced away from me, towards the window, just watching the outside world. I took a sip of water and stared at the back of DP's head. I closed the water bottle and pushed it aside.

"Something must be wrong," I thought.

Anything could have been wrong, who knows? She could have just been plotting on how to rip that guy's throat out. For all I knew, one of them had probably read my mind if that was even possible. Maybe she knew.

I sighed loudly, hoping to get her attention. She didn't move.

Sigh.

Nothing.

Sigh.

Not even a flinch.

"Maybe she's trying to remember when she wasn't a demon. I know that's hard for her to remember. Or maybe she's messing with me."

SIGH.

"Are you okay?" DP asked suddenly causing my mouth to twist into a small smirk. She continued to look outside. Her shoulders seemed to lower, as if she had finally relaxed.

"Yes, I just had a rough day. What about you?" I questioned, trying to figure out why she had been silently staring out of the window. She knew what I was trying to ask, and she definitely wasn't planning on answering.

"A rough day? May I ask what caused it?" she asked, ignoring my question from before. She slowly turned around in her seat to face me, causing her leather-clad clothes to squeak.

"Just...things haven't been going my way," I answered as I stood up and made my way to the refrigerator once again. I leaned down and opened it, looking for a small snack.

"That's very vague, my love," DP stated. I shrugged my shoulders, although she couldn't see me because of the refrigerator door being in the way.

"Vague, indeed," a deep voice said, making me stand up quickly.

Pinhead stood at the large door frame, leaning on the wood. My mind went into a small panic as I shut the fridge door. I glanced over at DP, who was partially watching Pinhead. She seemed distracted once again, as if she couldn't get something off her mind. They both knew something.

"Have you been enjoying the house?" I asked Pinhead, walking over to him and placing my hands on his shoulder. His eyes scanned over my face.

"Don't try to change the subject," he said.

I sighed, slipping my hands off his shoulders and walking past him.

"It was a genuine question. You guys did just move in. I'm curious," I said as I entered the living room, plopping down on the couch.

Butterball, who was on the other side of the large couch, sat up. He looked at Pinhead and then at me, not sure what was going on. Chatterer also entered the living room, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. He sat down beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I couldn't tell if it was in a protective way or a comforting way.

"You're trying to change the subject," Pinhead said as he walked behind the couch, leaning on the cushions. I huffed as I stared at him.

"Can you make him stop?" I asked quietly, looking up at Chatterer.

He shook his head and clicked his teeth together a couple of times. DP emerged from the kitchen, walking towards the couch.

"He's just-we're just concerned," DP explained, standing behind Pinhead who hadn't taken his eyes off of me. I tapped my fingers on my leg, impatiently.

"I know you're concerned, but every time you guys get concerned about something you go...off the hinges," I explained.

And it wasn't an understatement. One time a girl got too handsy with me one day. The next day a news report was on the TV about how she had been murdered. Her skin had been ripped off by hooks and chains. If that didn't scream "my partners are jealous, murdering demons" then I don't know what will.

"Oh," Pinhead said, pausing and standing up straight, "so that's the problem."

"I didn't tell you what the problem was. Hell, there is no problem!" I exclaimed.

But there was a problem. I was being stalked. There was no denying it. The guy from my class was stalking me. But that didn't mean that Pinhead should have his way with the poor guy. He just needed to be confronted.

"I believe you, love," DP said, trying to calm me down.

She sat down on the opposite side of me and placed a hand on my knee. "If you don't see him as a problem then we won't do anything," she whispered.

"Wait...so you guys knew? About the guy from my class?" I questioned.

DP nodded.

"Your thoughts are loud, my love. I could hear your mind as you slept last night," she said, putting her hand up to my face, "It was only a matter of time before we found out. His name...is Jackson," she said.

"And we will happily get rid of him," Pinhead butted in.

"ONLY if you want us to," DP snapped back, almost hissing at the Hell Priest for interrupting.

I took her hand and put it into mine. "Please don't. I love the fact that the four of you care so much, but not everything needs to be solved by violence," I pleaded, patting her hand gently.

Chatterer nuzzled his head into my neck.

"I agree," DP said.

She looked over at Pinhead, waiting for him to say something.

"Not everything has to be violent," he said. He knelt down to my ear. "The option is still there though," he whispered, purposely poking the side of my face with his pins, causing me to laugh.

At the end of the day, I guess being in a relationship with four demons isn't all that bad.

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Author's Note: And that's it! Hope you guys enjoyed! 🖤

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captainofthetidesbreath · 2 years

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I normally find "a polycule would've solved this" to be an incredibly obnoxious suggestion that often ignores all the reasons WHY a specific love triangle is difficult to resolve or why its textual ending makes thematic and narrative sense...

...but honestly a poly relationship absolutely is the correct answer to the Kara Thrace-Sam Anders-Lee Adama mess

#maybe Sam and Lee should've made out with each other a little #Dee is left out bc imo she has better things to do than this mess but also if you want to imagine her in the polycule—power to you #Yes I'm suddenly remembering BSG and reliving all my opinions and feelings about it this week

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thewickedmerman · 2 years

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Are there any male characters you headcanon as bisexual?

That's an interesting question. To name a few Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), Brandon (Winx Club), Nabu (Winx Club), Shang (Mulan), Naveen (The Princess and the Frog), King Arthur, Lancelot (A poly relationship with the two of them and Guinevere would've solved everything), Tulio and Miguel (Again, a poly relationship with them and Chel would be everything), Kristoff (Frozen), Robbie Shapiro, Nick Wilde (Zootopia), Patch (101 Dalmatian's and 101 Dalmatians Patch's London Adventure), Buster (Lady and the Tramp 2: Scamp's Adventure), Hogarth (The Iron Giant), and Dash Parr (The Incredibles).

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r6shippingdelivery · 2 years

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If you would've to choose for one. Which ond would it be

Kap x Tachanka or Kap x Glaz

As a bisexual, I'm incapable of choosing between two options, sorry 😂 Besides, Kapkan has two hands and poly!Spetsnaz (with or without Fuze) is the perfect solution!

Have an old meme I did to illustrate my answer :p

I have written more Glaz/Kap stories tho, that one is the original OTP in this fandom, but I cannot deny I love Chanka/Kap a whole lot too and I also came up with the idea of poly!Spetsanz as a way to solve this exact same situation once that I didn't know which ship to pick for my fic.

#rainbow 6 siege #r6s #rainbow six siege #anonymous

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krawlernyannyan · 8 months

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YGOMD 9-20-23

Starting the Fusion/Xyz Festival today! Coming in with Branded

Versus Lunalights. My mouse ended up misclicking when I wanted to add Branded Fusion and instead went "no Branded Fusion please". Thankfully I still had Branded Theater and I got to fuse into The First Darklord to blow up their field. They had a turn after that but Super Poly into Mudragon solved that problem, and The First reviving a Dramaturge to negate their Fusion's effect led to them scooping. [Win]

Versus...I honestly couldn't tell, even after looking at the list post-game. They mostly just used a bunch of draw spells, revealing a bunch of mostly unrelated cards, before they just scooped. At least it's quick. [Win]

Versus Blue-Eyes. They were running enough of a Branded package to get a Mirrorjade out, but they outed it themselves just to negate a Polymerization. After that, they just had to sit on Blue-Eyes Jet which normally would be fine but I had no Spells and no way to Fusion Summon anymore so I ended up eating it. [Loss]

Versus Lunalights again. They managed to throw a wrench into the works with Kahyoreigetsu, an Equip Spell that could bounce my Mirrorjade back into the ED, and while I held on for a while the advantage was clearly always theirs. [Loss]

A Branded mirror. Their grind game was better than mine and they would've won anyway if I hadn't timed out. [Loss]

That's all I've got time for today, so at least one of those games was nice to play. 1150/3500 for medals progress, which is at least a third of the way there.

#EZ: YGOMD #Daily Blogging

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kelsiejayy · 2 years

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Hi, I was wondering if I could get a Marvel and/or Stranger Things Ship?

I'm ambivalent about gender when it comes to both myself and potential partners.

I'm about to get my BA in Anthropology this week, focusing in bio and forensics. I'm an awkward nerd about almost everything, from my major to history, to the big one being my writing and ttrpgs. I'm writing a book right now and hope to finish my first draft by this year's end, and my favorite thing in the world is finding fun ways to use the rules of D&D to solve my DMs puzzles and encounters that he isn't expecting (I'm not a me against the DM player, I've made sure he also enjoys this).

I like to read, mostly fantasy and mysteries (favorite series include Discworld, Song of the Lioness, and Agatha Christie's Poirot books) but I do read a little of every genre. My music taste is also a bit of everything but lately I've been listening to MALINDA and The Amazing Devil more than anything else and before that it was a mix of Dolly Parton, Siouxie and the Banshees, and Pink Floyd as my most common. I can't really categorize my taste in anything other than "I like the things I like". Even my clothes range from vintage fae vibes to vaguely punk to raided the closet of one of the Goonies. I have a tattoo and plans for many more but put off putting colored streaks in my hair (which is curly and brown, cut pretty short) because I was scared of the commitment.

Outside of the book and getting my masters degree, my only other real goal right now is to choreograph a jazz dance to Pink Floyd's Money because I can picture it so clearly but I am not a skilled choreographer (nor have I danced much since the pandemic began).

one of my fav requests today, ngl i did have to search up what ambivalent and anthropology were- can u tell i'm a poli sci major🧍anyways i also love dolly...ok but back on track here's ur ships i hope you like them!

MARVEL: bruce banner! (pre the whole jolly green giant phase i am ignoring that)

ok hear me out on this one, first, i feel like u both are super into studies and bruce is totally getting a BA in anthropology with u because why not. he will be geeking out anytime u mention anything related to the subject. he will also help u brainstorm for your book or just help you write when ur stuck, he finds it so interesting helping you and learning about your writing process. i also feel like you guys are the perfect couple to have the biggest array of tastes. like you're never playing the same playlist twice and it is always something new. i think for dates they would mostly be to coffee shops, somewhere quiet and calm where you guys can talk about everything and nothing. i also feel like he would take you to those book sales and you guys would end up coming home with 30 new books to read. they would be finished and annotated in a month max no doubt. anyways y'all are just a cute and geeky couple but i mean it's kinda iconic

STRANGER THINGS: nancy!

this one is also kinda woah but let me explain. y'all are two people who love learning about different things and ways to understand the world. like when nancy and johnathan first went to the upside down and she tried to scientifically classify a demogorgon. that would be the both of you. she would've helped you study for your BA too. i think she would find it really fascinating. she is also the best peer editor for your book if you need one. we saw it with steve and his application paper, you're just 100 times the writer he was so she would enjoy it so much more. besides that, y'all are the power couple in hawkins and that's that

i hope you enjoyed! if you have any feedback feel free to send it in i love hearing what y'all think!

if you would like to request a ship head over to my blog they are open as of 6/23

#ship #stranger things request #stranger things fic #stranger things ship #stranger things imagines #stranger things #nancy wheeler #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #marvel fanfic #marvel ship #bruce banner

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nearlybitches · 2 years

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90% of the drama in Twilight would've been solved if Edward, Bella, and Jacob just formed a poly relationship and Edward and Jacob had some epic angry hate s3x.

#twilight #edward cullen #bella swan #jacob black #back on my bs #twilight saga

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makeyouminemp3 · 3 years

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Carenzo, Klebekah, Faberry

Carenzo: Honesty, tbh, I ship them more than Steroline. They had so much wasted potential, but I LOVED their friendship. But in Season 6, they just threw that away. And that sucks.

Klebekah: Its that type of ship I ship, but I also don't. Like, THEY'RE siblings but they have romantic and sexual chemistry that siblings shouldn't have. Maybe it's just because of the chemistry that Joseph and Claire share. LIKE, OH MY GOD.

Faberry: I ship pezberry more, but I cannot deny the chemistry that Faberry had. They would be SUCH a power couple. Honestly, a lot of romantic problems in the show would've been solved if rachel, finn and Quinn tried a poly relationship. But I also love Faberry's friendship too, and I wish we would've seen more of them

#answered #asks #ship bingo #carenzo #klebekah #faberry #bri tag

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trivql · 4 years

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an unrequited spring | akaashi keiji

a/n | this was inspired by The Cut That Always Bleeds by Conan Gray. please enjoy!

pairing | akaashi keiji x gn!reader

warning(s) | angst

synopsis | you always come back.

word count | 1432

You and Akaashi had met during school and talked--a lot; over text, call, or in real life, it didn’t matter. You even remembered how Akaashi had confessed to you after a few weeks of talking;

“Cute.” He had said under his breath as you looked up at him--your height difference notable. Akaashi was quite possibly one of the most popular second years at your school--athletic, attractive, and polie--you could see why.

Although it wasn’t like a usual confession, after that day, it was unspoken that you two had a thing for each other. It was obvious in the way you looked at him, and how he always tried to help you. It had gone on for months; the obvious flirting, the teasing, and the blushes.

So why didn’t he ask you out yet?

Maybe that was the funny thing; because while you spent everyday thinking about him, there was one day in particular that stood out--the day you knew Akaashi stopped loving you. Whether it had been obvious before, it wasn’t obvious to you,

until the first day of winter.

He had invited you over to his place to study, and while helping you, you guys had moved closer than usual. You could sense everything about him--how he breathed, the way his hair smelled, or how he would wrinkle his forehead when he got confused. But maybe that was why you loved him.

You didn’t know exactly why he had invited you over--your communication was slowing down. The texts and calls being less frequent, and the lunch time visits vanishing completely. But you ignored it, and just brushed it off as his volleyball duties. Maybe during that two month period, you should have lost feelings for him. It would've been easy to; it wasn’t like you guys were dating or anything. But when he asked you to come over, you couldn’t help but get a little more than excited.

It had been close to two minutes of comfortable silence while Akaashi leaned slightly over you to look at your workbook and tried to solve it. There was a brief moment when your eyes’ met for a second and he moved closer to you--his deep blue eyes meeting yours.

And that's when he kissed you.

You were surprised at first, but quickly shut your eyes, trying to sink into him. The first thought of yours was, I’m in love with Akaashi Keiji. The thought vanished as soon as it came, because when you opened your eyes--for just a second--his, were still open.

It had been a month since you stopped talking to each other. Still not officially dating even after the kiss, talking just faded out. You passed by him every so often in the halls, but he was usually with the third year from his volleyball team, so you just bowed to him whenever he noticed. You didn’t wait for him after practice to walk to the metro station together, and you certainly didn’t go to the games anymore. A little part of you hoped that he missed you; but it seemed to be the exact opposite. Akaashi Keiji--the guy you had fallen in love with--looked happier than ever without you in his life.

Maybe that was why you were so annoyed whenever he would text you.

The texts were brief and short, but always to the point.

“We’re going to nationals.” He sent you after one month of not talking.

You opened the text quickly, and replied even quicker. “Oh, nice.”

“Bokuto broke the ceiling tile today.”

“Hahah.”

“Hi dummy.”

“You’re one to talk.”

He would send them every once in a while, but although you should’ve been mad, you couldn’t help but smile everytime he sent them. You always seemed to be there for him.

“Want to meet up? I hear your team was also going to a competition near our venue.” Akaashi sent you after learning that your team had a competition near his.

“Oh yeah, sure. Where?” You delayed the reply; trying to not seem desperate.

“I’ll send you my hotel’s address.”

You saw him standing there with his Fukurodani jacket zipped up, while he leaned against a pole.

“Akaashi-kun.” You said, facing him.

“Y/n-san,” He smiled looking at you. “I feel like we haven’t talked in a while.”

“Yep,” You breathed out, forcing a small smile. You didn’t know what you expected out of the conversation, but you didn’t know how to act around him anymore. You shifted to stand next to him, looking towards the stars. “School activities you know.”

In your peripheral vision, you could see Akaashi’s breath come out in white wisps and you felt your stomach churn. Akaashi was really here. Not over call, or text, he was next to you, even after weeks of not talking.

“So do you have a game tomorrow?” Akaashi asked.

You tapped your lip and hummed. “I don’t really know what time though.”

“I see . . .” He trailed off. The silence wasn’t exactly awkward or comfortable--you just didn’t know what to say.

“I have to ask Akaashi,” You began, looking down at your feet. “why do you always do this to me?”

“Hm?”

“We don’t talk for weeks then you . . .” You cleared your throat. “decide to text me all of a sudden.”

“Is it wrong to want to talk to you?” Through his words, you could hear him smile, even if you couldn’t see it. He was obviously taking your words lightly.

“No I mean,” You looked up at him, but his face was still pointed to the sky. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Why are you crying?” He asked, dismissing your words, even now.

“Idiot.” You muttered towards your feet, wiping away the tears frantically. “I was in love with you.”

“Y/n-san, what are you-”

You snapped your head up, tears still coming. “Shut up and let me talk!”

He gaped his mouth open slightly, but didn’t speak another word.

“I . . .I can’t be the person that you talk to when you’re bored Akaashi. I can’t be the person that always comes to your call whenever you want me too. It’s always been like this between us, huh? I’m always being dragged by you; no matter how long you ignore me for, I’m always there for you.”

“I didn’t know that-” He started.

“No Akaashi!” You interrupted him. “It’s not even your fault; it’s mine, honestly. You never wanted me did you? Even after that kiss--was it all just nothing to you?”

“Of course not.”

“Then why does it feel like it?” Your voice that you had been trying so hard to keep even was cracking. “I was wrong before, because no matter how many times I say that I was in love with you, it doesn’t change the fact; I am in love with you Akaashi.”

“You’re one of my closest friends, Y/n.” Ouch. “But, why are you telling me this now?”

“Cause’ I mean it,” You breathed deeply. “We can’t do this anymore. Not the occasional texts, not pretending to try and stay friends with me-”

“But I was never pretending,” Akaashi looked down at you, meeting your eyes. “I like being friends with you, Y/n. But if that’s what you really want . . .”

“You’re a terrible liar,” You smiled. “Are you really okay with this?”

“I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“You don’t have to pretend with me Akaashi,” You sighed. His eyes sunk into yours and you could still feel your heart quicken. “I wanted so badly, to think you liked me back.”

“But, it’s okay.” You breathed. “Maybe never meeting would’ve saved us some hurt right? Or maybe just me.” You smiled softly and punched his shoulder playfully.

“Don’t say that.” Even going through sad moments, Akaashi still looked beautiful. It was always inevitable for you to fall in love with him; always.

“Well goodnight, Akaashi-san,” You turned on your heel--your back facing him.

A few moments passed before you began to move. “Wait, Y/n-san!”

“Yes?” Your voice came out softly as you didn’t turn to face him.

You couldn’t see him, but he was fiddling with his fingers--a nervous habit he had. “Are you okay with this?”

“Ah, maybe not.”

That was the last thing you said to him, and before you knew it, spring had passed.

A spring without Akaashi.

You slightly hoped that he would make an attempt to talk to you, but he never did. It was like you had never met; not even acknowledging each other anymore. But for the first time since you had met him,

you were okay.

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