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maddogofshimano · 5 months

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The Fist of Reason: Majima Boss Rush

Happy 5th anniversary to rggo! hard to believe it’s been this long already

look at our festival boys! anyways lets get into this because I’m very excited

summary:

sometime after the events of Y1, Kiryu gets a call that Haruka has a fever. On his way to pick her up, he bumps into someone familiar...

[One day, some time after the strife caused by the Tojo Clan's stolen 10 billion yen was settled...]

Kiryu: Hello. ...Thank you for calling.

Kiryu: ...Huh? Haruka's got a fever? ...I understand, I'll be there right away. <scene change to outside> Kiryu: .....

<he bumps into someone> Kiryu: Oh, sorry. ???: Sorry? If sorry was enough to cut it, there wouldn't be yakuza! Majima: Ain't that right? Kiryu-chaaan!

Kiryu: Majima no nii-san!? What are you doing at a place like this... Majima: What's so weird about that? If Kiryu-chan's somewhere, then Majima is too! Majima: Outside of that, the spot where ya just rammed into me hurts like hell... Majima: Shit, ya probably broke the bone... Hehe, what're ya gonna do? Kiryu: People with broken bones don't laugh about it. Sorry, but I'm in a rush right now. Majima: Why ya bein' so cold~? We ain't seen each other in ages.

Kiryu: We can talk more next time. Like I said, I'm in a rush. Majima: Too bad! No matter what ya say, ya gotta beat me if ya wanna go!! Hehehe! Kiryu: Tch...! Kiryu: Give it a damn rest already! Haruka has a fever! Majima: ! ........ Majima: What the hell... I didn't know that. Majima: I'm sorry for this. Go on, hurry up 'n' get gone.

Kiryu: .....Damn. <he runs off>

[And then, 3 months later...]

Kiryu: ...I haven't seen Majima no nii-san around here since then.

Kiryu: (I thought he was the kind of person to come back the next day for a fight, but...) Kiryu: ........... Kiryu: (Even if I was in a rush at the time, did I speak too harshly to him...?) Kiryu: (Of course I don't think a guy like him would be dejected from that... Well, it is possible...) ???: Kiryu no ojiki (tl note: ojiki is an honorific that's literally "dad's younger brother" which is used for patriarchs less senior than your own. Nishida usually uses it) Kiryu: ...Hm? Kiryu: You're that Majima Family guy...

Nishida: About that... My boss is going to be put in jail. Kiryu: What...!? Nishida: It happened yesterday... Our family is supposed to be running a festival... Nishida: In the middle of it some thugs started acting up, and they got into a fight with our family members. Nishida: So now they've issued a warrant for my boss, since he was the one in charge... Kiryu: What is Majima no nii-san going to do? Nishida: He thinks it would be futile to resist, so he's waiting at the festival site for the police to arrive. Kiryu: What? Nishida: My boss has been acting oddly for the past 3 months or so. He doesn't have any energy, and seems pretty depressed. Kiryu: 3 months... it can't be. Nishida: And so, my boss really wants to see you before he goes to jail... Kiryu: Me...? Nishida: Yes. He said he has something to tell you, so... Kiryu: ...Got it. Lead the way. Nishida: Y-Yes sir! <they leave> Majima: ......... (tl note: I'm sorry the image of him just holding that pose in that outfit while waiting for the cops to show is so funny to me)

Kiryu: ...Majima no nii-san. Majima: ...Oh, Kiryu-chan, ya showed.

Majima: Excuse my appearance. I was up on a float till now. Kiryu: ...I just spoke with Nishida. Are you really going to jail? Majima: ...Yeah. Orders from on high, can't be helped. I'll be awfully lonely during those years... Majima: That said, I won't be botherin' ya any more, Kiryu-chan. Kiryu: ...... Majima: I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused ya. ...I wanted to at least say that, before I went to jail. Kiryu: ...That's not like you. Kiryu: Are you really going to let your underlings see you leave the outside world with such a pathetic display? Majima: ...I don't really care either way. Kiryu: ........... Kiryu: ...Good grief. You acting this way is completely infuriating to me. Kiryu: It can't be helped, this is a big favor. ...I'll get you all fired up again.

Majima: Hah...? Kiryu: You know the best way I can cheer you up? ...Come at me, Majima. Majima: ...!

Majima: Is this... are you pickin' a fight with me?

Kiryu: Heh, isn't that what I just said? Majima: ........Hee, hehehe! Majima: Kiryu-chan, you're always the best! Majima: Let's get started...! Kiryu-chan!!!!

Majima: Hehe... As always, Kiryu-chan... you're tough as nails...

Kiryu: Heh... You are too. (tl note: RARE KIRYU SMILING SPRITE)

Majima: Oi oi, you're sayin' somethin' nice? Kiryu: Majima no nii-san... I'm sorry. Majima: Ah? Kiryu: For what happened 3 months ago. Kiryu: I was flustered, and I snapped at you. Majima: ........As always, Kiryu-chan, you're soft as a marshmallow~. I'm astounded. Kiryu: ....? Nishida: E-Excuse me! Kiryu no ojiki!

Nishida: The truth is... My boss going to jail was a lie in order to get you to show up... Kiryu: What? Then... was him being depressed also a lie... Majima: It was aaaaall an act! Majima: I was pretendin' to be put off by how ya talked to me so ya'd feel sympathetic, then after worryin' ya for long enough-- Majima: I'd reveal it was all a ruse, 'n' you'd get pissed off enough to throw down! That was the plan! Majima: It played out a little differently than intended, but, we still had a fight so it's all good. Kiryu: .....Heh, you're such an ass. (tl note: TWO smiles!! unprecedented.)

Majima: What, you're not mad? Kiryu: I had a feeling that something like this was going on. Majima: Then why'd'ya fight me? Kiryu: ...When it's with you, I can go all out in a fight. Kiryu: ...If I really think on it, I guess I enjoy fighting with you. Just a bit. (tl note: THIRD smile!!!)

Majima: !!..... Hehehehehe!! Heeey~! I knew it!!

Majima: C'mon, let's go another round! Hearin' ya say that's gotten me all worked up again! Kiryu: ...Heh, sure. It's a festival, after all. It's a good excuse to really cut loose. Majima: Hell yes!! Let's do this... Kiryu-chaaaaaa~n!!!! Nishida: A-Ah... This won't end until the sun comes up...

<END>

bonus stuff:

oh wow. oh man. that was pretty gay. between this and like a dragon: gaiden: the man who erased his name (lad gai man) thank you ryu ga gotoku studios for sending me birthday presents

obligatory boss rush pic

also a bonus shot of Kiryu’s apartment

the two new cards for this are “Mad Dog of the Festival Stage” and “Dragon of the Festival Band”

and since it was a festival I also put together a very special team to repeatedly kick Majima’s ass

#rggo #Ryu ga Gotoku #ryu ga gotoku online #yakuza online #yakuza #like a dragon #Majima #Kiryu #Nishida #Majima Goro #Kiryu Kazuma

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ericscroptop · 2 months

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Stupid In Love

✧ pairing: bf! eric x gf! reader

✦ genre: fluff

✧ warnings: suggestive, kissing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drunk people and tipsy reader

✦ word count: 3k words

✧ synopsis: you’re in vegas during super bowl weekend with your boyfriend and nothing could be better.

✦ note: i know the super bowl passed already (the super bowl is barely mentioned here) but i randomly got this idea because i was listening to “stupid in love” by max ft. yunjin and i really wanted to write something inspired by that!

also, i really don’t know how to feel about this but i wanted to feed you guys with something while i plan other fics, and so i had this idea so i just had to get it out. plus, this eric looked very scrumptious and is my roman empire so i had to use that look for something <3

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The tastebuds on your tongue swell in satisfaction at how unapologetically sweet and creamy your cocktail is as you sip.

You bask in the atmosphere of the outdoor bar you currently are at with your boyfriend. Listening to the boisterous laughter and animated conversations of the drunk people surrounding.

Your gaze fixates on Eric while your fingers play with the straw of your Piña Colada, swirling the liquid around in the process.

He takes a sip from his glass filled with beer, jawline looking sharp and prominent as ever while he does so.

The corners of your mouth curve up into a sweet smile to match your drink from looking at your view.

Your mind thinks about how you’re the luckiest girl in the world to be having drinks with your beautiful boyfriend here in Vegas.

How fortunate you are to be doing something as casual as drinking at some random bar with the love of your life.

A laugh escapes from your mouth at your happy thoughts in disbelief of your current setting, and you look down at your drink, smiling like a fool.

You notice from your peripheral your boyfriend now eyeing you in amusement from your sudden laughter.

“What’s so funny? Did your drink tell you a joke?” Eric teases.

You shake your head as you continue to laugh, “I just think it’s crazy that i’m here in Vegas with you. You really didn’t have to do all this for me.”

Your eyes soften at Eric, your emotions beginning to heighten as you’re a bit tipsy from the drinks you’ve consumed tonight.

You two sit adjacent to another on a small table outside, sitting extra close together to be able to hear one another in the midst of the bustling bar.

And not to mention because you two are practically attached to the hip and can’t stand distance between you lovebirds.

He puts an arm around the back of your chair and responds, “It’s nothing, I always love spoiling you.”

You scoff and raise your brows at his downplay. “Eric, not everyone has the money to fly out to Vegas and pay thousands of dollars just to go watch the fucking Super Bowl.”

“Spoiling me is like getting me flowers and putting together a care basket for me. Not surprising me with tickets to one of the biggest events of the year that are almost impossible to get.”

He shakes his head and chuckles at your words and baffled expression while you’re still in shock that your boyfriend would fly you two to Vegas.

“You know money is never an issue for me.” his hand moves to rest on your shoulder, gently patting it before he continues. “Plus, i’ll do anything for you. I wanted to plan a Vegas trip with you anyways, so what better way than to come for the Super Bowl— even if we barely know shit about football,” your boyfriend grins.

With his other free hand, he goes to pick up his glass of beer, holding it in the air between you two. He raises his brows and nods his head to gesture at your own drink, giving you the signal that he wants to clink your glasses together.

Your lips curl upwards fondly once you get the hint and your dominant hand goes to pick up your glass and bring it towards his own, clinking them together while you both say ‘cheers.’

He winks at you as you each bring your respected drinks to your mouths, making you almost spill some of your cocktail from his flirtatious act and you playfully kick his foot from underneath the table. Eric stifles a laugh at your flustered self while he finishes his drink.

He licks his lips once he finishes his beer, and your eyes can’t help but land on his mouth, watching his wet tongue lick around the beer droplets from his pink lips.

Your body is starting to feel fuzzy and like you’re floating in air, already way buzzed from the couple of drinks you’ve already had throughout the night.

Eric looks extra delicious tonight, wearing a slightly loose, brown long-sleeve shirt. The sleeves were pulled 3 quarters of the way up and the first couple buttons remained undone— driving you absolutely mad at how your boyfriend had no respect for your sanity to be out in public looking so yummy.

His tan skin stood out so much more in the brown shirt. It also complimented well with his dark brown hair.

His hair was getting so long. You always went above and beyond to let him know how much you adored his long hair, and begged him to not even trim it because it suited him so much.

Dark black sunnies rested on the top of his head, even during the night, being the cherry on top of his overall look.

You mentally drooled over your boyfriend. Thinking about how you just want to kiss the golden skin of his neck and undo the remaining buttons of his shirt to—

“Would you ever get married in Vegas?”

You’re ripped away from your thirsting thoughts by said person you’re feening over.

Your lips part slightly and your head tilts at his question. Not really much in shock at his words, but more so because you were ripped away from your lustful daze and reminded where you were.

“Hmmm… I dunno. I know some people do it because it’s cheaper, easy, and fast, but I think I personally would prefer an actual ceremony. Planned out and stuff, you know?”

“What if you couldn’t wait? What if it was with someone you really loved? Like me?” Eric challenges you, tongue poking his cheek.

“Are you implying that we should get married in Vegas?” you reply as your brows lift in amusement at your boyfriend’s words. You catch your bottom lip with your teeth to bite back a laugh.

Eric shrugs his shoulders and flashes you a smile. “If you’d want that, then yes. I’d do anything for you.”

The laugh you were holding back lets free, and you shake your head at his words. “You’re so stupid.”

He lets out his own laughter, knowing that you’re joking. You two have been together as a couple for a few years now so you both are used to one another saying corny shit and mindless things— especially coming from Eric.

“Well, yeah. I’m in love with you. I’m practically waiting for you at the altar,” he singsongs, hand that was resting on your shoulder now finding home in your locks, playing with your strands of hair fondly.

You shift in your chair and your boyfriend’s hand falls while you bring your hand up to cup his jaw gently. The apples of your cheeks are prominent as you vibrantly smile while meeting his gaze.

“When you propose to me one day, then maybe i’ll walk down the isle to meet you,” your thumb sweetly strokes his cheek, and he hums in satisfaction at your words.

‘When’ not ‘if.’ His heart practically gushes at that.

“One day, baby. You just wait.”

Eric’s eyes are practically sparkling at yours and you feel the sudden reddening of your face— not from the alcohol, but from the love of your life.

You angle your face slightly away from him, hand that’s on his jaw going limp as you laugh in shyness.

Even after years of being together, he still manages to make you melt at his smooth talk and the butterflies never seemed to go away.

Eric smirks at how he’s managed to make you shy at his words. You’re the cutest person in the world, he thinks.

With your face still angled away, Eric leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek, letting his lips linger against your skin for a couple seconds longer than just a quick kiss.

A silent gasp leaves your mouth at his action, feeling your cheeks heat up even more now that he kissed you in public.

You never minded PDA as long as it wasn’t overdone, and Eric did show you affection regardless of where you were. But he had a tendency to catch you off guard and you could be a bit bashful when he would be openly affectionate— even if you should be used to it by now.

“Awe, my baby’s shy, isn’t she?” your boyfriend teases you, causing you to whine at him, feeling like you’re put on the spot.

“Do you get hard at fucking with me and watching me crumble at your words?” your thumb and index finger go to flick his forehead, but Eric is quick to stop you before you’re even close.

His hand grabs your wrist, and he pulls it carefully towards his mouth, giving it a light kiss.

“Basically, yeah.” he simply states with a half smile. Your eyes roll playfully at that. Of course.

“But in all seriousness, I find your reactions adorable more than anything.” his thumb begins to stroke your hand lovingly, your eyes mirroring his own in fondness.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Eric whispers close enough to your ear, and you simply hum in response.

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You guys paid your tab (Eric did) and left the bar shortly after.

You convinced him to walk around the Vegas streets for a while, wanting to be out for a bit longer and not return to your hotel just yet.

His arm is hooked closely around yours, insisting that he better have a hold on you since you had a decent amount of drinks tonight after sitting at the bar for a good bit of time.

You assured your boyfriend that you could handle yourself because it’s not like you’ve been going ham all night— you’ve been pacing yourself.

But you are a little warm, feel tingling and sensitivity in your teeth from the alcohol, and your vision is not 100% clear.

Eric knows you’re okay regardless of those side effects that will go away as you walk more since you’re only a bit tipsy, but he still holds onto you to keep you safe and protected.

You two walk on the sidewalk of some random street, passing by a variety of shops and a couple of people who are also just roaming around.

Your eyes wander curiously around the different buildings as you walk, eventually landing on a tattoo parlor that piques your interest.

“Hey look! You should get another tattoo.” Eric stops his tracks at your words and looks up at the place that caught your attention.

He chuckles at your words and rubs your arm up and down softly. “I wouldn’t want to cheat on my tattoo artist back in LA. I’m a loyal man.”

You giggle at that and sigh deeply, eyes still on the shop, “I want a tattoo, babe.”

Eric’s eyebrows raise at your words. “Like now?”

“If you dare me, I would.” you smile, leaning your head cutely against his shoulder.

“Well, when you’re fully sober and have time to plan it out, then you can get one.” he presses a kiss on the top of your head, humming as he inhales the scent of your shampoo and conditioner.

“I actually want to get a tramp stamp, you know?” you lift your head up and go to grab both his hands with your own, now holding them while you two stand facing one another.

“A tramp stamp? What’s that?” your boyfriend asks curiously.

“It’s a tattoo that goes on your lower back. Wouldn’t that be so cute?” you beam at Eric, dreaming about the possibility of having a tattoo like that and how cool you’d look.

Eric’s lips are parted as he looks at you, tongue wetting his lips while his mind tries to picture you with permanent ink decorating your lower back.

Your skin is currently a blank canvas, but you always loved how tattoos look on people’s skin and are unique to each person.

In particular, you always complimented Eric’s tattoos and encouraged him to get more. Most of his tattoos were on the smaller side and kinda dainty, and you admired how that was his style.

“I think i’d also want a tramp stamp because I could easily hide it. It would only be visible if I were to wear something like a crop top, or if I was in a bikini.” you say to your boyfriend.

“And what design would you wanna get?” Eric smiles at you as you let go of his hands and pull out your phone. Seems like you really are eager for one.

He looks down at your screen alongside you while you pull up Pinterest on your phone and search ‘tramp stamps.’ You stop at one of the first images to pop up and click on it, displaying a tramp stamp of a heart in the middle with cool designs on either side, all in black ink.

“Maybe something along the lines of this. I think words could be cute also, but I don’t know what I’d want— plus, what if people find it corny?” you laugh at your own words, and Eric joins in your laughter, unable to help himself whenever he hears it like it’s his favorite song.

“Hmm.” Eric presses his lips together, both of the ends curled while his pupils move upwards to the side mischievously. You can practically see the playful glimmer in his eyes. Oh boy.

“Why don’t you get ‘Eric’s wife?’ People will know you’re mine— and when we make love, I can pull out and cu—

“Dude!” You furrow your brows and lift a hand a couple inches away from his mouth, gesturing him to not even dare finish that sentence.

You anxiously look around to see if anyone was close enough to hear him. Thankfully, nobody was even paying you two any mind.

“Can you shut up? I know we’re adults but someone could’ve heard you.” you lightly scold him, trying to fight back a smile as you see the shit eating grin present on his face.

“C’mere and make me,” he nods his head at you, arms open as he gestures with both his hands to come into him.

You scoff at your boyfriend, though, you secretly love his behavior.

You huff out some air as you walk into his arms. Eric welcomes you into his embrace, his arms finding purchase in your hips.

Your arms hook around his neck, your eyes sparkling at Eric— probably from the street and building lights, but he can see the adoration you have for him through your orbs.

“I love you,” he whispers cutely, your heart skipping a beat as his eyes trail down to your lips.

You don’t reply with words. Instead, your dominant hand finds comfort in his hair and you gently push his head down to where he would meet your lips with his own.

Eric’s right hand moves to cup your jaw as he begins to kiss you.

Your lips brushed against one another’s delicately. It was gentle, not being rushed as you two had all the time in the world.

Eric’s lips still had a lingering taste of beer— Corona, if you remember correctly. You could taste the slight maltiness.

You lose yourself in how velvety and warm his lips feel in sync with yours. How his bottom lip is slightly more plump than his top, smiling when your lips gently sucked on it.

His left hand rubbed your hip, tracing circles over it, sending your body heat in every direction at his touch and contact.

His lips feel like home. And you wish you could be locked in them for the rest of your life without pause.

Unfortunately though, all good things must come to an end as you need a breath of fresh air every now and then.

And as of now, the good general public can interrupt you.

Your ears are suddenly filled with joyful cheering and whistling, resulting in each of your eyes opening wide, and lips retracting with a faint smacking sound.

You turn your body slightly and go to stand next to Eric, looking to see what’s the source of the commotion.

You two see a beautiful couple, both of which are in wedding dresses. One of them has a fit and flared silhouette, with a v neck-neckline. The other one wears a mini bridal dress, with puffed sleeves.

Their arms are linked together as they walk on the other side of the street from you two, gaining cheers of ‘congratulations’ and claps from people walking by.

Even people on your side of the street notice the couple, beginning to yell words of encouragement and applauding as they eventually give the crowd a show, kissing to display their love.

“They just got married! How sweet.” You swoon at the couple, you and Eric beginning to join everyone else in congratulating them by clapping your hands.

Eric looks over to you while your gaze is still fixated on the newly weds, smiling fondly at how lovely they looked together.

He wraps an arm around you and kisses your rosy cheek as you see a car pull up, the couple holding hands while they get into the vehicle— resulting in more rooting and cheering from the public.

His free hand falls into his pocket, feeling the ring box that he’s been carrying with him during the entirety of this trip, waiting for the right moment to ask you to be his wife for real.

This whole trip was an excuse to finally ask for your hand in marriage. Even though you think you guys came just for the Super Bowl, he has other plans to make the most out of this trip, in more ways than one.

Eric believes now isn’t the proper moment, seeing that a couple just had their own spotlight and the fact that you’ve had drinks tonight, and he wants you two to have a clear mind.

You guys still have more days in Vegas together, and he has other moments planned up his sleeve.

He’s been waiting for you show him signs that you’re ready to be his officially, and even though deep inside he already knew you loved him beyond words, tonight washed away any worries and nerves he had about proposing.

He doesn’t want to think too much, cause’ he knows what his heart wants.

And he has a hunch that yours knows, too.

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shxtodxroki · 1 year

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𝟸00 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝙷𝙰 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎

Summary: What’s it like having a sleepover with various MHA characters (as their s/o)?

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of anxiety, mentions of food

Characters: Shota Aizawa, Tamaki Amajiki, Ochaco Uraraka

Word Count: 1.7k

These headcanons are part of my 200 Followers “Ice Cream Parlor” event which is still open for requests, so please feel free to read the event rules here and send in your own event headcanon request! :)

♡ Shota Aizawa ♡

- Oooooh boy, when you’re with Aizawa you should expect a lot of sleepovers because that man will suggest you come over to his house, like, pretty much every night lol

- If he could he would honestly just suggest you move in with him so that you could sleep over every night, but he doesn’t wanna push you or move too fast so he settles for just inviting you over all the time

- A lot of the time you two don’t even get to spend a ton of time actually doing things together, but even just having you in the room with him doing your own thing as he grades his students’ work is something he enjoys. Just your presence is enough for him, he finds you very comforting and he’s always happy to have you around

- He does enjoy making dinner together when you two have time for it, though. Aizawa’s actually a pretty decent cook, and he likes to try out new/elaborate recipes when you’re with him so that the two of you can work on them together

- It takes much less time with the two of you working together, and you can enjoy the fruits of your labor together once you’re done with a (typically) delicious meal as you chat about how each of your days went

- Aizawa’s also very casually touchy, he doesn’t enjoy PDA or anything like that very much so he’s not really touchy in public, but when you stay the night at his place, he’ll be holding your hand a lot of the time or have an arm wrapped around your shoulder when you’re watching TV together, and any time he walks by as you cook dinner with him he presses a kiss to your cheek or shoulder or forehead, wherever’s easiest for him to reach. It’s a mindless habit at this point honestly

- Aizawa really enjoys reading in his free time, so a lot of the time when you guys are settling down for bed, he’ll ask if you want to read something with him. He’s happy to let you choose a book that you enjoy, and he’ll just read it out loud in his soothing voice as you begin to drift off beside him

- And once you fall asleep, tucked under one of his arms as his free hand holds the book he was reading, he’ll shut off the bedside lamp and set the book down, now wrapping both of his arms around you as he closes his tired eyes and finally allows himself to put his mind at ease and rest with you by his side

- He acts like a bit of a little shit sometimes without meaning to, though, and has a habit of scaring you in the middle of the night

- Despite being quite the heavy sleeper usually, being a hero means that he’s acutely aware of any signs of someone being in danger. And that especially applies to you, as you’re the person he cares about most, so he immediately wakes up whenever his body senses that you’re no longer in bed because he instinctually worries that something might have happened to you

- This leads him to go searching for you, but he moves so quietly that you never notice him creeping up. So when you leave the bathroom only to find your boyfriend’s figure waiting for you outside the door, or feel a pair of arms wrap around you and a chin rest itself on your shoulder as you grab yourself a glass of water, you nearly jump out of your skin at the surprise before you realize who it is and calm yourself, gently chastising him for scaring you as you lead the already sleep-deprived man back to bed with you

♡ Tamaki Amajiki ♡

- Tamaki still gets a bit shy at the thought of having you sleep over with him even now, he knows you’re not going to judge him but he can’t help feeling some nerves at the idea as he worries that he alone won’t be enough to keep you happy and entertained all night

- Eventually he realizes, though, as you tell him over and over, that just being around him is enough to make you perfectly happy. You could sit there in silence for hours and you’d still have a smile on your face as long as you got to cuddle with your boyfriend. You chose to be with him for a reason, and you’ve never regretted that decision even once, so you’re happy just being around him

- Tamaki still enjoys doing things with you beyond just cuddling though lol, and one of his favorite things to do is include you in his evening routine

- Tamaki’s actually quite the fan of skincare and other similar self-care practices, they soothe his anxiety and nerves and make him feel the tiniest bit more refreshed and confident in himself, and having you join in makes him enjoy it all even more

- He enjoys pampering you, it makes him feel like a useful, good boyfriend and he loves how excited you get over doing such mundane routines with him

- He always saves his best face masks and other beauty products of all kinds for when you come over, too, so the two of you can enjoy them together

- Sometimes he even lets you do his make-up before you guys start the skincare, if that’s something you’re interested in/good at. He enjoys feeling pretty and made-up every once in a while (even though it does make him very shy, and you’re the only one he’s ever willing to let see him like that because he feels like it draws too much attention to him otherwise) and getting to clean it all off afterwards as you proceed with his skincare feels very rejuvenating

- You think he looks so cute with a sheet mask on his face and a nail separator between his toes as you give one another manicures and pedicures, and you always tell him how endearing he looks and giggle as a bright blush spreads across your boyfriend’s adorable face, head turned down in embarrassment as he quietly stutters out an awkward “thank you, love…”. (And he will melt if you take a picture of the two of you like this, both from embarrassment and from his heart absolutely imploding over how endearing you are and how much you care for him)

- Other than that, the two of you enjoy watching TV shows together when you decide to stay over

- He rarely starts new shows without you at this point, he prefers picking a new show to start with you and listening to your commentary as both of you enjoy it together, a lovestruck smile making its way across his face every time you gasp in surprise and turn to him in shock at a twist in the plot

- And Tamaki loves cuddling with you, even if he’s still kind of shy to initiate it himself. He’s getting better, though, as you’ve reassured him countless times that you enjoy cuddling with him and will reciprocate his affection if he does initiate

- So most sleepovers end off with one of your favorite shows softly playing in the background, the two of you cuddled up together with content smiles on both of your sleeping faces.

- Tamaki’s head usually winds up tucked into your chest as he breathes softly for once in his life, feeling a foreign (for him at least) sense of peace at getting to rest in the arms of the person he adores and trusts most of all :>

♡ Ochaco Uraraka ♡

- Obviously you’ve slept over at Ochaco’s dorm before, living in the same dorms has lots of benefits when you’re heroes-in-training with little free time to spend with your partners and you take whatever chances you can get to see one another outside of class

- You don’t get to stay over at each other’s dorms too often, as a lot of the time you come back from training too exhausted to really have any time to spend together, or enjoy that time at the very least

- So when you do get to have sleepovers at one of your dorms, you always make sure to have tons of fun together

- Both of you like to stock up on snacks in your dorms for exactly this occasion, so sleepovers are filled with delicious ramen, chips, cookies, and any other snacks you love as you pull out your stashes you keep hidden away to share with one another

- You two love to mess around and try to toss snacks into one anothers mouths, though you usually have to “ban” Ochaco pretty quickly for “cheating” by using her quirk to get the food to land in your mouth lol (It’s probably for the best anyways, as you have to throw away any food that lands on the ground, and even if you’re both pretty good at the game you don’t want to be wasteful with your food)

- Ochaco’s also a big fan of board games, growing up her family was much bigger on board games than technology or video games or anything like that so they have a decent board game collection they built up over her childhood

- And her parents were happy to let her take some of her favorites with her when she moved into her dorm, so whenever you stay over at her dorm she pulls out her board game stash and the both of you play late into the night (Be warned, though, that she takes the integrity of her childhood games very seriously, so don’t even think about cheating with her around lol)

- If you have longer hair, Ochaco also really enjoys brushing and styling it. She loves trying out all the fun styles she sees online on you if that’s something you’re willing to let her do, and she always takes a picture once she’s done (both because she wants to track her progress and because she loves having as many pictures as possible of you in her phone lol)

- She also really enjoys having her hair brushed and played with, so you like to do her hair too, whether it’s something you’re skilled at or not. She doesn’t care if it turns out looking beautiful or like a total hot mess, the feeling of her lover gently running a brush through her hair always just leaves her feeling so content and bubbly

- And if you do each other’s hair then she absolutely takes a selfie of the two of you together at the end of your styling and makes it her lock screen because she just finds it too cute to resist :]

- And Ochaco’s big on being the little spoon, so pretty much every sleepover ends with her in your arms as you drift off to sleep together, happy to find time together amongst your busy training schedules

- She just enjoys being held by you, as it makes her feel safe and protected amidst the chaos she often has to go through as a UA student, and you’re happy to oblige her wishes if it makes your precious girlfriend happy :)

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A/N: First of all I’d like to apologize for Tamaki’s being longer than the others lol, I definitely have a bit of a bias since he’s my favorite character and I haven’t gotten any requests for him yet so I may have gone a little overboard, but I’m happy with it! I think this turned out really cute and I’m really proud of all three of these actually lol, and I’m having a lot of fun with every request for this event so far, so please feel free to send in a request for this event before it closes if you haven’t already! :D

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gaslysainz · 7 months

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Lost (PG10) pt.3

Summary: The world is utterly unfair. He was her most prized possession, her life, her first ever commitment of love. But to him, she was just a mere person lost in his big world.

warnings: ; unrequited feelings; Pierre is a douche , arrange marriage, angst, explicit scenes and languages.

Author's Note~ Heya guys! So it's finally here! Tbe 3rd part of my fanfic.I posted the first chapter of my first ever fanfic! And I'm overwhelmed by the response ❤️ Really Thanks a lot to everyone who had liked the story so far. It's just the beginning of the journey, there's a lot to come. Love You All 😘 Here's my first ever story for you guys. As soon as I finish this one, I'll start taking requests maybe! Till then please show your love and support for "LOST".

Journal Entry - 3

Pain is something that can be forgotten if that one person that you love gives you a smile. Butterflies, jitters, rainbows! Yea, that's my heart right now. I can melt right away. Right in front of him. Pierre Gasly has a beautiful smile!

Those sparkling eyes when he smiles has the power to light up my whole world. But why did he smile at me today?

Let me tell you what exactly happened.

I woke up a little late today because of all the crying I did yesterday. I went into the washroom to take a shower and freshen up and when I saw myself in the mirror I was scared of myself! Like seriously I look like a fucking zombie! Tear stains and melted mascara stains all over my face. But what's worse are my eyes. They were blood red and super swollen. No makeup, no face wash could cover that shit up. But I couldn't let Pierre see me like that. So the only thing that I could think of was wearing sunglasses. BIG BLACK SUNGLASSES! That too inside the house cause I wasn't allowed to go anywhere outside unless it was one of his races or events, where we'd have to pretend to be a super happy and In love kind of a couple. Life Sucks for me. Anyways I changed and was going to go down when I heard noises coming from the kitchen. Other than me no one usually goes inside the kitchen , so who might it be?

A little bit curious and also frightened I went inside the kitchen only to find my ever charming husband sporting the brightest radiant smile I've ever seen. My Husband Pierre Gasly! Standing right there with black shorts and a tight fitting black tshirt. His muscles stretching and struggling from it. The tshirt seems to be too tight but he still looks like a prince.

To be very honest it was a bit weird for me. Okay chuck it! It was very weird for me but I just played it cool by returning a very awkward smile to him.

" Good morning and thanks Y/n" Woah! That was the first time he actually wished me good morning. I seriously felt like I was on cloud 9 but I don't really keep high hopes in life anymore since I have lost a lot of things in this journey.

"Good morning to you too , but why thank you?"

"Oh! Yes, actually thank you for yesterday. You prepared the soup and the medicine for Julia" those words made me want to stab myself . After a whole night of torture and tears he finally finally smiled at me for the first time and that too the reason was Julia. That bitch of a step sister. Who is stealing my husband day by day from me. But who cares if the person who's supposed to actually care does not care about me.

I sometimes think if he ever thinks about me? About my happiness or, I'm just a mere housemate for him? Actually what's funny is that even the housemates are treated better than I am . Also I'm a bit disappointed. Why did he not ask me why was I wearing those hideous sunglasses? Why was I late to wake up this morning? But no, no questions of such were asked by him.

But you know what? I'm not complaining cause this was the first time he actually smiled at me properly.

That's all I've ever wanted. A little bit of genuine recognition from him. Not because of the camera's, not because of the families. Not pretentious.

And so I , Mrs.Y/n Gasly is again LOST!

LOST in His Radiant Smile!

PS - Please lemme know what do you think about LOST and also let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list ❤️

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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Bitchy is my Type Pt. 2

Leighton Murray x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is a motorcycle riding, tattoos, badass type. What happens when there is a new volunteer at the Women’s Center who is just her type, but instead of getting along, they become enemies? But what if those hateful feelings turn out to be something more? Or Enemies to friends to lovers.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1.2k

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

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There are many very unique people during poetry night. "Happy Father's Day. "Dad, "thanks for always protecting me from spiders, "from nightmares, from feeling respected as a woman." You snap with everyone else.

"My nipples are my own. But will they ever truly be free?" You hold back a laugh at the motion the girl makes while saying this.

"Oh, beautiful, disgracious skies. For amber waves of pain!" Everyone around you snaps aggressively in agreement. You hear Leighton call out, “Yeah.” Then you hear Alicia berate her. “Leighton, stop filming people without their consent.”

You can practically feel her eye roll. “Yes, Warden.” When you turn around you see Leighton drinking another glass of wine. “Are you seriously getting drunk at an event that you're working because you were caught getting drunk?”

She stops to think about it for a second, before nodding her head. “Yep.” Alicia groans. “Ridiculous.” You are about to yell at her, until someone comes in front of the group and you remember that there are other people still there.

The girl states, “I figure, if it's okay with you, I'll sing a few songs tonight. This first one is about a woman who deserves more love than she gets. Mother Nature.

The meadows so cloverly

Awakening my ovaries

Awakening my ovaries”

Leighton bursts out laughing and quickly runs outside. You follow her, making a mental note to apologize to the girl singing for the interruption. “Leighton, what the actual fuck? That's it. I'm not signing off on any of your hours tonight.”

She stops laughing instantly and whips around to face you. “What? Wait, you can't do that. I deserve double hours for sitting through this shit.” You look at her with an astonished look on your face. “Why? All you did was drink wine. And eat very noisy snacks!”

“But I was here.” Leighton whines. You shoot her a glare. “I don't care. You know, you just wasted three hours of your own life. Zero down. 100 to go.”

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The next morning, you make your way into Sips. When you see Canaan, you go right over to him.

“Hey, man! Where have you been?” You ask him. Normally, you two hang out almost every day. You guys had known each other since the 4th grade, and you were inseparable. Practically brother and sister. “So sorry dude. I was going to text you. Econ has been crushing me and I asked for some shifts off so I could study for the finals.”

You nod in understanding. When you see Kimberly come in, you call for her to come over.

“Dude! How the fuck do you put up with Leighton? She is the most entitled person I have ever met, and that's saying something. I have dated a lot of snobby people, but she takes the cake by far.” Kimberly gives me a look before saying, “Look. Yes, Leighton is a lot, and yes, she can be very entitled, but she is super sweet once you get to know her.”

You shoot her an unbelieving look before you hear Lila call for you. “Y/N! Bring those big, strong, lesbian muscles over here to lift these boxes for me! I just got my nails done.”

You roll your eyes before walking over towards her. “I told you not to call them that. Just call them my muscles please.” Lila smirks at you before saying, “If I was gay, I would hook up with you just for the abs.” You snort before lifting up the five boxes she wanted you to move. “YAS! LESBIAN MUSCLES!”

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Later that day, you were cleaning up the Women’s Center with Leighton. While you were actually cleaning, she was sitting and looking at her phone. Suddenly she says, “Look, I know you're in charge or whatever, but I really think it would benefit you to take things a little less seriously.”

You grunt out, “Oh, it would, huh?” while trying to put away a folding table. Leighton puts her phone down dramatically on the chair she is sitting on. “Yeah, okay. Like, if you didn't notice the song that girl sang was beyond terrible, then I am genuinely kind of worried about you.”

Before you can stop yourself, you let out a laugh. “Of course, I knew it was terrible. If she was good, she wouldn't be playing at the Women's Center!” Leighton gives you a “no duh” look before exclaiming, “Uh, yes. I agree!”

You pause what you're doing and turn towards the blond girl. “Okay, look. Some of these people are really fucking annoying. Doesn’t mean I say it to their face. Instead, I smile and cheer them on, and then mock them privately. Maybe give that a shot.”

Leighton sighs and throws her head back. “All right. All right, I will try to be less of a, um– Oh, God. What did you call it?” At the same time you both say, “A dumb, cis bitch.” You chuckle, finding the nickname you had come up with hilarious. Leighton nods with a strained look on her face. “Right. That’s the one.”

You just shrug and go back to trying to force a folding table to fold. “It’s true, you sounded like one. You know, it might be hard to stop. Just wait till it’s October, when Ginger starts her shit about her coven.” Leighton freezes for a second before violently asking, “What the fuck is a coven?”

The light laugh that you let out is enough to make the aggressive look on Leighton’s face melt almost instantly. You don’t notice, and you go back to your work as if nothing had happened.

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Once you finish up, you offer to give Leighton a ride to her dorm on your motorcycle. She accepts hesitantly, but you assure her that it is completely safe. When you hop on, she pauses and looks at the bike worriedly.

You let out a sigh and say, “Come on, Leighton. I haven’t got all day.” When she finally moves forward and sits down behind you, you reach for her arms so that you can wrap them around your waist. She quickly pulls them back, snapping, “What the hell are you doing?!”

You put your hands up in defense, quickly snapping back, “Calm down! Jesus. If you don’t want to fall off, you have to wrap your arms around me. Otherwise, we can’t go anywhere.” You can practically feel Leighton roll her eyes behind you before slowly worming her arms back around you.

You try to ignore the feeling that you got when she did this, and you start on your way towards her dorm. She slowly but surely gets more comfortable and ends up putting her chin on your shoulder so that she can see where you are going.

When you finally get to her dorm, Leighton hops off. She goes to walk towards her building before freezing and turning around. She calls out to you and quickly asks, “Hey, um. What did you mean last night? When you said me being straight hasn’t stopped you before?”

You freeze for a second, not expecting that question. When you finally snap out of it, you recompose yourself. You shoot her a smirk and casually say, “Well. I have a theory that everyone is at least a little fruity. I’ve hooked up with and dated quite a few women who thought they were straight. So, hasn’t stopped me before.”

You give her one last smile before speeding off towards your apartment. The question threw you off, but then you realized why she asked it. This was going to be fun.

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shiggyscumrag · 1 year

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WHOLESOME THOUGHTS WITH SHIGGY!

I've been looking back at my old fics and headcanons and mu god has my writing style and interests changed. So I've decided to make an updated HORNY THOUGHTS WITH SHIGGY!!!! Tbh most of them are gonna be wholesome <3 Bakugou has been on my mind A LOT lately so we're gonna start with him!!

Wholesome headcanons

I feel like sometimes when he gets home from patrol he is either a cuddle bug or doesn't want to be touched at all. Being a pro hero puts a lot of strain on the body! So when he comes home more emotionally exhausted sometimes he likes being cuddled and being taken care of. However when he comes home from a patrol that was particularly cruel on his muscles he prefers to just kinda lay there and not be touched.

I love two ideas. Bakugou either not being to handle his liquor at all OR being able to take shot after shot and not feel a thing but hate the taste and doesn't like to drink very often because of it. Like he'll go party with you and friends but he usually won't drink unless it's a special occasion. For the light weight version he would take shot for shot with you on a holiday (New years, Birthday, etc) and after the second shot he's fuckinf gone. Like he's there but snaps back into reality every 5 secs but he just looks so cute with the blush from the heat of the alcohol under his skin. Or on the heavy weight side he would also take shot for shot with you only getting tipsy as you reach your limit. Let's say around 5 shots for fun. He says to you "I'm glad you're done cause that tastes like shit." He just hates the alcohol taste.

I'm not a huge fan of baths. Like I hate them. So in this headcanon Bakugou would instead take showers with you rather than baths. Or if you wanted company while taking a shower but he didn't want to go in he would just sit on the counter and talk to you, read a book or scroll through his phone possibly looking for new recipes. And I course you would do the same thing for him!!

If you were an artist of any sort (I'm an art major give me a break) he would absolutely adore the home made gifts you'd make him. When you guys eventually move into your first place together he would hang up the gifts you gave him in his office or around the living areas. When guests came over and complimented the piece he would always subtly brag that you painted it and he can only have the best art pieces in his home because he has the best artist in the world living with him and making him custom peices. Also if he ever did a charity event and needed like a design or logo he would come to you either asking advice or commission you to do it. Fuck asking for it for free, even though you'd tell him you'd do it free of charge since you're dating and it's charity. But he INSISTS on paying you because you deserve it for all the hard work, love and care you put into it.

He would give you the aux in the car everytime. He knows you usually ask everytime if he has any requests and just queues them in between songs you like so it works out fine for him. You're happy he's happy, nothing to complain about.

However you met (preferably outside of UA) he would find it pretty important that early on in the relationship that he introduces you to his friends (kiri, mina, denki, and sero) just so he can see how you would fair around them. I mean he's around them 24/7 practically so it's important you get along. They are like family to him so it's also important they approve of you, even though he says he doesn't give a shit about their approval.

He secretly loves when you feel up his muscles. It just makes him feel good. He also likes when you rub his back with your nails. It just feels so nice, especially after a day of training and or patrol. It's the perfect relaxer. I feel he would also like it if you rubbed his temples gently when he laid his head in your lap. It could honeslty soothe him right to sleep.

Not so wholesome headcanons (18+ MDNI)

Biting? Check. Choking? Check. An occasional creampie? ...Check. Sorry just had to check off some of the kinks I think Bakugou would indulge in and fantasize about.

Bakugou is a pretty aggressive guy. Some might even say he's a bit mean sometimes. Cruel even. Never to you though. He can get very possessive though. The way he questions when anyone other than his friends and family talk about you. The arm around you at all times in public. The marks that litter your skin underneath your clothing. Oh yeah, he likes to mark you. He swears it's all for your pleasure, I mean you do love the occasional hickey and the way it feels when he bites and sucks on your skin. But it is a bit much when they cover almost all of the entirety of your body. Of course only the parts he can see and possibly sometimes a few on your neck when he's really worked up.

If he decided to do a little quicky in a semi public place he would most definetely let you bite down on his shoulder. Which I feel would be a rarity just cause he'd rather not deal with the possible repercussions of getting caught. He doesnt mind the pain. Like at all. Actually it helps him get off a little bit. It gives him just the right amount of pain and pleasure to get him going absolutely feral.

Some of his fav positions include: normal cowgirl aka riding him into oblivion, reverse cowgirl aka riding him into oblivion just with more ass, doggy, missionary, mating press, you riding his face. The list could go on.

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luvtonique · 7 months

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I got a neighbor named David.

A year ago he got diagnosed with terminal cancer, and his doctor asked if he wanted to know how long he's got left. He said no.

I wanna tell you a bit about David.

This guy's never owned a TV, a radio, a computer or a smart phone. He's never used the internet, never listened to media, every single thing he knows about current events or politics he knows from just looking around him at the place he lives.

David's the most chill motherfucker I've ever met in my entire life, and he's unbelievably friendly. Every time I see him, without fail, he asks how my art's doing, what I've been up to, how I'm doing trying to raise money to get out of Cali.

He's 65, he's lived here his whole life, same house, and he tells me all about how California was when he was younger, and how much it's changed in his lifetime. He talks about how when he was in his 30s, this place was a bit of a shanty town but people were nice, people cared about each other, everyone was friends, everyone would hang out and shoot bottles in front of their house and have bbqs and drink beer.

And now, people are afraid to go outside. There's drug addicts everywhere, rabid dogs roaming around, tweakers having freakouts in the streets, everything has just completely gone to hell and it's very clear our state government is more concerned with blaming us for our own misfortune instead of taking responsibility for the deterioration of this entire state on a political level.

When I told David I was saving up to leave California, he was super happy for me, and said that there's nothing here worth staying for, and that resonated with me really well.

This is a man who's terminal, he's going to die and has no idea when it's going to happen, and he is completely content with that. When he said to me "There's nothing here worth staying for" it struck me as philosophical. He doesn't wanna leave, this is where he's lived his entire life, there's no point for him to go anywhere. But he also doesn't want to stay here. He's at a point where he just plain does not want to be here, and understands and empathizes with me 100% that I don't want to be here either.

I don't know if I can properly convey this, but I can't stress enough how awful the state of California truly is.

If I don't get this debt paid off and get my ass the fuck out of here, I'll die here, and unlike David I will not die with fond memories of this place because my entire life here has been hell.

I'm glad that he's at peace with the life he's lived and the memories he has, and I strive to one day be that peaceful in my own mind and the comfort of the place I live in.

But right now, it's just impossible for me to live like this.

From having my debt constantly getting bigger, to having disabilities that the state keeps telling me I'm lying about, to being surrounded by drug dealers and drug addicts and homeless people shitting in the streets, to having every penny I earn with art instantly vanish because of the unfathomable cost of food, to having people on the internet so fucking blinded by the lies of these politicians that they argue with me, a person living in the cesspool that is California, that I'm "Reading into conspiracy theories" and that "California isn't that bad."

I could go on but I'm getting tired of making textwalls.

David, I strive to one day be as big a badass as you.

And I hope that in time I can chill and live comfortably and work on my passions and my dreams.

Love you all, thanks for reading.

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yoodokjas · 6 months

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if you could, would you have wanted for 0!yjh to meet dkos even just for a short nice moment (besides the canon one at the very end)? even if he would forget about it all in the end? vahdhv jgdjk how would that even go in your head 🤣

though i know he didnt suffer the way 41!yjh did it'd be so funny to see his reaction since 41 had such a.. memorable one XD i love them dearly. i want them to lose their shit and be down bad for a man they never met lol 41 had not even had an inkling of kdj's existence before yet fainted at what. happiness?? lol. and imagining 0 who knows kdj and has been getting help from dkos seeing his face and talking to him makes me scream

oh. ohhh man yeah ive thought about it although very briefly cuz with the way the 0 storyline is structured leaves a lot of room for imagination but also makes it clear that kdj cannot descend. but let's just say it's not the case, how it would go. maybe they'd meet during constellation banquet. yjh would be invited as seoul's representative, although he has (maybe) no story to inherit and no regression restrains at the time.

in walks kdj. yjh notices. hes rather young and much inexperienced, not exactly hardened by regression depression and still has that light-in-his-eyes so to speak. for yjh I'd say the first meeting would be bordering cute-awkward angle. this is still the guy who was paying for their private midday tryst all the time btw (yes. even during 0th turn) surely there must've been a few dms outside the context of scenario revelations that the two of them shared

for kdj, on the other hand, he'd feel probably sad, maybe even silently cry a little. he misses his own yjh and his own companions too. while 49 was busy having existential dread, 51 was having the time of his life with 0 after all. he succeeded in making him happy regardless where that happiness lead him.

gonna be talking abt side story now

oh 41yjh is still so... the human personification of "the tip of the iceberg" we know nothing about that guy. kdj knows nothing about him. hsy has no idea who he is. kdjs narration about him is both at fault and not at fault at the same time. cuz the og 41st turn isnt even written in twsa to begin with. nor is the 40th turn written either. kdj saw the one short paragraph of 41yjh shutting off his heart during that turn and using his companions for his benefit and ran with it and you cant even blame him cuz thats the only thing tls123 wrote of that turn. hsy mentions at some point during the epilogue that she and yjh (1863rd turn) did talk about events of his past regressions so twsa is not all "hsy's imagination" and yjh also mentions to biyoo that he doesnt remember the 41st turn so what if it was 1863yjh the one who told hsy that exact paragraph?? thoughts like these keep me up at night

and contrary to kdj's narration and lhh's fears, 41 isnt actually a monstrous existence. he cares for people and helps them. he loves people and people love him in return just as much. he is confused this time around though I'll give him that much. there are strange people around him. people who know him and the scenarios. people who keep mentioning this guy named kim dokja so much even he gets curious about him. most importantly his "archenemy" of the previous round is *gasps* not evil anymore. he knows something is going on just is far away from finding out what exactly.

#ask #orv #yoo joonghyuk #41 is still a rude rude man but that's his charm and i find it extremely endearing #i bet kdj does too #and lhh #he has way too many things going on rn but I'm hoping that s3 of the side story will be a little calmer for them #also fearing for lhh's life as we speak cuz he used 41yjh as a meat shield and caused him to faint lmao #i assume that will be the equivalent of joongdok's “i will return the hit you gave me”#joongdok #kim dokja #lee hakhyun

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hibiscuslynx · 11 months

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i’m sure they’re feeling normally about the sport (hockey) right now

PA not pictured he’s currently having a moment(TM) offscreen

very long ramblings about hockey and wttt under the cut:

i have an ailment called “i keep thinking about how wttt characters would react to irl events*” which is basically the entire premise of the actual series itself but i still feel insane for being so obsessed with it so anyway here’s my ramblings

*that i am experiencing. in this case: hockey

i absolutely think all the hockey-watching states (which, in my head, are all the midwest states w/ nhl teams, all of the northeast states. except for VT, NH—and maybe RI?—who only watch it every so often, washington, and colorado) gave mass shit for his team (the bruins) getting knocked out of the first round by the FLORIDA PANTHERS (who BARELY got into the playoffs) after their literal record-breaking regular season and the insane fucking team they had. wash, minnesota, chicago/illinois, probably gave him the least shit for it, in that order, but there were def a few remarks about it. the only one who didnt say anything was probably colorado bc he was the defending champion and got knocked out first round by washington LMFAO. but the northeast was RUTHLESS. i’d like to think they gave him sooooo much shit for it he couldnt even show his face around in the statehouse (outside of meetings) until new jersey got knocked out 2nd round. even connie joined in despite repeated attempts by mass to disqualify him from even talking about the playoffs considering connecticut has not had an nhl team since 1997.

i should add new york got knocked out like literally the next day so he couldnt give mass shit for it as much but at least he didnt have a record-breaking team like the bruins !

anyway ❤️ new jersey is not shutting up about the fact the devils beat the rangers until next season’s playoffs start. he is bringing that shit up every time he reasonably can.

okay, now into who i think each hockey-watching state is rooting for/bandwagoning now. the current matchups right now are: in the west, we have the dallas stars versus the vegas golden knights (which i’m calling vgk for short), and in the east, we have the carolina hurricanes against the florida panthers.

i should note that they are all very happy the cup is staying in america (most people hate vgk but the american haters r at least happy they knocked the edmonton (canada) oilers out)

(LONG LIVE SUN BELT HOCKEY AND RAHHHHHHHH USA USA USA 🦅🦅🦅🦅)

massachusetts: - no one because he’s salty and hates everyone (leaning very slightly towards vgk because nevada , the personification, is better than the others)

new york: - same as massachusetts. hoping for the canes’ downfall (the carolina hurricanes knocked out the new york islanders first round too. yes, new york has/had two teams in the playoffs (islanders and rangers). new york has THREE total. rip buffalo ily guys)

new jersey: - very much actively hoping for the canes’ downfall (canes knocked out the devils), so much so he’s leaning very slightly panthers except he would never admit that

pennsylvania: - he’s currently climbing light poles in philly and taunting the government (gov? the actual government of philadelphia? who knows) just to feel something. (the philadelphia flyers are a bit of a dumspter fire and the pittsburgh penguins missed the playoffs for the first time in 16 years) he can also not talk as much shit about his fellow northeasterners and their teams as he’d like because of the shit he got/is getting for the penguins missing the playoffs.

ohio: - the panthers because 1) florida of the midwest and the actual florida have to stick together yknow 2) johnny hockey’s best friend is on the panthers

michigan: - the hurricanes because he’s not rooting for/bandwagoning the same team as ohio

chicago/illinois: - i dont even want to talk about this man/team fuck them

minnesota: - vgk because he’d be damned if he’s rooting for the stars (the minnesota wild got knocked out by the dallas stars)(and the admin of the mn wild twt account started up a little feud w the admin of the stars twt account)

washington: - the stars because. do i have it in me to explain this twitter bit. hmm… no. tl;dr: the vibes

colorado: - vgk because nevada is his buddy !!!!!

connecticut: - the canes to piss off the rest of his northeastern pals (and he is a little fond of them because the hartford whalers relocated to become the carolina hurricanes)

in my heart of hearts i want north carolina to be rooting for his team so bad and actually rhe canes have some LOUUDDD fans so i think he gets to be the first southern state to actually regularly watch his hockey team and know the game. florida, as always, still doesn’t know what the stanley cup is. texas could care less. nevada is a casual fan of his team i think but i think theyre rlly amped up abt vgk being in the playoffs rn.

thats all <3 if u actually read all of this , 1) why 2) thank you i love you. feel free to talk to be abt hockey (and how it relates to wttt, or not!!) anytime :3

#not putting this in the main tag #lynx rambles #wttt hockeyposting #<- new tag for this stuff just dropped #because im insane and i think about this sport a lot #i really sat here and wrote all this huh #i love taljing abt this sport i love combining interests #oueuugugheghhhghhh i need to draw more of the guys in hockey jerseys/gear #my sillies (they’re insane about the sport just like me)#EDIT: I FORGOT CONNECTICUT NOOO #ADDED HIM RN

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felikatze · 27 days

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What are some Marth facts

I DONT ACTUALLY HAVE MARTH FACTS... i'm at like. chapter 8 of shadow dragon. outside of my realization of "holy shit, this guy is the autism creature" i dont have many more character thoughts

okay yeah yesterday i discovered that after mystery of the emblem the fucker apparently untied SEVEN countries into a super state somehow. because all the rulers were either a) dead or b) decided that they want out of this shit so marth can have it

very funny to finally have context on why an awakening lore event was called "the schism" because the people of that super country got into a religious spat and split in three.

uhhh. marth has a sister who looks identical to him and it's SUPER hard to tell apart elice (marth's sister) and caeda (marth's wife) in official art. wild. i think this speaks more about FE character design than about marth though.

UM. in all of his mainline games, marth can't actually promote. his unique promoted class, lodestar, was actually created specifically for fire emblem warriors, which requires all units to be promotable. despite lodestar being his associated title and class ever since (most notable in fire emblem engage's "lodestar rush", which is emblem marth's engage attack) there is no main game where marth actually has that class!

warriors is really fun marth has a neat moveset in it.

maybe it's interesting that in shadow dragon, a vast majority of characters aren't actually recruited by marth? they're recruited by caeda, which is really funny. caeda rolls up to someone like "hey. join me or stab me. i know you fucking won't, pussy," and the person goes "dang. guess i'll join you" and then they go talk to marth like "hey so i uh-" "you're joining us. cool." "kay! thanks!"

it's fantastic

really he is in fact the blandest sword boy ever but something about the resting bitch face of his SD portrait combined with the sheer unflappable bluntness of his dialogue has captivated me. like yeah. yeah.

salem ana and I have concluded that motivational speeches are just his default social script. he figured out that this makes people happy and always works so whenever he doesn't know how to deal with a situation he starts talking about the power of friendship, and that's why all his extra canon appearances are Like That.

like. okay that's absolutely not the intent, but it's way funnier to read him this way.

alear: "marth, i'm sad." marth: (oh shit. fuck.) "alear have you considered your bonds." alear: "marth, you're right! there's no need to be sad if you're here with me :)" marth: (SUCCESS.)

#Feli gets asked #fire emblem

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kurisus · 2 years

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Chapter 102-2 thoughts

Considering how eventful this chapter was, I'm surprised I didn't catch wind of any spoilers beforehand. That said, spoilers to follow~

The thing I wanna start with is Yato talking about Hiyori summoning him back from Yomi, but the way he remembers it is as "Yato" rather than "Yaboku" like she actually said. Thus, he's finally mentally broken free of that control Father held over him.

He follows that up by reminding trash dad he's been the one hurting him this whole time, only showing up with crocodile tears and bandages as a way to excuse all he's done.

The pages of the brief fight between Chiki and Rekki, and the one of Yato slicing trash dad's neck open, are so goddamn cool. So satisfying. I will be looking at these pages whenever I need a pick-me-up. My boy finally got 'em :')

Before I get to that, though, I have to laugh at Ebisu this chapter. Man strolls into the gravekeeper's home, almost destroys the shrine, then pauses and asks for the sorcerer's name. Once it's given to him, he lets the guy die and strolls back out, presumably with the name intact. King shit, I love you little businessman boy.

ngl, I didn't really see it coming that all those people with the gravekeeper were dead, too. That's definitely one way to go about receiving the name without having to kill children. And the way they reincorporated that plot detail from Hiyori's grandma was lovely. The writing in this manga is beautiful.

That said, I still don't think we're quite out of the woods. Like I've mentioned before, they told us this place is very, very dangerous and we haven't seen that, still. While my first instinct was to celebrate that Father's finally bitten the dust, there's probably something still yet required to defeat him. idk. it's nagging at me, though. Ebisu's statement "I've already devoted plenty of lives to this" combined with his realization that he's died here in the past almost makes me want to say he has been the gravekeeper in several cycles, but...there was still a line of humans carrying out this duty. He wouldn't have passed the duty back to them, right?

What happened to kill the gravekeeper's family? Why was he left alive, and they were all killed young? The answer to this is probably the same "danger" on this island.

HOWEVER I'm still going to celebrate Father's death. We deserve it. Watching him bleed out while begging for Yato to understand had me like YESSSSSSSS DIE A MISERABLE DEATH.

So yeah let's go back to that. Yato did clarify "Yaboku dies with you" means the version of himself that's tied to his dad will die, like was frantically speculated when he first said that, and he'll be free to live a happy life with his friends.

As much as I want to believe that was really Hiyori and Yukine appearing there at the end, it probably isn't. Yukine is still having a meltdown, and Hiyori is stuck outside of her body with no way to return. Plus we saw Yato's hands just before, and they were stained with blight.

So Father's dying, the gravekeeper did die, Ebisu (presumably) knows his true name, Yato's not in great shape, and Hiyori is running after Mizuchi. What do I think will happen next?

As usual, I have several ideas: Father will reincarnate into a different body. Fujisaki himself will probably either die or wake up in a panic (remember, Father's spirit is outside of the physical body at the moment. I don't know that getting his throat cut would necessarily kill him, if his spirit is still alive). Since Amaterasu has seen Father, she'll be able to track his new body. From there, I would like to say she'll obliterate him for good, but there's still also the nagging question of Heaven's corruption. What if they wanna trap him so they can study him like a bug? What if they kill Amaterasu? What if Father reincarnates as a really young kid, and there's the ethical question of killing children again? What's going to happen to Ebisu and Take, now that they're the ones with the knowledge of his name? The final arc only just started. It wouldn't wrap up after 3 chapters, right? Something else has gotta happen, but what?

I'm definitely going to think more on this and see if I can come up with a more solid idea before next month. We're definitely in the denouement of the series, but as always Adachitoka is staying two steps ahead of all of us. Outfoxed again!

#Noragami #Noragami spoilers #Noragami manga #haha. I'm so afraid next chapter they're gonna be like SIKE IT'S THE LAST ONE #ma'am this is my emotional support manga that traumatizes me every month who am I gonna be without it #live update

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didiersdragon · 2 years

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@lingering-there (gratefully accepts ur candy) your wish is yours to keep~

more baby lloyd headcanons!!!

sometimes lloyd would fall asleep on couches, training room floors, kitchen table, outside, anywhere and everywhere because he would be too stubborn to admit he was tired and go to bed. whenever this happens, cole would pick him up and carry him back to bed. when they're out and if lloyd falls asleep, he would carry the kid like a baby, with his face smooshed to his chest and drool all over his shirt but cole wouldn't mind. lloyd finds out about this happening one day when cole picks him up when he isn't fully asleep and lloyd loved it. so sometimes he pretend sleeps just to make cole pick him up. cole would be oblivious but some of the other ninja notice and would only laugh fondly at lloyd's antics. i think even after tomorrow's tea, cole would continue to do this and lloyd still being the little shit he is (and also who loves his older siblings' attention too much) would fake pretend sometimes too, maybe not as much before but it still happened

during winter, lloyd would be attached to kai. like you will not find lloyd at least five feet away from kai. he's always holding onto his arm or cuddled into him on the couch and even sneaks into kai's room to sleep because he hates the cold feeling (it reminds him of when he was out alone in the streets buuut lets not get too angsty) you'd find lloyd waiting outside the bathroom when kai's inside too.

alternatively, during summer, lloyd follows zane around everywhere. he's not too close with zane and he doesn't know if the guy likes cuddling like kai. but zane is super chill about it. he invites lloyd to make cold treats like milkshakes, smoothies, popsicles and more together in the kitchen and lloyd is happy to help (and eat!) he stays by zane's side who is happy to make sure the other was cool enough.

adding to that, i do think kai gets a little grumpy bc his baby brother is spending his time as far away from him and so he complains from the door to the kitchen and zane is teasing him saying that lloyd is his little one now. lloyd jokes with him too but does end up making a special watermelon smoothie with bananas, strawberries and extra ice just for kai.

jay takes lloyd to his first con. lloyd is starry-eyed and completely awestruck the entire time by all the cool stuff going around and the cosplays too. they couldn't cosplay for that con but the next one they went to, they both go as fritz donnegan! everyone loves their costumes (thanks to nya and zane's help)

he loves forehead kisses!! it was when nya had hugged him after he was saved from the serpentine and she had given him a big hug and a familial kiss to his forehead. it made him feel so happy that he had shyly asked her again for another one when she tucked him into bed. it always made him happy bc his badass big sister would usually always be very hesitant when it came to affection but she would always make sure to place a small kiss on his head before she goes on a mission or sees him when she comes back. (*seabound spoilers* little bit of angst, but after seabound, he regret never getting one from her one last time)

in contrast to nya, kai adored affection and was never afraid to show it. it was lloyd who was hesitant at first, but after a warm cuddle after having a bad nightmare, he would always go to kai for affection. he bonded with him due to the events at the volcano as well but that kinda set it off. you'd find lloyd holding kai's hand whenever they were out, napping on his lap after training, hugging him everytime he has to go somewhere and so much more. kai was always the first to make sure lloyd understood just how much they all loved him and accepted him into their family. lloyd definitely got addicted to the affection he received and was worried that after tomorrow's tea, kai would stop with it. but kai made sure he knew that no matter how old lloyd got, he'd always be his baby bro.

despite how i always write abt kai and lloyd being the best brothers, i do think it took them a long time to reach that point. with how vocal kai had been about his distate for garmadon, lloyd thought kai hated him for it too. and that hurt him a lot bc he felt most comfortable with kai out of all the ninja. but kai-after countless conversations with nya- did learn and grow. tbh this fic perfectly describes how that whole process would be (this fic legit changed me and became one of my fav fics of all time, 100% recommend it)

okay that's it for now, i hope it's all good!! (and for more candy, perhaps ill add more.....)

#ninjago #lloyd garmadon #lego ninjago #cole brookstone #kai smith #nya smith #jay walker #zane julien #rgb siblings #they have my heart #my favourite found family <3 #baby lloyd #lloyd is a gremlin #for affection #thank you for the candy!!!

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refriedrambles · 6 months

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Okay! Note for Gir Goes Crazy and Stuff

The voot changes size between shots, but it's definitely bigger then it's normally portrayed in general

GIR does love his animals

And back to the yelling

"Cows are my friends," whispering into Zim's ear like a little creep. "I don't like you." Coming in hard here Zim.

Operation Dookie isn't a bad plan, but I like how Zim's not realizing or upset about his name being synonymous with shit

Ooo a glimpse into GIR's head. Dancing weenies. How much of this is tv poisoning his brain and how much of this is being wired different

Okay so Zim's quite literally covered in shit on the way back I can get why he's so pissed, but he's keeping it mostly together

Did Zim make the behavioral modulator? Is it based off an existing piece of equipment?

"No more distractions GIR. Attack the human! This time on a dangerously high setting" Like lethal force or is this behavior modulator potentially damaging to GIR at the setting it's on now? Zim? Zim???

He keeps up the duties even after being forced into duty mode. Which is an interesting bit only because he always snaps out of duty mood when doing random shit. He can't shift gears here and I think that's what the eye twitch is about at the end of this scene. That energy's still building up and he can't effectively release it

Even in duty mood he's keeping up the yays and shit. He's being force to be serious and profession and he's still struggling

Zim's so excited when he thinks he fixed GIR and just loses all momentum.

Oh Squid Cop my favorite background human (Squid Cop for best henchmen 2023!)

GIR has so much info on humanity, he probably would have told Zim that was a cop car in his normal mode and still chased after it (with less damage in the process)

Zim is no longer keeping it together

Throws cop to the ground tied up in his own seat belt, "I have captured the enemy for meat testing. Praise me! PRAISE ME!!!" posing the entire time. He is copying Zim's behaviors here

Squid Cop point out aliens and begging for his life in the most cliche, but also some how funny way. "Please! I have a house and children and pets and a toilet- toilet children."

"Make silence now human." is a perfect line and no one can convince me otherwise

Zim experimenting on random children in his free time checks out. Why the happiness centers of his brain specifically? No one, but Nick will know

"With all due respect, you must know the SIR unit code enables freewill in the event that the mission is threatened. This police human was a threat." Very very interesting line here but dude this whole interaction is great.

"You dare tell ME what I already know?!" "Did you know that?" Zim's gonna popped a blood vessel and just lashes out with "Your legs are stupid!" cause he still thinks GIR isn't gonna get it if he tries to explain that yes in fact he did know that

This is all ignoring the fact that said police human would not have been a threat if Zim hadn't ordered GIR to check out the noise or if GIR had put on his disguise before he jumped outside

Duty mode GIR is still just as defective as before

Look the problem in this episode is even after Zim traps GIR in a state of focus that is highly stressful for the bot continues to treat him like he's stupid and he isn't really to begins with. Normally he'd be able to move on let the insults and slights slide off of him, but now. Now he's forced to focus on them. Let them linger in his head because his programming is forcing him to. Especially given who's saying it. He goes into duty mode when he's given orders. Zim's words carry a lot of weight for the bot even if he might not want them too

Zim's probably heard all this shit thrown at him countless times, it's his norm, he knows how to cope. GIR does not

You just don't like him my guy. He's not wrong that switching this guy's brain is in fact a huge waste of time, but he IS being more of a dick then usual

Like GIR's fighting himself on calling Zim here sir and I definitely think it's more because of how he's being treated then what Zim's actually doing. GIR gathering intel from broadcasts isn't even a bad idea even if he was actually functional. In his normal state it kinda good idea, it keeps GIR occupied and away from what Zim might be working on. But like its also why he knows way more about earth and humans then Zim does. It's what typically works the best

GIR's "purpose" and him feeling like his potential is being wasted, who's that remind me of?

I feel like I've done notes on this episode before and came to a very strong (to me at least) conclusion, that I'm now very bias towards and that is likely tainting this batch of notes. But oh well

BUT LIKE AM I WRONG THO??? His threat assessment is off, he's running into things without necessarily thinking them thru (to the extent that the one thing he consistently remembers in his normal state, the dog suit, is completely forgotten), he needs praise, HE DEMANDS PRAISE, he's using the same insult Zim threw at him, everything is about the mission! But nothing is REALLY about the mission. There's this need to prove himself worthy of existence and Zim's attempts to alter and change GIR likely isn't that different to the robot to the threat of deletion. Something as flawed as Zim thinking GIR is broken must mean something is seriously wrong, right? The blow up, the frustration, and turning on Zim? That's self preservation. I don't think GIR hates Zim anymore then Zim hates GIR in this. And I don't believe Zim hates GIR, he might view him as a nuisance, or an obstacle, or even a test, but he could simply just shut the robot down. You know, if he did hate him

Zim is soft underneath everything. Specifically towards his minions, but he doesn't know how to treat them, because no one's treated him right

GIR's fear is being expressed as frustration and rage in the same way Zim typically presents his if he can help it. But there is absolutely some resentment towards Zim from how he's being treated too

I'm going in circles here

This is a stupidly high tech library

"I'm sorry, you have two disks overdue. We'll have to confiscate your retinas." The most annoyingly pretentious laugh leading into a "hmmn" as GIR beats down the door. Lady's got the biggest smile the whole time. Love this line

Her. Unhinged legend. She just goes with it.

This show is perfect. And I especially love the minor characters in this episode

Poor Squid Cop and his existential crisis. (Squid Cop for best henchmen 2023!)

Zim is just like 'I'm a cop now. No one can stop me.' Then immediately 'wtf happened here?!'

GIR is curious to begin with combined with the mission directive and his copying of Zim's behaviors, none of this is a surprise. I really like that he's still using Zim verbiage.

Squid cop just immediately trying to help Zim when he's asked is wonderful

You can't just curse snacks Zim! It goes against everything the Tallest stand for!

WHO SAVED THE DAY?! WHO STOPPED ZIM FROM BEING VIOLENTLY MURDERED BY GIR?! HMMM?! HMMMMMMMMM?!!?!?! (shaking you wildly)

But I do think when GIR says he didn't like being Zim's servant he meant that at least in the moment. Mostly from the stuff he experience while stuck in duty mode, but likely from some stuff before that too. Zim doesn't treat GIR right. I know. He knows too, to some extent, he typically backs off if there are tears because that's how he knows he went too far. But I also think Duty mode was forcing GIR to focus on the negatives, the imperatives and the mission directives. The only fulfillment his code was allowing was that which aligned with his "purpose".

We were robbed of the galactic space battle with Squid Cop. (Squid Cop for best henchmen 2023!) It's truly a crushing blow for humanity. I sob at night thinking of what could have been...

Idk man these are rough notes. A little more polished then normal, but I still haven't really put my thoughts together

Zim keeps his word more often then I'd really expect him to

And I love how Squid Cop turns purple

bye

#refriedramblings #self notes

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woltourney · 1 year

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ROUND 1 / SIDE B / POLL 12

Lopu Rhaavuna (@mages-ballad) v. Big-Chungus Funny Icarus (@swageus-harmonia)

Lopu Rhaavuna:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Lopu Rhaavuna, she/her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. IC-ly her primary jobs are Bard and Dancer. Secondary to that, Sage and Reaper.

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Mateus [Crystal]

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. I took inspiration for Lopu's character and story from the mahou shoujo genre, with the core elements being that a seemingly-average girl discovers she actually has the capability for magical powers, and uses those to help spread hope and save others. Love is a major theme for Lopu, and its what gives her the strength and motivation to do what she does. Lopu grew up in Gridania, where she left and became the Warrior of Light at age 25. She's always had a deep feeling of wanderlust within her, and the events of the MSQ are what kickstart her into being able to get out and see the world. She's lived her life knowing there had to eventually be more out there for her, and her assumptions are proven right as she takes up the title of the WoL and makes herself known. She's no doubt had her ups and downs, but never once has she regret her journey. Others may call her a hero; but even after all this time she still considers herself just an adventurer that likes to help people. In her free time, Lopu has a few hobbies she likes to indulge in! She's very big on cooking and sharing the food she makes, gardening and growing her own ingredients, hunting, training, running Treasure Maps, and of course hanging out with the Scions. Outside of saving the universe, she's a very sweet and humble woman.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "Ah? Um…" Lopu takes a lock of her thick hair to twirl around and play with while she ponders the question. "I think I should win because… It would make me really happy if I did?" She laughs a little, giving a flash of fangs. "Truthfully, I can't really think of a good reason! I guess there is the fact I saved the universe, but I wouldn't want people to feel obliged to put me on a pedestal just for that." "Maybe… If I win, I'll bake a huge celebratory cake to share with everyone! That works, right? People tend to be more motivated to vote if there's food involved, yes?"

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. AS HER CREATOR I SAY VOTE FOR LOPU BECAUSE SHE IS SO CUTE AND HUGGABLE AND SILLYGIRL-CORE AND HAS THICK THIGHS AND I LIKE HER A LOT AND ALSO IF SHE WINS I WILL ACTUALLY DO A GPOSE OF HER AND THE CAKE AND EVERYONE CAN HAVE SOME!!!!! VOTE FOR LOPU #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP

Icarus:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. technically his name is Icarus but his name in critically acclaimed mmorpg final fantasy xiv is Big-Chungus Funny so do whatever you want with that information (he/they pronouns also)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Mr Chungus is a whole ass Viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. His class is whatever I damn well feel like playing with, but for an actual conk creet answer he mains gunbreaker reaper and black mage

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. im on zalera crystal data centre :)

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Icarus is just Some Guy really, homeboy just woke up in fuckin uldah one day and lemme tell ya it went downhill from there lmao. He is also cursed with Not Remembering Anything(which is my excuse for not knowing some shit abt the story because my dumb ass skipped cutscenes OMEGALUL), dude got REALLY fucked up in shadowbringers with the whole light poisoning thing and just. lost memories of shit pre-shb. Also his dork ass horns and wings were bc of the whole shb thing dont worry abt it. Anyways now he just fuckin sits his bitch ass around his stank aah island smoking weed that makes you evil idk

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. uhhh uhhh fuckin uuh #BIGCHUNGUSSWEEP

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. man my wol was just a shitpost character and i got too attached i had to pull all this info out my ass :/

#💎 shout #💎 round one

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 6 months

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Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: This was one of my favorite chapters to write too. I like writing Keigo as a three-dimensional character with all these vulnerabilities & shit. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Fourteen: Not a Part of the Plan.

“You’re kidding,” Rumi gasps. “You almost killed the guy?!”

It’s the next night––a warm Saturday night––that is buzzing with activity. Especially at the bar Keigo finds himself at with Rumi and Dabi who specifically came out to see them.

They’ve been here for an hour so far and have been keeping track of the time Dabi has left before he’s forced to go back to his cell. Two prison guards are posted very closely to him during their bar romp––one standing near the door and the other outside in the van, possibly sleeping at the wheel.

Dabi sits across from Keigo next to Rumi in their booth, sipping on his second glass of Jack Daniels and smoking a cigarette that he makes sure to smoke away from Rumi unless he wants a face full of her fist.

They sit at a more secluded area of the dimly-lit yet cozy bar by a few mounted heads of stuffed animals and a pool table that isn’t occupied yet. Keigo is glad he came out tonight to the bar despite the place being packed to the brim and the crowd getting rowdy as the night goes on. He didn't feel like being alone tonight…not after what happened last night. He needed to see his friends’ faces and get some advice on his situation.

“Not true,” he says. “I said I was thinking about it; I’m not about to catch a case with the career I have and have Y/N hate me forever.”

He already gave them the rundown of his meeting with Rei at your and Rum’s condo last night, earning a gasp from Rumi like she was watching a soap opera and a throaty laugh from Dabi. The dark-haired ex-villain shakes his head disappointedly now, taking a cherry from the bowl sitting between them. They’re supposed to go in Rumi’s cocktail, but they’ve been eating them instead. “That’s a shame,” he tsks. “You could bunk with me and we’d be cell buddies.”

His crystal blue eyes tick up to Keigo’s, a lightheartedness to them. He knows that his friends is just trying to make him laugh, but it isn’t helping. Especially considering that he damn well could’ve beat Rei to a pulp if he let his anger get the best of him. It’s been bothering him all day how close he was to doing it.

He hit up a party catering company himself a week ago, paying them early and extra for setting up shop. He decided to throw it a couple blocks away from the Gala in the basement of a small event venue where proms and bachelor parties are thrown. He loves basement parties, and low-key events even more.

He groans, putting his hands in his hands. “God, I feel like I’m going insane!” he huffs. "I don’t know why I even did all of that.”

Rumi narrows her eyes at him from across the booth, pausing mid-sip of her rum cocktail. She then reaches across the table to smack Keigo on the shoulder, making his skin sting. “Because you’re in love with Y/N, dumbass!” she practically shouts. “If you can’t see that now then you’re at a total loss. You’d might as well tell her.”

Keigo rolls his eyes at her “advice”. Like telling you would even matter now. That would only make things much worse! “You’re not really helping me out,” he tells her grimly. “Our relationship is rocky enough as it is. Why the fuck would I tell her I love her, especially now that she’s back with Rei?”

That only gets him a shrug of Rumi’s shoulders who he can tell is just about tipsy. “If not that then tell her how much of a bitch her man is,” Dabi comments. He pops another cherry out of the bowl and sucks on it before ripping the soft berry off of its vine with his teeth. “Especially with his acting.”

Keigo’s ears perk at this, confusion on his face as he sips his own bottle of Jack Daniels. “What, you don’t find it convenient that he asked for Y/N back only a week before the Heroes’ Gala?” Dabi questions, raising an eyebrow at his friend.

Rumi agrees, popping a cherry for herself to put into her mouth. “And several months away from the ranking ceremony,” she adds. “Now that you mention it, Dabi, it does seem kinda weird. Y’know, you would’ve made a perfect detective if you weren’t into terrorizing people.”

As the two begin to talk among themselves about the careers Dabi could’ve had if he wasn’t in LOV, Keigo’s head whirls with the implications behind their words. Rumi is right: the Gala is only a week away. There will be cameras and news reporters and adoring fans waiting patiently for the award winners to be announced which often have a good outcome for rankings at the JP Event. It all has to do with popularity.

….Wait.

As soon as his thoughts connect, Keigo chokes on his Jack Daniels and nearly spits it out of his mouth. He roughly swallows the liquid and begins to hack into his fist, his throat burning and tears springing into his eyes.

Rumi and Dabi react immediately. Dabi passes him the pitcher of water left for them while Rumi leans over the table. “Fuck, Keigo, breathe!” she huffs, patting him hard on the back.

Keigo continues to cough until he’s able to breathe properly. “Rei’s a bitch,” he chokes out. Rumi rolls her eyes, lifting the water pitcher for him. “Yeah, we know that. Now sip the water before you die.”

Keigo leans forward and attaches his lips to the pitcher, letting Rumi pour it down his throat. He continues to clear his throat and dabs at his eyes with a napkin, slowly recovering. Once he’s sure he’s okay, he finishes his thought: “Rei doesn’t really want Y/N back; he’s just tryna get his award and a higher ranking. He’s using her for publicity.”

He grips the napkin, crumbling it into his fist. “Oh, that motherfucker,” he angrily growls, his feathers sharpening along his wings.

Rumi looks just as mad while Dabi is busy sipping on his bottle. “Guess you’re just gonna have to go over and have a word with Y/N,” he deadpans. “If her man is there, you have a word with her and fuck him up.” Keigo nods, more than ready to get his hands dirty and help you see the truth about your scummy boyfriend.

“Want me to come with?” Rumi asks, already standing up. “I can cancel my pussy appointment for tonight. I’m sure she won’t mind me visiting her tomorrow.” Dabi chuckles at this as he ties a knot with the cherry vine. “I’d volunteer too, but if I get found out for fuckin’ somebody up, especially a hero, I’ll get my perks taken away again.”

Keigo shakes his head as he stands up, popping the collar to his jacket. “Naw, you two stay here,” he says, already looking towards the exit. “I’ll handle this shit myself.” He then takes a swig of the rest of his bottle before departing from his friends, zooming through the crowd for the door.

“Go getcha girl, Hawks!” Rumi encouragingly calls after him. “And use the door this time!”

***********

When Keigo zooms over to your apartment, he makes it there in ten minutes flat with how fast he’s going. If you had seen him, he’d look like a red comet shooting across the sky.

Like a jackass, and as usual, he doesn’t listen to Rumi to use the door and goes around to your windows when he gets to your condo. However, your bedroom window isn’t open nor is your living room window so he has to walk through the lobby and travel up the elevator like a normal person.

When he gets to your floor, he races across the hallway to your door and practically throws himself against it. Then he begins knocking on it like a crazy person, hollering for you. “Y/N!” he calls through the door. “Open up, it’s me! I have to talk to you!”

He continues to knock until you finally come to the door, looking fine as hell in your stretchy pink shorts and cropped Plus Ultra tee, your braids tied back in a ponytail. “Keigo?” you question, scowling at him. “What’s going on? Why are you knockin’ on my door like you’re the feds?”

He stands there, breathing heavy and possibly smelling like the bar, but he didn’t have time to freshen up. “I’m sorry,” he sighs, composing himself but the urgency inside of him doesn’t let up. “Listen, there’s something I need to tell you.”

He opens his mouth to continue but freezes when he sees Rei stepping out from the kitchen with a silver mixing bowl in the crook of his arm. As soon as their eyes meet, Keigo wants to toss a couple feathers at the motherfucker and pin him against the wall like a game of knife throw.

Rei’s smirk is calloused and cocky as he steps behind you. “Oh, Hawks, it’s you!” he says with false happiness. “What a surprise. I didn’t realize Y/N invited guests for our dinner tonight.”

You look from him to Keigo, eyeing him suspiciously. “I didn’t.” Keigo doesn’t like you giving him that look–like you can’t trust him. If you can trust anyone in this world, it’s him! You told him that the night you slept together. Was that just the alcohol talking? He sure as hell hopes not. It would break him if that wasn’t the truth.

“I haven’t seen you since Fatgum’s wedding,” Rei continues, poking the bear harder and harder. “How’s Sakura doing? She looked wonderful at the reception.” His smirk grows wider, reminding Keigo of a twisted version of the Cheshire Cat.

“She’s fine,” he replies, balling his fists at his sides. He is trying hard to keep himself composed and under control, but your man is pushing it. “Listen, Y/N, can I please talk to you for a minute?”

His eyes flick to Rei who stands a little too close to you. “In private?” he adds.

You still look incredibly confused but you allow Keigo your time to him anyway. “Uh…sure.” You turn to Rei with a reassuring smile. “I’ll be right there, Rei. Just keep stirring the sauce.” Rei nods and makes a show of sneaking his hand around your waist before pecking your cheek. “Nice seeing you again, Hawks,” he says before leaving you two alone.

You step out into the hallway, keeping the door open a crack. “What’s goin’ on?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “Why do you look like that? Did something happen?” His eyes flicker to your chest and the way your arms squish your breasts together so tantalizingly. Fuck, this is the wrong time to be eyeing you down.

He looks away back towards your face and takes a moment to gather his thoughts. There is a part of him that wants to turn around and leave to spare your feelings, but he knows that that isn’t ideal. You’re his friend and he loves you, so you deserve to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be.

“Okay,” he exhales. “This isn’t gonna be easy to tell you, so just bear with me. Have you ever thought it weird that Rei suddenly asked for you back only a week before the Gala?”

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds, his words processing in your pretty brain. Then they begin to register across your face but not in the way he was hoping. You look angered and irritated, and all of it is directed at him. “What are you implying, Keigo?” you sharply ask with a scowl. “That Rei just wanted me back just for publicity or something?”

Keigo awkwardly toes the floor with his sneaker, an embarrassed flush enveloping his face. He didn’t exactly prepare for this. “Uh…yeah,” he timidly answers. “Not to mention for a higher ranking. You did say the guy cares a lot about his status, right?”

You suddenly let out a chuckle which startles him. He wasn’t expecting that. But then he realizes that you don’t believe him. Him! Your best friend. Your partner in crime and righthand man. That hurts him more than he wants to admit. But when he continues to stare at you silently, that disbelief in your face disappears. “You’re being serious,” you say, realizing this isn’t a joke.

Still, he doesn’t say anything. He is more afraid of how you’d react if he did say something. Your scowl turns into a glare, your eyes angered. “Rei wouldn’t do that to me and I don’t appreciate you coming over here giving me this bullshit,” you hiss. “Why would you think that poorly of him?”

“First of all, it’s not bullshit,” Keigo sternly replies. “I’m telling you the truth. Rumi and Dabi even–”

“And why do you think I’m not worthy of a good relationship?” you ask, sounding absolutely hurt. Keigo’s stomach drops. That isn’t at all what he thinks or how he intended to make you feel. “That’s not true!” he protests. “Baby bird, I–”

“Don’t call me that,” you hiss, visibly flinching at the nickname.

He falters, his feathers drooping sadly at your reaction to the name he’s been giving you as old as time itself. “Y/N,” he corrects himself, your name tasting sour on his tongue in this scenario. “I only want you to be happy, and though I highly dislike Rei, I would be overjoyed if he was a good guy for you, but he’s not. I know he can’t make you happy the way you deserve to be.”

You scoff in response at his words, making him flinch. “What, and you can?” you harshly chuckle. “Is that what you’re here for? To sweep me off my feet as if you don’t have a girl already?” You shake your head in disbelief at him, like you can’t believe he even exists. “I can’t believe you, Keigo. You really think everyone is just for the taking, don’t you? You’re so selfish.”

If the cutting edge of your tone does not skin Keigo’s heart, it’s your words. They are beyond hurtful. They take him and transform him into something that he isn’t: a backstabbing, self-serving asshole whose only mission is to get you all to himself. He can’t believe you really see him as that. “Are you bein’ serious right now?” he weakly asks, squinting at you.

But you’re on a roll, too irate to see the hurt in his eyes. “You have no regard for anyone else’s feelings but your own. You just do what makes you feel good; fuck everyone else. It’s all about Hawks.” You motion toward him with your hand, your smirk hard and humorless. “I know Rei isn’t your ideal vision of a partner for me, but you’re mistaken if you think you’re one too.”

Keigo staggers back a bit as if you’ve stabbed him. And you did because that one hurt. Not only do you think that he’s a horrible friend but that he’d also be a horrible partner. You think he is scum.

And maybe he just might be, but he would never ever tell you all of this for selfish reasons. And he certainly wouldn’t try to split you up with someone if he knew they were right for you. But you don’t seem to understand any of that, and after years of being friends, that cuts him deep.

He stares at you for a moment, wondering if he should make any of this known, but your glare tells him that you’re not willing to reason.

“Wow, okay,” he scoffs, irritation flooding him at your refusal to see the truth that is right in front of you. “You know what? Forget it. I came all the way over here not to steal you away from Rei, but to help you understand that you deserve so much better than that flashy asshole. But if you’re okay with bein’ used as a publicity stunt, then that’s fine by me. If you don’t realize that everything I do is to show you how much I love you, then I don’t know when you will.”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he realizes the mistake he made. You must realize it too because your next question makes the tension in the air much thicker: “Does that include fucking me?” you curtly ask.

Keigo stares you down, trying to weigh his options here. “That was a mistake,” he sighs heavily.

“Was it really?” you ask, sounding rather timid and as if his response hurt you. The way you wrap your arms around yourself makes it seem as if you’re soothing yourself, giving yourself the comfort you won’t allow Keigo to give you. He heaves a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “YN, please,” he practically begs. “Let’s just talk about this.”

But you’re done with the situation, already turning to go back inside. “Just leave,” you tiredly say. “I don’t wanna talk to you right now. Just go home, alright?” Before he can say anything more, you’re closing the door in his face, shutting him completely out of your life.

He stands there for a moment, realizing the gravity of what just happened. He lost you, his best friend. The only woman he loves. “Fuck,” he growls lowly.

Then again, louder this time, a scream ripping from the deepest depths of his frustration: “Fuck!” He doesn’t care if anyone hears. For all he cares, they can sit down and have a front-row view of this tragedy.

He can’t believe he fucked up this bad. Now you don't even want to see him. What if this is it? He feels that it is. As soon as you closed that door, you ended your friendship and cut him out of your life. He wants to knock again and apologize, take it all back, but he knows that you’d never look at him the same way. He will forever be the jealous asshole who tried to break you and Rei up with a lie.

And for your sake, he hopes that this is all just a misunderstanding and something he is throwing out of proportion. For your feelings and that heart of yours, he hopes that Rei is a good man to you.

He goes home, feeling like the whole world is crashing down around him. But when he enters the lobby to go up to his penthouse, he doesn’t expect to find a certain pink-haired woman standing at the front desk in a white top, a flowery mini skirt, and heels.

Recognizing her immediately, he scowls confusedly at her, his heart lurching into his throat. “Sakura?” he asks.

She jumps and turns around, looking at him like she was just caught with her hand in the cookie jar. They stand in silence for a moment, both trying to decide what to say and when to say it. Sakura goes first, clearing her throat. “Hi,” she timidly says, adverting her gaze.

“Hey,” Keigo replies, still confused. “What are you doin’ here?”

Sakura clutches the strap to her tote bag to her stomach, looking nervous. “I wanted to talk to you in person,” she sighs, peering up at him with regretful eyes. “I’m sorry about what happened last Friday. I had completely jumped to conclusions and didn’t take your workload or career into account.” Her bottom lip begins to wobble, indicating her true feelings. “I’ve just been missing us.”

Keigo withers seeing her look so down, feeling shitty for how Friday night ended. Even shittier for his feelings for you. “I’m sorry, too,” he softly says. “I didn’t mean to hurt you that night. I’ve just been dealin’ with a lot; most of which I don’t wanna worry you with.” He steps towards her, gently taking her hand into his. “I’m sorry I’ve been so distant. You deserve so much better than that.”

And he does. She deserves the world, as sweet of a girl she is. Why she is back here for someone like him, he has no idea, but if you can make it work with Rei again, then he can make it work with her….right?

‘No,’ his conscious tells him. ‘Because Y/N told Rei the truth. Like an asshole, you still haven’t done that yet.’

“I’ve been missing us too,” he sighs. “But I don’t want us to be together if you don’t know the truth.”

Sakura’s face grows wary, meaning she’s already getting a bad feeling about this. “About what?” she softly asks. The worry in her eyes pains him. Even now, she is still concerned about his wellbeing. He squeezes her hand, already leading her to the lobby exit. “C’mon, let’s take a walk. I’m not likin’ all of these eyes.”

Really, there isn’t anyone watching and he knows he’s being paranoid, but he’d prefer this conversation away from the lobby and somewhere more private.

So he takes her outside and walks her over to the fountain bubbling in the middle of the valet parking lot. It is empty and no vehicles are pulling up due to it being so late in the night. Keigo feels somewhat calmer standing by the fountain, the cool spritz of water gently caressing his skin. All he hears is the water and his blood rushing into his ears.

“Is everything okay?” Sakura asks, her brows furrowed in concern. He drops their hands and puts his own in his pocket. “Actually, no, Sakura; everything’s not okay.” His body begins to grow hot and his heart hammers against his chest. He wants to bolt, but he refuses to. He needs to be an adult. He needs to be a good partner, even if she refuses to see him after this.

“What’s this about?” Sakura asks, sounding even more worried than before. Keigo keeps his eyes on hers, refusing to look away from her. “I’m so sorry, Sakura,” he sighs. “I’m so sorry for everything. You deserve none of this. You’re such an amazing woman…way too amazing for me.” Guilt and shame begin to eat him up on the inside, even worse than how he was feeling before.

“What do you mean?” she asks, blinking those big, blue eyes at him. She goes to hold his hands again, taking each of them into her own. ‘I’m here,’ she silently says. ‘You can tell me.’

He licks his lips, lubricating them as his nerves start to get the best of him. “I haven’t been the man that you deserve for such a long time now. You deserve someone who is going to love you for every amazing part of you. As intelligent, sweet, and beautiful as you are, I’ve refused to appreciate any of that…and there’s a reason for that.”

He hangs his head in shame, staring at Sakura’s hands encased in his. A lump begins to grow in his throat the more he tries to push the truth out. “The reason is because…because…”

“Because you’re in love with Y/N,” Sakura finishes.

Keigo pauses, his eyes widening in awe. It’s like a record scratches. Sakura just blankly stares at him, no amount of anger or hurt in her face. “I….what?” he dumbly asks. “H-How did you–“

“It was kinda obvious, Keigo,” Sakura states, but not unkindly. More matter-of-factly than anything. “I’ve known for a while now, but I just never wanted to say anything. You’ve always had a different relationship with her than you have with your other friends.”

She looks down at her pretty heels that she probably slipped on tonight just for him. “Plus, I wanted to try again with you because I did see myself being with you.”

As if Keigo couldn't feel worse. The fact that she knew about his feelings for you the entire time, never mind why she didn't say anything, crushes him. He should’ve told her straight up a long time ago.

“I’m so sorry, Sakura,” he defeatedly says. “I’m sorry I didn’t discuss this with you sooner. I guess, more than anything, I just didn’t want to acknowledge how I felt.” He pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts and then dives right into delivering the horrible truth to her.

“The truth is after Fatgum’s wedding, I made a horrible mistake,” he begins, making sure to breathe as he does. If he doesn’t, he's sure to pass out from his nerves. “I just got so drunk and…” He bites his lower lip, his mind racing, telling him to stop. But he can’t. He can’t avoid this anymore. “I-I had sex with Y/N,” he blurts.

He expects Sakura to cry or even hit him, but she does neither. He can see the hurt in her eyes though and that tears him apart. “It was a horrible, horrible mistake and I’m so sorry for not telling you sooner. I just didn’t know how and I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He turns away to hide his face, feeling tears prick his eyes. He feels terrible like he doesn't want to be in his own body. He knows for sure that Sakura will want nothing to do with him now. And why would she? Someone as sweet and as amazing as her doesn’t deserve someone who is desperately in love with his own best friend.

“I need to tell you something too,” she sighs. He turns to face her again, noticing the guilt that is evident on her face. “I-I’ve also fallen for someone else,” she softly stutters. “After I got sick at the wedding, Snipe gave me his number when he came to my aid and I just couldn’t seem to get him out of my mind.”

Keigo’s mind traces back to the wedding when Sakura told him about the Ginger Ale his fellow pro gave her. “Wait, Snipe?” he asks, stunned. “You like Snipe?”

Pink similar to her hair shade coats Sakura’s cheeks. “After you and I had the fight at your apartment, we went on one date, I went back to his place, and we kissed, but I couldn’t go through with anything more. There was a part of me that felt horrible for treating you like that.” She looks down at her shoes, flattening her lips into a thin line.

Now he knows that they could never be together again, not when Keigo is still hung up on you. As long as he feels these romantic feelings for you, there is no way he can be with anyone else. He was kidding himself thinking that he could.

“No,” he reassures Sakura. “You don’t have to feel bad for me, honey. I deserve to be treated even worse for doing you so bad. You deserve much more and better.”

Sakura looks up into his eyes and he stares into hers. In the two twin pools of blue like the purest water, he sees no resentment, anger, or ice. Only hurt for what they could’ve been. Keigo can’t resist taking her into his arms and hugging her to his body. She hugs him back, hanging onto him tightly. “And I happen to know that Snipe is flyin’ solo for the Gala event,” he whispers.

Sakura shakily laughs into his chest, indicating that she’s crying. Keigo can feel his own tears dawning on him. He’d almost prefer she scream at him instead of hug him back. To him, to receive such tenderness after doing her so dirty feels worse than a slap in the face and being called an asshole.

Slowly, she pulls away and dabs at her cheeks. “I’ll make you a deal then,” she says, piquing his interest. “I’ll call Snipe tonight and ask if out again if you tell Y/N how you feel by the end of the Gala.” She presses a hand to his heart, a kind smile on her pretty face. “Don’t let her pass you by, Keigo.”

He doesn't tell her that you’re probably done with him. He doesn’t tell her that he has no plans to pursue you. All he does his smile and covers her hand with his. “I won’t,” he promises. “Thank you, Sakura.”

Sakura then stands up on her toes and presses a soft, sticky kiss to his cheek. A kiss goodbye. “Go get her, tiger,” she whispers before walking off to her car, her heels clicking behind her and her pink curls bouncing. He watches her go, standing by the fountain even after Sakura pulls off, waving at him as she does.

And in the back of his mind, there you stay. Damn you.

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