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college art donaldson !!!

maybe something about him , tashi , reader , and patrick all being in a friend group at while in college. maybe patrick comes down to visit tashi and suggest an idea where they drive down to the beach and rent a beach house for a few days or something. while they’re there tashi and patrick start arguing leaving reader and patrick alone.

change whatever if u need to but js anything with college art , please !!

so i took a million years and definitely wrote too much but. finally. FINALLY. thank you sm for this request, i hope you like it :)

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beach trip

pairing: art donaldson (challengers, 2024) / afab reader [gender not specified]

word count: 3.9K

warnings & info: 18+, afab reader, NOT beta read lol (but nothing of mine ever is), college era art my love, friends to lovers, art and reader swim in their underwear lol, reader wears a bra, reader likes swimming, first time together, oral sex (reader receiving), p in v sex, safe sex (condom moment), art is a munch

summary: A group beach weekend sounded great- until Tashi and Patrick spent the whole drive bickering and the whole first night moments from pouncing on each other. Looks like you and Art will have to keep each other company.

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“Don’t let him scare you, he’s shit at board games. And card games. Just like he’s shit at tennis.”

You just blinked, eyes darting to Patrick to see how he’d react to Tashi’s dig. The nervous laugh to your left let you know Art was just as unsure as you were.

When Patrick had come to visit Tashi and suggested all four of you take a trip to a rental beach house, you knew being in close quarters with the both of them for a full 3 days would be interesting, at the least. You weren’t about to pass up on the beach trip, though- not when Patrick was covering the rent.

What you didn’t know was that they would be argue-flirting the entire way there, and every moment since you’d all arrived. It made sense, though- between Tashi rooming with you, Patrick not having a room since he wasn’t a Stanford student, and his long stretches between visits, they hadn’t had any time alone in a little over 2 months.

Their flirting was always a little angry- little jabs and remarks that would have made you wince if you were the target. For them, it just made the other’s eyes linger on their partner's lips for a little too long.

Patrick licked his lips before he responded. “Do you ever talk about anything else?” He asked, a lazy half smile on his face.

Tashi’s comeback was almost immediate: “Not like you give me anything else to talk about.” She leaned back on her hands, eyes raking over him from top to bottom.

Patrick seemed to enjoy the scrutiny. He leaned forward, that lazy smirk changing into a playful grin. “Yeah? I got something I could give you right now.”

Alright. That was your sign to go.

When you turned to Art, brows raised, he was already looking at you. You glanced from him to the door and back. You knew Patrick and Tashi would be on each other any second now, whether you two left or not, and you really didn’t want to get caught up in it.

Art nodded.

Your “I think I’m gonna call it a night” and Art’s “Uh, me too” fell on deaf ears as you two scrambled out of the room. Art had barely shut the door behind himself before you could hear those two pounce on each other, the board game you’d been playing definitely scattered and forgotten.

It made you snicker, like a middle school boy. One glance at Art and he was laughing too, a hand over his mouth, his red stanford baseball cap the only thing keeping his hair from falling into his eyes as he shook.

More noises from the room- a crash, then the dull thud of something falling to the carpet. You winced through your grin, then made your way down the hall toward the front porch, beckoning Art to follow you.

Outside, you placed your arms on the railing, leaning entirely on the rickety wood. In the cool night air, you couldn’t hear your roommate and her boyfriend getting it on like animals. You didn’t blame them, even if the angry flirting style wasn’t for you. If you had a partner who was always away, you knew you’d jump on them the moment they were in sight.

You glanced over as Art joined you, mimicking your posture. You knew there was a point, early freshman year, when he’d liked Tashi. It was hard to ignore how his smile dropped when he’d watch Patrick and Tashi reunite, thinking no one was watching. And you always recognized how lost he looked when he stared at her while the three of you had lunch- after all, you looked at him the same way.

Recently, though- over the year and a half you’d known the three of them- he was easing up on it. His smiles lingered long after he thought everyone had looked away. He didn’t even notice when Tashi walked into the cafeteria until you waved her down to sit with you guys. And now, next to you, he was grinning at their antics instead of grimacing.

He seemed to be over it. If only you could be so lucky.

“Like… animals,” Art said, glancing over at you. You were caught so off guard, you didn’t even remember to pretend you hadn’t been staring.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking!” You laughed, grinning. “They definitely needed that. Did you hear them in the back of the car on the way down here?”

Art groaned. “Oh my god, I thought they were gonna go at it right there.” He brought his voice an octave higher, lifting his chin in an imitation of Tashi that could’ve also passed for royalty- what was the difference, really. “‘You eat like shit. No wonder you play the same.’”

Immediately, you dropped your voice, giving him a coy side smirk and raising one eyebrow. “‘I’ll tell you what I’d rather eat.’”

The two of you doubled over, howling in laughter. Then, another crash from inside. Escaping them was going to be harder than you thought.

“You wanna head down to the water?” Art asked.

“Sure,” you said, smiling wide when he gave you a mock bow and let you lead the way.

The roar of the waves was comforting as you got closer, sand covering your bare feet- neither of you remembered to grab shoes- and the salty air filling your nose. The walk was silent, and the few minutes you spent standing at the edge of the ocean was, too. You watched it reach out toward you, then retreat back into the glittering blue-black. At some point, you closed your eyes.

“I’ve never swam in the ocean.”

Your eyes snapped open. Art was still looking out at the water, head tilted like an inquisitive puppy. The wind fought to ruffle the few curls that peaked out from under his hat. “Never?” You asked.

Art shook his head. “We didn’t really go when I was a kid, and I was way too scared, anyway. Then when I went with friends it was more about beach volleyball and drinking than actually swimming.” He looked over at you, then laughed. “I’m guessing from your face right now, you must love swimming in the ocean.”

You closed your mouth, which you hadn’t realized had fallen open, and shook your head. “Do I?” His incredulous head shake made you smile. A beat of silence. “Are you still scared of it?”

He took a moment to answer, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Then he shrugged. “I don’t know. Not too scared to try, I guess.”

“Alright, wanna try?”

Art just tilted his head at you. You gestured toward your clothes, then the ocean, then to him. You could see it in his face when he caught on. “I’m not going in alone.”

You only took a second to think about it before you were tugging your t-shirt off and tossing it on the sand between you two. Your shorts came soon after. You already had one foot in the water when Art called your name, laughing so hard he could barely say it.

You shrieked at the cold as it hit your stomach, then sunk down to your shoulders, getting the shock over with all together. When you turned back toward the sand, you saw a shirtless Art running toward you in his boxers, moonlight tracing his chest and shoulders. He still had that fucking hat on. It made you grin.

He didn’t shriek when he hit the water, but he did take a lengthy inhale. You watched as he held his nose, screwed his eyes shut, and dunked himself up to his head. His hat bobbed just above the surface, and you picked it up and put it on yourself.

When he came back up, he shook his head, wet hair sending droplets flying. Art grinned, wiping water from his eyes and pointing at the hat on your head. “Thief.”

You rolled your eyes. “Next time I’ll just let it float away then, idiot.” It only made him grin harder. You waved your arms back and forth through the water, the cold easier to ignore when you moved. “So?”

“Hm?”

“Still scared?”

Again, he thought about it for a moment. “No, actually. I think I’m okay.”

You hummed, bringing a finger to your chin in mock deep thought. “What if there are sharks? I think you should be scared of sharks, probably.”

“Nah.” Art shook his head. “The sharks should be afraid of me. I’m the scariest thing here.” He lifted his arms out of the water to flex comically, chin lifted in comical pride.

You laughed, splashing him, making him yelp. “Okay, sure, macho man.”

“What, don’t believe me?”

You shrugged, a smirk tugging at your lips.

Before you knew it, Art had his arms around your middle, lifting you and dunking you in the water back first, like a baptism. You had all of two seconds to scream, then shut your eyes and mouth. He let you up immediately, wading away from you and toward the sand as you resurfaced, spluttering.

“Donaldson!” you shouted, though your serious tone was undermined by your beaming face. Somehow, his hat stayed on your head.

He’d gotten a little ways away from you, but you still had the advantage- you swam in the ocean every chance you got.

You surged toward him, biting back a cackle as his eyes widened in fear. You grabbed his shoulders, pushing off him and shoving him under the waves. He stayed under for a second- then two, then three, until you vaguely started to worry- before jumping out in front of you, wrapping his arms around your torso and making you all but scream.

“Holy shit!” You were giggling, wrapping your arms around Art’s neck for stability. “Isn’t it fun in here? You’ve been missing out.”

He didn’t respond for a moment, so you met his eyes. You hadn’t realized how close you were. It seemed like the realization was hitting him, too, as his eyes scanned your face. He glanced from your eyes to your lips and back. Despite the breeze and the water, your skin was suddenly very warm. You could feel every point where his body touched yours.

You knew what was happening- you could sense it. At least, you were pretty sure you knew. It’s the only thing that could come next, right?

… Maybe you were reading it wrong.

You hesitated. Then, suddenly, “God, it’s cold,” and you kicked off of him to dunk yourself in the water one more time, resurfacing a couple steps away and wading onto shore. When you looked back at him, you could almost convince yourself that the same disappointment that filled your chest was written on his face. “Come on!” You called cheerfully, and Art started after you, replacing the look with an amused smile.

You both put your clothes back on, if only to shield yourselves from some of the breeze on the short walk back. You were both silent as you neared the house, as you walked down the halls. Neither of you even remarked on how Tashi and Patrick had finally gone silent. When Art got to his door and stopped, though, you turned to him.

“Goodnight,” you said, willing your voice to sound less defeated than you felt. Your hands fiddled with the hem of your soaked shirt.

Art nodded. That look was back in his eyes, the one that looked just how you felt. “Goodnight.”

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The shower was much needed and very welcomed. You took your time getting sand off of you as best as you could, working the water into your hair (you’d wash it tomorrow- you weren’t going through that whole workout this late). When you stepped out of the hot water, toweling yourself off, your eyes caught on the red Stanford baseball cap on the sink counter. You bit your lip and walked past it, into the connecting bedroom you were calling yours for the weekend.

Pajamas on, you sat at the edge of your bed, scrunching your hair mostly dry with a spare t-shirt you’d packed just for that. The crash of the ocean enveloped you through the open window.

You thought about it. About his arms around you and his chest against yours. About the way he’d looked at you and you’d known exactly what he was going to do. About his face when you’d second guessed yourself and ran away.

Fuck. Why did you run away?

When you got up and walked to the door, you grabbed the hat from the bathroom counter. You told yourself you were only going to return it, but something in the back of your mind laughed at your excuse.

You had just gotten to the door, lifting a hesitant hand to knock, when it swung open and you were met with a flushed, freshly showered, boxers-and-t-shirt clad Art Donaldson.

The two of you stared for a moment. You didn’t see the disappointment in his eyes anymore, but there was still something there. You were sure it was on your face, too.

You cleared your throat. “Hat,” you said, intelligently.

Art glanced at the hat in your slightly raised hand, then nodded. His eyes came back up to meet yours, then darted down to your lips. He opened his mouth and hesitated. “Do you wanna-”

You pushed forward, pressing your lips to his for just a moment, before pulling back, searching his eyes. He didn’t give you too long to think about what you’d just done, his hands flying to your waist, pulling you back toward him and kissing you again. Hard.

Art yanked you into the room, and you dropped the hat, the door shutting as he pushed you up against it. His hands found their way under your sleep shirt, settling on your bare waist, and one of yours cupped his cheek while the other thread through his hair. You tugged gently at the curls, and he sighed your name into your mouth.

You pulled back just long enough to murmur, “Bed?”

He obliged, grabbing your hand to lead you to the corner bed. His rental room was similar to yours, save for a warm, dull bedside lamp on, barely illuminating the room.

You both crawled onto the bed on your knees, leaning forward to pick up where you’d left. Art’s hands played with the hem of your shirt and you helped him lift it off of you. His shirt went next. He cupped your breasts tentatively, thumbs brushing over your nipples, his face watching yours like he wanted to see if he was doing this right. You pulled him back in for another kiss and bit his lip. He groaned.

“Lay back,” he murmured against your mouth.

You did as told, scooting up the bed and falling into his pillows. They smelled mostly of the air freshener the owner of the beach house had doused it with, but the vague hint of Art’s cologne permeated the room.

He kissed you again, holding himself up over you. He placed kisses down your neck, your shoulders, your collarbone. As one of his hands came to rest between your legs, pressing against you between your pants and underwear, he placed his mouth on one of your nipples. He bit at it gently, sucking immediately to make up for the hurt and moving his hand against you. Your breath stuttered and grew heavy, lips parting, as he moved to your other nipple.

Art pressed a kiss to your stomach next, trailing lower, eyes closed. You watched as he murmured against your skin, “You don’t know how fucking long I’ve wanted this.”

“Yeah?” ‘Sex with me or eating me out specifically?’ you wanted to ask. Instead, you bit your lip and watched him hook his fingers into the waistband of your pants and underwear, pulling them down together and tossing them on the floor. He pressed alternating kisses to each of your thighs, inching closer and closer. You could barely hear your voice when you asked, “Why didn’t you do anything?”

A shiver ran through you, partially from the vulnerability and cool air, partially from the way Art was looking at you- reverent. Devout. “I couldn’t imagine I’d be lucky enough.”

You wanted to say something back- something clever and sweet to let him know just how easily he could have had you- but his mouth was on you in less than a second, and all that you could do was let out an odd cross between a huff and a whine.

His tongue pressed flat against you- eager, almost desperate, like you were an oasis in the desert. His nose bumped your clit as he bobbed his head, switching between long strokes and focusing on sucking your clit. “Shit,” you whispered, your hand threading through his hair. He fell into a rhythm, the consistent vulgar noises of his mouth against you filling the room alongside your gasps and whines.

When his tongue pushed into you, your eyes screwed shut. “Fuck, Art,” you said, barely gripping his hair and faintly hoping that it wasn’t painful for him. He only whined at his name, a desperate noise, and pushed his face impossibly deeper. “I’ll- I’ll come if you keep-” You cut yourself off with a groan.

Art pulled back just enough to say, “I want you to. Please, let me taste it.” Immediately, his mouth was back on you, like he couldn’t keep himself away for long. You would’ve playfully chided him for being so filthy had you not been busy gripping his hair and letting curses fly.

You let your head fall back, hips rolling on their own accord, and he only adapted and let you ride his face and bring yourself to the edge. You came with a loud cry, thighs pressing in on his head, back lifting just slightly off the bed. Art didn’t back off as your high subsided, continuing until you’d come down and were laying there, panting.

You pushed yourself up to a sitting position, then pulled Art back up onto the bed. His eyes were glossy, much like the majority of his face, covered in you and his own spit. You put your hands on his cheeks, ignoring the sticky feeling and pulling him in for a rough kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

One of your hands wandered, trailing down his chest and coming to rest at the front of his boxers, palming him. He groaned.

“I wanna fuck you,” you said, pulling away to look him in the eye.

Art huffed a laugh. “You can’t say that to me. I’m not gonna last at all.”

That caught you off guard, and you laughed. “What?”

He shrugged coyly, almost smug as if his cheeks weren’t still flushed and glistening from his time spent between your legs. “I’m, like, halfway there already.”

Just from eating you out and a little petting? That was… surprisingly hot.

You told him as much, relishing in how deeply he flushed and how widely he grinned. You made him lie back on the bed. “Condoms?” You asked.

He nodded toward his bedside, to the backpack leaning against the nightstand. You raised an eyebrow at him before leaning off the bed to grab one. All he offered you was a shy smile.

You kissed his chest, making your way down to his waistband, and he watched, propped up on his elbows, like he was sure if he took his eyes off you you’d disappear. When you pulled down his boxers and tossed them aside, you wasted no time ripping the condom wrapper open and rolling it on.

Getting up on your knees, you hovered over him and lined your hips up with his. You gave him a quick glance. “This okay?”

He nodded, eagerly, and you could’ve broken at the sight. You sank onto him, gasping slightly at the sensation. Art watched your face, open mouthed, eyes never leaving yours. You almost wanted to look away, but the intensity was riveting.

With him now fully in you, you gave yourself a moment to adjust, hands settling on his chest as he gripped your thighs. You gave your hips an experimental push forward.

Art let out a groan that sounded somewhat like “Fuck” and “Ugh” put together. You repeated the motion, your mouth opening softly as you watched his eyes flutter open and shut. It was like he was struggling between giving into the feeling and watching you.

You increased your pace, head falling forward as you lifted your hips with each push. Art’s hands moved to grip your ass, eyes focused on you, little pants and whimpers escaping him as you moved. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured. You would’ve responded in kind, but he bucked his hips moments after and your head fell back with a moan.

With your hands now supporting you from behind, gripping the sheets, you rolled your hips with each lift. Art let out a particularly pathetic whine, and you grinned through your heavy breathing, gazing at him with heavily lidded eyes. “Close?” He nodded, his expression so desperate that you were sure he was right on the edge. You could feel yourself right behind him. “Cum for me then,” you panted.

Art groaned, one hand moving to press sloppy circles against your clit. You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, wanting to see his face as his orgasm hit him. His eyebrows were furrowed, lips parted as he panted and he whimpered. When his orgasm came, his eyes shut and he cried out, gripping you tightly and continuing to rub your clit, hips bucking into you involuntarily. You were only a second behind, “Fuck, Art!” the only thing you could say before your hips stuttered and your second orgasm washed over you.

Slowly, you came to a stop, panting and barely keeping yourself up. Your head was light, and you couldn’t wipe an exhausted smile off your face. When you finally felt like your arms wouldn’t give out, you lifted yourself off of him, collapsing on the bed between him and the wall, catching your breath.

Art removed the condom, tying it off and throwing it in the trash before turning to face you. His breathing was much more regular, but his chest still heaved. “...Fuck,” he said.

And you laughed, one arm over your eyes, the other clutching your stomach. “Yeah?”

He was grinning at you when your arm moved off your eyes, then leaning in, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, your collar bone, your cheek. “Yeah,” he murmured. Silence fell over you both as you watched him intertwine your fingers and stare at them. His lip twitched, like he was working up the courage to say something. “I meant it, you know. I wanted this- you- I’ve liked you for… a while.”

You hummed, now suddenly also very interested in your intertwined fingers. “‘Liked,’ past tense? All done now?”

He rolled his eyes. “No, dumb-ass.” You smacked his arm, glancing up to find him looking at you now. “Like. Still. And probably will for a while.”

You felt your face warm. You kissed him. “I like you, too. Still do. Will for a while, etcetera.”

“Thank fucking god,” he said, and you couldn’t help but snort a laugh. When Art kissed you again, you could feel his smile against your lips, and you were sure he could feel yours.

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ghoul-bonez · 1 year

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~You Are at Peace~

(Sully Family x Fem! Reader)

Summary: Adapting to your new life was hard, but you will get through this.

Word count: 3k

Author’s note: A Lover, Not a Fighter Pt. 3 everyone cheer! ALSO I have no idea how tumblr works so if I like reblog something or something formats stupid please tell me how to fix it 😭

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You Are at Peace

Eventually after flying long enough you made it to the ocean. It was beautiful, and you were sure you could learn to love it with time, but right now you loathed it. You didn’t want to be there, and you never would. You will never love it like you love the forest.

Even though you will never love the ocean like the forest you will have to adapt to love it in its own way. You will have to adapt. Adapt to your new surroundings, the Metkayina people’s ways of life, their traditions and foods. You will have to change, and that scares you.

Even though you know you will struggle to adapt, you know it will be harder for your wife, Neytiri. Even though you are rigid in your ways you were more flexible than her. You could take a change, you could change with it, but she struggled. It took her longer to change, to adapt.

You predict Jake will have no troubles with adapting. He never has. He went from being a human to a Na’vi, an Omatikaya. Then he had easily slid into being Toruk Makto and the Olo’eyktan roll. Although he is stubborn he changes like the tides in the ocean, easily, giving and taking from the things he already knows.

It relieves you that your children are still young and flexible. They loved the forest, their home, but they were willing to learn new things. Curiosity is on their side, wanting to know about everything around them. You can not see the future so you hope they will love it here, or at least like it. Like it enough to call it their home, unlike you will never be able to do.

The Metkayina people won’t be so accepting of your presence, your intrusion. They will not understand you, as you will not understand them. They will see you as outsiders, people who don’t belong. If they don't like you or Neytiri they certainly won’t like Jake or your children. They will see them as aliens, even Neteyam and Tuk, who have the same hands as you and them.

You were worried they wouldn’t let you stay, for many reasons. You were refugees of war, fleeing a dangerous killer. If Quaritch found you he would target them too, bringing more war and violence. Jake and the children had that same demon blood flowing through them, the people would fear them, hate them, not allow you to stay.

As you thought Tuk, who was with you again after a few stops, tugged on your arm, “Mama, we’re here!” She cheered as you passed a rocky formation with lots of little pools of water on it.

You couldn't help but be enamored by the formation, it was something you had never seen before. You looked around more and ahead of you was the main island. It was surrounded by trees, the roots were what their homes were built on, hanging over the water.

It was beautiful, but not what you were used to, not home.

Jake led the way, circling the beach before landing on it, followed by everyone else. The landing was rough, your ikran not used to the sand, but you settled her quickly.

You hopped off before helping Tuk off, immediately picking her up, holding her in your arms. You weren’t sure if it was to calm her or yourself.

Neytiri was very obviously unhappy as she aggressively grabbed her bow out of its holder on her ikran, and when Jake noticed he shook his head at her, muttering, “Hey, leave it.”

“Tuk,” Neytiri cood at the girl in your arms, so you let her down and she ran to Neytiri, holding onto her hand tightly. You followed quickly after, holding onto Tuk’s other hand.

You were just as unsure as Neytiri, but you tried just a little harder to hold it, tried to be civil with the new people, not glaring at them like her.

Jake warned you and Neytiri, but the warning was mostly for the more hostile of the both of you, “Be nice.”

Tuk looked up at you, then Neytiri, asking, “Who… Who are they?” She must be so scared. These people were so different, they looked different and sounded different. It was a lot for you to take in so you could only imagine how the eight year old was feeling.

You squeezed her hand in reassurance, “It’s okay, Tuk Tuk.”

Neytiri spoke calmly, “Be nice.” she warned your kids, just like Jake had her.

You felt the need to parrot them and so you did, “Be nice, everyone.” You looked over to Lo’ak specifically.

Jake approached the crowd with his hands out, a sign of peace, he meant to harm.

People whispered around you, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying, putting you on edge. There was some part of you that was happy you couldn’t hear them, not worried about defending yourself against their words.

You felt the unease about them, and your family, so you looked over everyone again, making sure everyone was okay and intact. Everyone was okay, everyone was there. You were in this together.

Kiri wrapped her shawl around her tighter, and you took that as a sign to walk over to her, pulling her into your side, “It will be okay, ma ‘ite.”

Then the crowd parted and two boys walked to the front. They seemed to be around your oldest three’s age. Maybe they could all be friends, but the look on the boy’s faces said otherwise. Neteyam and Lo’ak greeted them first as they seemed focused on your two, their hands meeting their forehead then extending down, but the Metkayina boys just snickered.

Jake could sense the rising emotions and tried to defuse your boys, “Easy, just be cool.”

The strange new boys circled Neteyam and Lo’ak, “Look, what is that? Is that supposed to be a tail?” The shorter boy asked, laughing in their faces.

You were grateful and watched as Lo’ak’s attention was pulled away from them, becoming interested in a girl who was approaching from the water. You were relieved she had caught his attention before he had started something, but you also couldn’t help but smile at the dumb look on his face, you knew that look, and it seemed Neteyamm did as well because of his little giggle at his brother.

“It’s too small.” The boys continued talking about your tails, “How are they supposed to swim?”

How were you supposed to swim? It had to be different for them, just like walking, and it wasn’t for you. You for one hated the water and had never learned to swim, but you guess you’re going to have to learn soon. A little sooner than you would like though.

“Do not.” The girl Lo’ak had been looking at scolded them, sighing and giving you a smile.

You then zoned back in on your mates in front of you, they were watching someone fly in on some creature you had never seen before. He flew above you, and you instinctively ducked down a little, your heart jumping up your throat.

Then he landed, the animal swimming the rest of the way, where he hopped off of it, walking right towards you. This must be the Olo’eyktan. You couldn’t help but wonder where the Tsahik was.

Jake greeted the man, confirming your suspicion of the man’s role in the clan, his fingers met his forehead before swooping down, "I see you, Tonowari.”

“Jakesully.” He greeted back simply.

You and Neytiri went to greet him as well, the rest of your family following you and greeting him wordlessly with the hand gesture.

Then a woman approached, parting the sea of people like the boys earlier, but unlike the boys, you were afraid of her. An air of confidence hung around her. She was dangerous, the danger of being told no. Of being turned away.

Jake greeted her too, “I see you, Ronal, Tsahik of the Metkayina.” So she was the Tsahik. She definitely had the aura of a strong leader, probably more in charge than the Olo’eyktan himself.

“I see you, Ronal.” Neytiri spoke too, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, simply nodding at her respectfully.

Tonowari drug his attention away from his mate, looking to Jake and speaking to him, “Why do you come to us, Jakesully?”

Jake was hesitant as he spoke, fear on display to you, but nobody else would be able to tell, “We seek uturu.”

Ronal almost looked offended, gasping, “Uturu?”

Jake just nodded his head, “Yes, sanctuary for my family.”

Ronal started circling you, she seemed to watch you extra as she walked around you, she probably hadn’t heard of you, not many had. You had always been a lover, not a fighter, so it would make sense. You weren't Toruk Makto who had defeated the Sky People. You weren't the future Tsahik or the clan leader’s daughter. You were just their mate, but that was enough for you.

Tonowari tried to reason with Jake, it felt like he didn’t want you there, but in reality he was probably trying to understand better, “We are reef people. You are forest people. Your skills will mean nothing here.”

“Well, we will learn your ways. Am I right?” Jake tried to convince him, looking at the rest of your family who muttered staggered “yes”s.

Ronal grabbed Neytiri’s tail, rolling it in her grasp, before letting it go. Then she grabbed Tuk’s arm and you had to remember to stay calm, “Their arms are thin.”

“Mama!” Tuk was scared as she rushed over to you away from Neytiri, away from Ronal.

Ronal continued looking you over, “Their tails are weak.”

She grabbed Kiri’s who shouted, “Ow!”

“You will be slow in the water.” Then she grabbed Kiri’s hands, and your heart dropped, your worst fears coming true as she held her hand up, “These children are not even true Na’vi.”

The crowd around you gasped as they took in Kiri’s hands, and you felt your breath leave you as if they had stolen your air to create their own.

“Dad.” Kiri whispered, looking towards Jake, who stood there as sturdy as ever, keeping himself calm, “Yes we are!” Kiri protested when her dad said nothing.

Then she went to Lo’ak holding up his hand too. This was painful for you, watching the children you loved so much be bullied, picked on, by an adult. The Tsahik of the people you are trying to create peace with nonetheless.

“They have demon blood!” Ronal spoke strongly. She was unwavering, stronger than you right now. She had more power, and that showed as the crowd gasped again.

Lo’ak looked ashamed, and you could only imagine how he was really feeling. You wanted to comfort him, but you stayed in place next to Kiri.

Jake had to do something, and he had to do it fast. You looked at him, making eye contact and glaring, and he finally spoke, “Look. Look!” He held up his own hand, “Look, I was born of the Sky People, and now I am Na’vi. Alright?” Admitting to his past sins, “You can adapt. We Will adapt, okay?” he spoke confidently.

Then it was Neytiri who stepped forward, and you could feel the fear welling up in you. You were afraid to step out of line, but you knew she wasn’t, “My husband was Toruk Makto.” Jake cringed, “He led the clans to victory against the Sky People.”

Ronal scoffed right in her face, “This you call victory? Hiding among strangers. It seems Eywa has turned her back on you, chosen one.”

This set not only Neytiri off, but you as well, killing off all fear in you as you hissed strongly at the woman. Ronal looked shocked, but only for a second as she regained herself, snarling back.

Neytiri looked from you, to Jake, then back to you, but Jake was making eye contact with Tonowari, as if saying sorry before he spoke, addressing Ronal as well, “I apologize for my mate. She’s-”

You gaped at him, how dare he, “Do not apologize for me.”

Jake just continued in his apology, “Flown a long way,and she’s exhausted.” You gritted your teeth, snarling quietly at him.

“Jake.” You huffed, but he just looked at you, almost daring you to say more, but you didn’t.

Tonowari ignored the whole altercation, wanting to smooth everything over for his people, “Toruk Makto is a great war leader, all Na’vi know his story, but we Metkayina are not at war.”

Jake sighed and picked up Tuk who had called out to him. He looked exhausted, and this was the first time you noticed. He looked grated down, but he knew he couldn’t rest until his family, your family, was safe.

The Olo’eyktan spoke again, “We cannot let you bring your war here.”

“I’m done with war, okay? I just want to keep my family safe.” He cradled Tuk against him.

Neytiri added, “Uturu has been asked.”

Tuk whispered, “Do we have to go?” and you hustled over to her and Jake, taking her from him as he looked like he was about to drop her from exhaustion.

“Shh, we’ll be okay.” You reassured her.

You watched as Ronal and Tonowari looked at each other, making intense eye contact. It was like they were having a conversation without talking, one that you couldn’t understand and could never hope to. Then Ronal nodded her head, and you knew you were going to be okay, but you waited for someone to speak.

Tonowari turned to the crowd to address them, “Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us.”

That was the last thing you heard before you zoned out, relief flowing through your system. You silently prayed to Eywa, praising her, thanking her, for keeping you safe.

As relieved as you are you realize you now need to adapt. You are being forced to adapt. You would have to completely change your ways, learn a new way of life, and you weren’t happy about that, but you pushed that to the back of your mind, ignoring it for now.

You have been living by the sea for four weeks now, and although you weren’t doing the best at learning the new ways, your children were, and you were grateful for that. You were grateful they seemed to be enjoying themselves, fitting in for the most part.

For the most part everyone was nice to you, to them, but some of the other kids their age weren’t so nice. You had helped confort Kiri after being bullied, and cleaned Lo’ak up after a fight stemming from that.

You were most grateful for Tsireya. She had taken your kids under her wing, treating them as equals, even though she had more knowledge about the sea, and was teaching them about it. You had taken a liking to her, and part of that was because Lo’ak liked her so much. Possibly more than liked, but you let things play out on their own.

Jake was doing great, like you had predicted. He was learning fast and pulling his weight like he had asked your family to do. He had learned to ride a tsurak, which was impressive on its own, but he had also learned to hunt with one. He was providing for your family like he had always done.

Neytiri was having a harder time than Jake, but an easier time than you. She had stuck to helping Ronal with Tsahik duties. She had adapted to helping the others quickly, it was just like how she had helped her mom at home. You had wanted to help Ronal as well, but she had refused, saying she didn’t need help or another healer.

You were surprised how rigid you had become, not wanting to learn anything new, not wanting to touch the water, not wanting to leave your home. Neytiri had always been the less flexible one, the one more set in her ways, so why were you struggling so much?

The reason was obvious to everyone besides yourself. You were scared. You were scared of everything. You were scared of the water, that every time you entered it you would be swept away by the current and pulled into the depths. You were scared of the change, that if you changed your ways you would lose the old you. You were scared because everything you had ever known was swept out from beneath you.

Even though Ronal did not need help with Tsahik duties, or need another healer, she had been helping you learn their ways. When she was not busy she would seek you out and drag you towards the water. You had learned to swim and hold your breath, but you were still very hesitant about the ocean. She was gentle and patient with you, much nicer now than she was when you had first arrived.

When you weren’t with Ronal you were trying to busy yourself with simple tasks. You spent most of your time crafting, weaving baskets for supplies, making tops for Neytiri and Kiri, even a few for Tuk to grow into, and carving beads for Tuk’s hair and other crafts.

You were bored, but you were grateful for the break in some ways. You had space to breathe, to process. You were doing lots of processing, and you felt like you were getting nowhere because when you grasped one thing there was something new that came up.

Even though you had nothing to do, you found yourself enjoying your time. You enjoyed your alone time, and enjoyed your time with your family. You didn’t want to, but you had learned to live like this, to live in a new way.

Whenever you think about your new life a sense of calm has draped itself over you, and you are at peace.

Word Bank:

Metkayina (Ocean Na’vi)

Omatikaya (Forest Na’vi)

Toruk Makto (Rider of Last Shadow)

Olo’eyktan (Clan leader)

Ikran (Mountain Banshee)

‘Ite (Daughter)

Tsahik (Spiritual leader)

Uturu (Sanctuary)

Eywa (Na’vi goddess)

Tsurak (Skimwing)

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Enemies (Part One) | Shuntarō Chishiya x Reader

Title: Enemies (Part One)

Pairing: Shuntarō Chishiya x fem!reader

Summary: You and Chishiya always had a rocky ‘friendship’ if you would even call it that. But feels get revealed under intense pressure

Themes/Warnings: fluff, guns, season 2 spoilers

Word count: 2500sh

A/N: So unedited, will deal with it later. First ever fanfic lol so please be nice, made this in under 3 hours.

You and Chishiya always had a rocky relationship, you had arrived at The Beach after him but slowly made your way up the ranks. Becoming semi-close friends with the Hatter can do that for you. Since you were making your way up the ranks you began getting close with all the high-ranking members, you got along with most of them except for Niragi and Chishiya. Niragi because he saw you as a piece of meat and you would do all your power to get away from him and Chishiya because in you’re eyes he sees you as a weak little girl.

But your relationship with Chishiya started to change leading up to the 10 of hearts games. He would start to act nicer towards you, making sure you had arrived from your game unscathed or even trying to make conversation with you. You had to admit, it was kind of nice. But you also found this rather confusing so you went to the one person who you could get answers from Hikari Kuina.

You found Kuina sitting in the main bar at the beach, wearing her signature blue bathing suit while chewing on her dummy cigarette. ‘’Now look what the cat dragged in, how are you doing (Y/N)’’ she looked genuine when she says this but you can see a little glint in her eye. ‘’I know you and Chishiya have gotten closer in the past few months and I was wondering if I could ask a question?’’ You tried to sound as neutral as possible but Kuina could always see right through you. ‘’Let me guess, it has to do with our mutual friend Chishiya?’’ she smirked, always right on target.

‘’Yeah, why has he been checking up on me lately? It’s getting kind of weird because it’s not in his personality. Is he trying to use my connection with Hatter to get something? I mean it’s the only logical reason’’ Kuina laughed at your comment. ‘’Only logical reason! I’ll tell you this right now but you can’t repeat this to anyone, he totally has the hots for you.’’ Now it’s you bursting into laughter. ‘’Very funny Kuina, tell me the real reason why.’’. Kuina looks stunned ‘’You know I would never lie to you (Y/N)’’. Giving up on your line of question you left with a ‘’yeah whatever.’’

A few days passed, and tensions are rising within The Beach, you can feel it. Ever since Aguni has taken over from the sidelines things are going from bad to worse. Chishiya seems more in his head than usual. You were hanging out in the bar when suddenly the P.A. went off. ‘’We would like to take this opportunity to sincerely thank you for staying at Seaside Paradise, Tokyo…’’ A man with a calming voice spoke on the P.A. Everyone at the bar looked around confused as were you, then the man continues ‘’As a token of our appreciation, we will now commence a game with all 59 participants in the venue…’’ All the TV’s around the room flash with one image which gains everyone's interest. The 10 of Hearts. The Beach is a venue and it’s a 10 of hearts game? You were not looking forward to this. ‘’All participants must assemble in the lobby immediately. The rules of the game will be explained.’’ There was a feeling in your stomach that this game was gonna cause massive problems. So you and everyone else in the bar migrated into the lobby and grabbed one of the many phones on the table to register for the game.

While waiting for all the players to arrive you make eye contact with Chishiya from across the room, none of you pulls away and it was probably the first time you never felt a dislike towards him, instead it was something much different. My focus was pulled away when someone yells ‘’Momoka!’’ and there she was living lifeless on the floor with her orange and white striped bikini knife stabbed into her heart. Being a part of the games you had seen lots of death but watching it be someone who lives in the house as you and has been helping you since you arrived sets a horrible gut feeling within you. A ding rings from the phone in your hands which now gains your attention. ‘’Game, witch hunt. The murderous witch who killed this girl is hiding amongst you in plain sight. The witch role is not limited to women. To clear the game you must find the witch and burn him or her in the fire of judgement. Time limit: 2 hours.’’ Massive roars were held within the lobby and you knew things were gonna go south within seconds. As you were trying to think of a plan to do anything Chishiya carefully grabs you by the arm and walks you away from the group in the lobby without raising any suspicion. He leads you through multiple corridors and rooms before placing you in a wardrobe. ‘’Things are going to turn into shit (Y/N), stay in here and don’t the door open for anyone except me, I’ll get you when this is finished.’’ Chishiya gets up to close the door before you ask: ‘’Why are you doing this? How do you know I’m not the witch?’’.Chishiya looks at you carefully. ‘’Because I need to know that your gonna be safe, and I know your not the witch because your not the type to kill a person (Y/N).’’ He then leaves through the door and you stay in the closet. After around 10 minutes you believe this to be a good idea because you can lot of screaming and multiple gunshots.

After what seems like an hour and a half sitting in a closet listening to screams Chishiya opens the door and pulls you out of the closet. The hallways were full of smoke and dead bodies on the floor. Chishiya takes you to Kuina and you guys make your way to god knows where. ‘’Will someone please tell me what's happening? Who’s the witch? Where’s Hatter and Aguni? Where are we even going?’’ you groaned loudly while walking barefoot into the city. ‘’Everything will be explained to you soonly (Y/N)’’.

You make your way through some ground tunnels until you reach a room with loads of dead bodies and computer scenes. Then you finally explode. ‘’What the fuck is happening!? Someone explain everything to me now! I'm so confused… where are we? Where’s hatter?” Chishiya sits me down and gives it to me straight, how hatter died a few days ago and thats why aguni took over. How Asahi told everyone she was the dealer of the game, and why Momoka killed herself because she was the witch. It was very hard to listen but Chishiya sits next to me and comforts me the best way he knows how. By stroking my hair, it was really nice minus the horrible things he was telling but all that stopped when we heard footsteps coming towards the computer scenes. Arisu and Usagi walk through the darkness and Chishiya make us known to them. “So you actually found this place. I expected no less from you. Thanks to you two, I have all the numbered playing cards right here. Thank you.’’ Chishiya looks as smug as ever, you can’t help but feel a little bit more attracted to him.

Conversations were exchanged between the four of them, trying to figure out how each person got to the same place, and what even was this place. You tune yourself out of the conversation and decided to turn and sort out your conflicted feelings. Why did Chishiya save you? You don’t have anything to bring to the table, maybe a few hand-to-hand combat skills but that’s it. Why are you even having feelings for Chishiya? This was starting to get very annoying for you but your train of thought cuts out when all the screens turn on and you see Mira walk into the shot. Everyone exchanged confused glances. She goes on to explain how there are going to be new games and these games will be the ‘face’ card games. But it left all of us wondering, when will we ever get back home?

We all make our way into the centre of Tokyo trying to think about the new information Mira has given us. We look out into the streets of Tokyo and see multiple huge blimps with different kinds of face cards on them. One huge billboard with ‘Next Stage: Start’’ written on it. ‘’None of the games has started yet’’ spoke Arisu standing in the middle of the group looking so tired. ‘’Maybe we still have time’’ Usagi spoke next trying to reassure Arisu. ‘’Or they forgot to push the big red start button’’ Chishiya replied, Arisu and Usagi turned around and gave Chishiya a look, and I couldn’t help but give a chuckle. I noticed Chishiya smirk a little. ‘’They didn’t tell us about the rules for this one.’’ Signs Kuina. Everyone in the group continues to look around confused. Usagi looks like she notices something. ‘’What is it?’’ I ask with Chishiya to my right. ‘’I hear something’’ Usagi replies and looks towards the street. We all turn and watch the street with her. Multiple cars approach us, and I recognise them as Beach people. They all hop out of their cars and Arisu goes to investigate. ‘’What is this? What are you doing here?’’ He asks one of the members. The members of The Beach go on to say ‘’We saw the blimps show up, there are rumours that the next stage is starting’’. Arisu getting a little frustrated says ‘’Right… here's the thing’’ Suddenly the members of The Beach are getting shot down.

‘’A riffle, get moving,’’ Chishiya says in a weirdly calm way when people around him are dying. ‘’That thing is an anti-tank rifle. So I’d forget about hiding behind a car.’’ He tells the group. I decided to take initiative for Chishiya at this moment, I grab his arm and we follow Arisu towards some buildings. Chishiya runs ahead of me and covers me with the rifle. When the group meets behind the building Kuina asks ‘’Does this means the game started?’’ Chishiya quickly replies ‘’I don’t know’’. Kuina continues ‘’Did they give us any rules?’’ We slowly make our way around the building. ‘’Without rules this is just a massacre’’ Shouts Arisu. ‘’That rifle can kill from about a kilometre away,’’ Chishiya tells the group, he goes from covering me to holding my waist if not for the adrenaline I would assume my bodies reacting like this because of him. Different sounds now come from the gun. ‘’And now we’ve got an assault rifle.’’ Chishiya continues. We all huddle as a group and give comments about things we are witnessing and ideas on what could be happening. ‘’Maybe there are different shooters’’ Usagi speaks up, ‘’Other players are grouping up, I didn’t know there were this many players left’’ Kuina adds. ‘’There almost here!’’ Arisu shouts and backs away from the mysterious shooter. ‘’Let's go!’’ Arisu yells while taking the group back into the street. ‘’I don’t think this is a good idea Arisu!’’ I yell in hopes he can hear me but the blast from the rifle is too much. ‘’We need to split up’’ Chishiya yells and grabs me by the hand and pulls me from the group.

Chishiya and I start sprinting down the street, hands holding each other while bodies fall all around us. I trip on a rock and Chishiya is there to scoop me up from the ground and we continue running. Hands still interlocked tugging each other towards different directions. I see Kuina from a distance and drag Chishiya with me to catch up with her. Kuina looked grateful that somebody else was with her and the 3 of us crouched behind a car. Kuina looks down and see’s Chishiya and I’s hands interlocked. She gives me a knowing look and I turn around to focus on more important things like Arisu and Usagi running along the opposite side of the road trying to help somebody. I make eye contact with Arisu: ‘’Are you trying to get killed out there!’’ with that comment the gunman takes fire in our direction. I hide back behind the car. My back is up against Chishiya's torso and I can feel his breath on my neck. Kuina speaks up ‘’Where are they shooting from anyway?’’ we then hear a loud rumbling from above us and see the huge blimp with a kind of spade flag hanging below it. ‘’Huh, he must be the king of spades’’ Chishiya tells us he then turns to me. ‘’Take this it’s a good luck charm’’ He gives me a handmade explosive. ‘’Thank you Chishiya, I don’t know what to say’’ I can’t believe Chishiya would give up an explosive for me. ‘’Just use it if you have to.’’ and he gives me a smile. I turn to look away feeling a bit flustered but then I notice a man dressed in a long dark black cloak. I point towards him and direct Chishiya and Kuina towards what I’m looking at. ‘’That must be the king of spades’’ I whisper lightly. Chishiya whispers back into my ear ‘’I think your right’’ I turn around to say something but got caught looking into his eyes. My concentration on his eyes disappears when Kuina spots Arisu, Usagi and some random dead guy in the car next to us. ‘’Hey! You two okay? You hurt?’’ Kuina pipes up, and Chishiya gives them a wave. Shots continue to fire as we hide behind the car. ‘’We’re pinned down here’’ I say loud enough for us to hear. ‘’If we step out, he’ll get us!’’ Usagi replies. All of us try to figure out a plan to get out of there but nothing seems to be working out and the king of spades is getting closer. My train of thought gets broken when I green car that I’ve noticed from the beach before pulls in front of us honking its horn. ‘’Get in!’’ yells Tatta from the passenger seat. ‘’Tatta!?’’ Arisu and I yell in surprise and relief. ‘’Don’t just stand there!’’ someone yells from the driver's seat. ‘’Ann!’’ Kuina yells. Usagi and Arisu are the first to make their way to the car followed by Kuina, me and Chishiya. Ann opens the passenger seat and Arisu, Usagi and Kuina make it safely. Different story for Chishiya and me. A grenade is thrown towards the car door and Chishiya stops me from walking on it. ‘’That’s bad. Get going!’’ He yells towards Ann.

In a split-second decision, I decided to kick the grenade towards the kings of spades will Chishiya grabs my hand and tugged me the other way. ‘’(Y/N)! Chishiya!’’ I hear Kuina yell from the car. Chishiya pulls me behind a car and uses his body to shield me from the blast. At that moment I’m glad that I was stuck with Chishiya because I know that if I had to pick anyone out of the group to survive with it would be him and unfortunately for us, we won’t be seeing the group in a while.

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reclusiverisottonero · 1 year

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Me and Joot

❝ i'm not staring at you, i'm admiring you. ❞

-LuLu >:3

I won't lie this request ran away from me a little but it's fine this is my event i can break my own rules if i want hehe

💌 This request was for a Valentine's Day Fluff event available to member's of Papersiren's discord server. Requests are currently closed.

❌ Minors, ageless blogs, and blank blogs are never allowed to interact with my posts regardless of the rating of the content. You will be blocked if you like/reblog this post. Thank you for respecting my boundaries

Pairing: Jotaro/Reader (gn) Warnings: none, except for prepare my very shaky knowledge of marine biology sorry Notes: is this 4taro or 6taro? you decide! thanks to my friend who gave me this date idea and here is a video that helped inspire me further!

“Where are we going, Jojo?”

You don’t receive an answer, which is no surprise, but you’ve been walking with your partner along this boardwalk for the last ten minutes and felt like you needed to break the silence with something. Florida summers are unforgiving even during this late hour, sweat in uncomfortable places as you continue walking. As much as you’re losing your patience, you’re also curious where all this is going.

It only takes another moment before Jotaro stops in front of a gate, a sign on the front saying “Research Staff Only” and he unlocks it to let you pass through.

“We’re almost there.” He says, taking the path without another word knowing that you’ll follow. Once you catch up you wrap yourself around Jotaro’s arm and he huffs. You look up just in time as he pulls the brim of his hat down his head.

Jotaro leads you to a private section of the beach. The sand is shades lighter than what you’re used to and the waters nearly crystal clear. Aside from obvious lack of human interference, it’s not apparent what’s so special about this area until Jotaro walks across the sand and you watch in awe as almost every step lights up around him in brilliant shades of blue. The glow in the ocean catches the corner of your eye too. The gentle waves roll across the shore and your breath hitches at the sight of large pockets of blue hiding within the water.

“What the fuck.” Is the only way to sum up what you’re feeling right now. You take a few steps across the sand, your mouth hanging open as the fine grains light up gently under your feet.

“Bioluminescent dinoflagellates. Specifically Noctiluca, or to be blunt: glowing algae.” Jotaro explains, “They’re generally harmless but it’s safer if you don’t—If you don’t touch them.” He sighs that part out when he turns to see your sandals in hand, ankle deep in the sand as you kick your bare feet around to unearth the algae hidden away.

It’s become one of those rare date-nights where Jotaro says more words in an hour than he’ll speak the entire week. His face is serious as always while you ask as many algae related questions you can think of just to continue to hear his voice. After a while, you're too enamored with the sights to notice how quiet it’s become until you’re ready to ask another question and catch his soft gaze zeroed in on you.

“What’re you staring at?” You tease, kicking a clump of sand at his legs which snaps Jotaro back into focus and earns you an annoyed grunt.

“I'm not staring at you,” Jotaro replies, trying and failing not to sound defensive, “I’m just—I’m—” Jotaro’s voice trails off for a moment, though you can hear the rest being said under his breath as his cheeks turn a faint shade of pink, “I’m admiring you.”

A grin spreads across your face and he lets out a much louder ‘yare yare’ before leaning down for a kiss to nip any teasing you might do in the bud. Doesn’t stop you from flicking out more clumps of sand on him though. When Star Platinum appears and grabs fistfuls of the sand while you run for dear life, the algae lighting up with each step to make you the perfect target, you don’t regret a single thing.

#jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro cujoh #jotaro x you #ask #my writing

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Monster Hunter Tri Diary, Part 8: Lovely Ludroth at the beach & visit from the Argosy

For previous entries, search for #monster hunter tri diary

Disclaimer: Text is paraphrased from my localization and might slightly deviate from the English version.

Quest: No love for Ludroth

Since we're not in danger of encountering any large monsters for now, I donned my good old Leather armor again. The skills it has are quite good for gathering, and even when I'm doing a slay quest, I like to pick up some items along the way.

Our client is a former caravan leader - emphasis on "former", since he apparently wanted to pet some Ludroth and is pissed that he got fired because the Ludroth gave him a slap in the face. As compensation, he wants me to give them a few slaps back. So basically, I'm killing monsters for some guy's personal vendetta - well, I guess I'm getting paid for it...

And the Guild Sweetheart is there again, contacting us once more with her telepathic skills and giving us a brief introduction to Urgent Quests: "An Urgent Quest has to be done IMMEDIATELY!" (Sort of ironic though, since you can actually take your sweet time completing an Urgent Quest.)

"Your target this time is a water monster: the Ludroth. It might be a bit stronger than what you're used to." Oh, trust me: You don’t know what I'm used to. xD

Now you're only getting 3 first aid-meds and 2 mini whetstones from the supply box. No more greenhorn coddling - shit's getting real now.

I just got an Insect Husk as a shiny drop from an Altaroth. Biggest disappointment ever.

Anyway, going to area 10, the ladies are already waiting for us, with their sleek green skin and slender amphibian bodies. xD (Ludroth are one of the monsters that are canonically female; according to their description, they form "harems around large males" during breeding season, so I'm guessing the caravan leader was just passing through the area at a particularly bad time.)

The noises Ludroth make actually kinda sound like those of seals. xD (Can you blame the caravan leader for wanting to pet them? He probably heard them and went like "oh, cuddly sea doggos ^^".)

Man, those people weren't kidding - the Ludroth really do hit hard (especially when you're wearing a Leather armor with minimum protection). Good thing I packed my extra potions.

Once again, you can see how they recycled the monsters' movesets here: The Ludroth have the same attack patterns as the Lagiacrus; the same slide and snap attacks on land, and the same charge and snap attacks underwater. (The devs probably did this to save space, since making individual animations for each monster would've taken up too much time, but it's still quite funny.)

One Ludroth just killed her own sister. xD Well, fratricide also exists among Ludroth, I guess.

In the end, I had to use one potion to heal myself, in addition to the first aid-meds I got from the box. You could probably do it with just the first aid-meds in a challenge though, if you pay a little more attention to dodging than I did.

I also managed to kill one additional Ludroth and carve a Monster Bone S just before the "Quest Completed" screen popped up. Always try to squeeze the most rewards out of it, I say. ^^

Moga Village (night)

The Argosy is in town! Wohoo! (I always loved the Argosy theme - it's so awesome!)

The Argosy seems to have her own crest: an anchor in tribal style with two monster heads at each end, seen on the sail.

The Argosy Captain speaks with an accent (at least in my localization), which is sort of endearing. Also, since whatever we and the people of Moga are speaking obviously isn't the Captain's native tongue, that must mean there are multiple languages in the MH world.

The Captain calls himself a "giant from the Far East". This is interesting because according to the canon MH map, the country of Shiki, which has a large population of Wyverians and generally a Japanese flair (being believed to be the place where the villages of Yukumo and Cathar are located), actually lies in the west. With the Argosy Captain being a Wyverian and also having Japanese vibes, I'm surprised he doesn't hail from there. Maybe there's another Wyverian country on the other side of the globe? (Alternatively, it might be just Capcom mixing up their own geography.) EDIT: Nope, I've got it mixed up myself. Shiki is in the east of the MH world, as you can see on the map on this page. That actually makes it highly likely the Captain hails from there.

The Argosy comes to Moga because there are some rare goods around here (particularly from monsters, which you get from slaying them in the Moga Woods), and these commodities fetch a good price overseas. This implies the world of Monster Hunter has quite a vast trade network.

The Captain occasionally throws his own vocabulary into his dialogue (sometimes including translations), and since I had a feeling these were Japanese words, I took the time to check. In the cases where the Captain provides a translation, I could confirm that kōkan ("exchange"), purezento ("present", derived from the English word), kōen ("park"), and shōnin ("approval") are indeed Japanese words. This also goes for the cases where no translation is provided, such as "What is your Youken?" (yōken literally translating to "requirement", so it would mean "What do you require?"/"What do you need?"), "Kyakka!" (meaning "rejected") after explaining there won't be a deal if your commodities are worth less than his, and "De wa, sea wind is calling!" (I actually knew this one myself, since dewa is sort of a formal farewell in Japanese; if you say "dewa mata ashita" to someone, it would mean "Well then, until tomorrow!") So, the Argosy Captain is definitely speaking Japanese.

I can get Mega Harpoons from the Captain. I wonder what those are for, though; Mega Bugnets and Pickaxes don't break as fast as the normal ones, but since harpoons seemingly don't break, I wonder why you'd even need a mega version?

What does a Saturnian Trap do again? Well, I guess the only way to find out is by trying...

So, I got myself a Mega Harpoons and one Saturnian Trap from the Captain, just to see what they do - plus a Firefly, since I could still afford it with the goods I traded.

The Captain says Moga Village is far away from the city, so contact with the Guild isn't a walk in the park. I guess that's why it took them so long to respond. (If you want to give them the benefit of a doubt and assume they weren't straight up ignoring us.)

He also says the sweetheart behind the quest counter deserves to earn more for the hard work she's doing! Completely agree, mate.

"Humans die, but trade lives forever!" That's actually not untrue - even if a person dies, the world around them continues to live on, and as long as there's humanity, there will also be trade.

And we meet yet another fellow who came with the Argosy: The wandering Felyne cook who is apparently French (judging by his accent) and has quite a lot of trouble dealing with sea sickness, promptly throwing up once he's on firm ground. xD

"A cook of my caliber belongs in a kitchen that isn't always shaking!" Honestly, buddy, I can relate - I'm also anything but seaworthy.

"Your Chief has allowed me to stay here; in return, I offered my services. I offer extraordinary culinary art! Mein food is good for your health, attack, and more!" My friend, you are hired - I would never turn down any Felyne cook who gives me these sweet food effects. :-)

If I'm not mistaken, this is also the first time they introduced the cooking method as an additional factor; back in Freedom Unite, it was just dependent on the ingredients and what skills the Felyne cooks came with. Our cook first has to prepare his canteen though, so I suppose we'll have to do one hunt before we can enjoy his culinary skills.

"Felyne tongues are very sensitive to taste, and mine twice as much!" Ah, is that why Felynes are so often employed as cooks? (Not that I want to encourage it, but you would expect people to have prejudices about "hairs in the food" when Felynes do the cooking; this actually provides a reasonable explanation for the abundance of Felyne cooks.)

"Others flatter you with words, I with food!" Well, I think I prefer the food - at least it has substance and doesn't just consist of hot air.

"I may be wearing clothing from the Far East, but I'm multilingual! Between the bouts when my food flew over the Argosy's railing, I learned your language from the Captain." So, the Felyne cook also has a different native tongue - however, he doesn't speak Japanese like the Argosy Captain. So, are there multiple languages in the Far East? (It would be a bit unusual for people there to speak French, though.) Then again, he might not actually hail from there, and the clothes were simply given to him by the Captain.

Village Chief: "The Argosy is our connection to the outside world." Given how often they've mentioned how remote Moga is, I wonder where it's located in the MH world - it certainly sounds like you have to make half a world cruise to get there.

"The Argosy's Captain is a rich merchant from the Far East. I know him way longer than I would admit. Back then, we were young and carefree. I've saved his life countless times, and he did the same for me." Dang, now I really want to know the backstory of the Village Chief and the Argosy Captain. (Knowing the Chief once was a hunter, did they meet during his hunting career? Could it be that the Captain also has some hunting experience, given he wields a Long Sword?)

"We have an agreement that the Argosy docks here in regular intervals. Trade with other countries is equally beneficial for our village as a strong hunting fleet or a productive farm." I’d believe that, since it’s literally the only way they can get items they can’t produce themselves. I wonder what the commodities from Moga are used for in foreign countries, though - I could imagine that scales, fangs, horns are in high demand for making accessories.

"The Captain may be my friend, but he's also a businessman. A good relationship changes nothing about the prizes." Gotta give the Captain credit for being fair, though - just because you're buddies with him doesn't mean you get stuff for free.

The Argosy Captain tells us he’s also agreed to the Felyne cook’s decision to stay in Moga. Apparently, even the Captain sympathized with his troubles. As he puts it: "Learn recipe, try recipe, throw up recipe. Tragic tale!" xD

The Argosy Captain also informs us that he formerly worked in a first-rate restaurant in the city. I take it the Felyne cook once worked in Loc Lac, then?

The Argosy Captain even hands me a coupon from the cook's old restaurant, telling me to redeem it in the canteen. I'm honestly surprised the coupon is still valid, since the cook's restaurant in the city probably has been closed for quite some time. xD

There is also a sailor from the Argosy walking around in the village, but he speaks even more broken than the Captain. From what I can gather though, Moga is special because it's always the first stop on their travels, which makes it like a second home to him. That’s actually kinda sweet. :-)

"Ask why the Captain speak your language so good?" Well, I can understand him better than you, at least. xD (Then again, whatever language they're speaking here is probably hard for them to learn, so I'm gonna give them some credit here.)

"Language learning important to... how you say? Fry horizons?" I get what you mean, but you might want to practice these idioms again... ^^'

The Chief's Son is actually making gestures to the sailor, beckoning him to transport the discharged cargo to the stockpile. Nice touch - I love these kinds of interactions between NPCs.

Btw, the Chief's Son informs me they want to build an insect box at the farm. I have juuust enough resources to do that, in addition to the 1 Monster Fluid you need for it. (Good thing I picked up the materials from those Giggis. ^^)

The smith compliments me on my success with the Ludroth hunt, introducing me to his newest creation he invented in the meantime: charms! If I'm not mistaken, Tri is the first game in the series to have charms (at least they weren't in Freedom Unite). For starters, he gives me the good old standard Autoblock talisman. Since I'm wielding a Great Sword at the moment, this might even come in handy.

"Making changes to armor isn't a cakewalk, so mind what you eat, tubby!" Hey, I'm not that fat, okay? (I can kinda see his point, though. xD)

Meanwhile, the item vendor is happy that business is going much better due to the Argosy stopping by again. (I guess that might have avoided Moga for a time because of the earthquake?) As such, she has decided to give a 50% discount on everything as long as the Argosy is in town. Excellent opportunity for me to stock up on some stuff.

One thing that's exempt from the discount, however, are the Books of Combos. No way to get the most expensive items a little cheaper, I guess.

"Cool Drinks clear the mind and help against the heat. Cool!" Oh no, now the item vendor also has taken lessons from the gossip lady! The disease of silly puns is spreading, guys! xD

Big Brother: "Mom says big monsters are so loud that they roar holes into your ears. But I've already GOT holes in my ears! So nothing can happen to me!" Big brother being a fountain of wisdom as always. xD

Guild Sweetheart: "Hunter, did you see? The Argosy is here! Well, how could you have not seen her... She's gigantic!" Yep, a ship that's longer than the whole pier is pretty hard to miss... ^^'

"The Argosy is a trading vessel. It's part of the village life in Moga ever since I can remember." Sounds like the deal between the Argosy Captain and the Village Chief has been going on for a long time, probably since the Chief took over. Also, from the line above, you learn that the Guild Sweetheart is not merely an employee of the Guild who was sent to Moga, but actually one of the locals.

Apparently, the higher-ups of the Guild were so impressed by how I handled the Ludroth quest that they've given me permission to hunt in a whole new area: the Sandy Plains! According to the Guild Sweethearts monster guide, it's a "dry region, known for high temperatures and monster hordes". Well, if that doesn't sound inviting.

Also, we've got our first quest to hunt a big monster: the Great Jaggi! Yay! (Among the dinosaur-like bird wyverns, the Great Jaggi is sort of my secret favorite. xD)

Guild Sweetheart: "Quests! Read them and cry." What a motivating preface! xD (Though it’s kinda true once you get to the later quests.)

"Mud from the Sandy Plains is excellent for beauty masks, you know. I’ve heard that there are monsters hiding in the mud. I bet they got clean pores and NO pimples. Enviable!" Well, once I meet Barroth, I'll make sure to ask him about his beauty routine. xD

"During my training in the city, I was discovered as an actress! You're hanging around with an almost-star! Lucky you!" So, I take it the Sweetheart was born in Moga, but went to Loc Lac for education. I wonder what she was supposed to act in, though. xD

"Don't hunt yourself to death, would ya?" I'll try not to. :-)

My Chamberlyne also tells me about furnishings, and that I should buy some from the Argosy Captain to decorate my room. I’d like to, but I don’t have any rare commodities right now; I do know, however, that you get them from slaying large monsters during Moga Woods hunts. (I’d first have to unlock the Great Jaggi for that though, and that’s not gonna happen until I did the Guild quest.)

Speaking of which, since I have used up all my resource points for the insect box upgrade, I'm gonna have to make a trip to the Moga Woods anyway, to stock up some resources. So, we'll do that first, and then we'll start off with the level 2 quests.

To be continued

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peachyxboy · 8 months

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A Love so Sweet, it Hurts 🥀 - From the Start

Albuquerque, New Mexico

Circa 2002

"Señor, it's not just about being strong, your health needs to take priority," Tala explained as she looked over to her patient.

She knew many men like Hector Salamanca, always insisting sheer willpower could stop heart attacks and strokes, and that they didn't need medication. Hector nearly rolled his eyes, "Doctora, desde hace 63 años estoy fuerte (Doctor, for 63 years I've been going strong). As a boy, I step on a rusty nail, what does my father do? He takes the bottle of tequila and pours it on my foot, the next day I'm okay. Pill, no pill, what difference does it make?."

She bit back her chuckles. How was it that parents from war-torn countries always had the same stories? "If you don't want to take pills, then you can try drinking or smoking less," she suggested.

He scoffed and muttered, "Bien podría morir (Might as well die)."

"Then pills it is," Tala quickly scribbled down a prescription, "Take two times a day, once in the morning and once in the evening with a meal. This is a month's prescription, just try it out and if after a month you still don't think it does anything, then I won't make you anymore."

She held out the paper and Hector hesitated for a little before taking it and tucking it away in his coat pocket, grumbling all the same. Tala smiled, she knew with stubborn old men, you had to be firm, yet still make it seem like they were in charge. Especially, a man like Hector. The only man to go through 3 cardiologists because of his foul-mouth and sour attitude, plus they others were scared. He only minded Tala as much as he did because she had been his mother's doctor when she started to decline. "I'll see you in a month then, Señor," she said as they both stood.

"Si, si, si..." he waved her off.

Tala opened the door where two of Hector's men were waiting, scaring off anyone who walked by. "Hasta luego, Señor (See you later)," she called after him as she watched him and his men leave.

She wasn't an idiot. Tala knew that the Salamanca's were cartel. And by the way Hector was treated by others, he definitely was high up on the totem pole. Of course, whenever someone mentioned it, Tala just brushed them off. Only a fool would talk about someone being cartel out loud. Whatever her patients did on their off time was their business. Plus, Hector's mother was a sweet lady. She was hesitant at first, like most older people are, but Tala reassured her that it as time she put her health and needs first. So, she endured the intimidating gaze of her grandson, Tuco, and the stubbornness from Hector. Though, whenever she would catch him staring at her ass, she definitely wanted to poke a little harder the next time he needed bloodwork done.

People always speculated that she had something to do with the Salamanca's and their shady business. Tala's response was always: 'if I was being slipped money by the cartel, you really think I'd be here for 20 hours and not on the beach in Cabo?' Tala didn't care for the Salamanca's aside from their Abuelita. With her now gone, she could care less about the family. Hector was simply a patient. No other Salamanca man mattered to her.

El Michoacano - Albuquerque, New Mexico

Circa 2004

Years had passed and now Hector wasn't her patient anymore, and word on the street was that he was now in a nursing facility. Sad to hear, but such is life. Now, Tala had no affiliations to the Salamanca men anymore. It felt like a target has been removed from her back. She had no worries now about pissing off the wrong person. Though, she still got food from El Michoacano from time to time, as it was the only decent Mexican joint that was close to the hospital. Like today for example:

It was a rough day. Not just busy, or one or two difficult people, but rough. Tala knew everyone needed a pick me up, so she offered to buy lunch much to the joy of the nurses and CNA. She chose El Michoacano, of course, and called in the big order before heading over to pick it up. The place was quiet, it usually was during this time of the day. Only an older couple finishing up their lunch as Domingo sat in at one tables. She had only known the younger man in passing, but had seen him here pretty often enough to know his name. "Hey, Dom," she greeted.

He perked up a bit upon seeing her, he always looked tense whenever she saw him here. "Hey, Doc, lunchtime already?"

She chuckled a bit as she made her way to the counter, "It couldn't have come sooner. Señor, soy yo, Tala (It's me, Tala)."

"Esta casi lista, doctora (It's almost ready, doctor)," the chef peaked out from the kitchen.

"Sin prisa (No rush), take all the time you need," she said with a friendly smile.

The chef was an older man that had worked here since Tala moved to Albuquerque three years ago. From their few conversations, she learned that he had a wife and children and grandchildren. His oldest granddaughter just had a quinceanera two weeks ago. Prior to the eldest Salamanca's stroke, chef would always comfort her after a particularly ugly encounter. 'No escuches a ese viejo gruñón, nació con el ceño fruncido (Don't listen to that grumpy, old man he was born with a scowl),' he would tell her. A few minutes went by and the elderly couple left, greeting chef and Dom goodbye. Tala went over to sit by him to wait. She didn't know too much about Domingo, other than his father owned the furniture store on Menaul and that he spent a lot of time at El Michoacano with another guy named Ignacio. She had seen Ignacio from time to time with Hector when he went to his appointments. She never questioned him outright, but she could only assume it was for the Salamanca's 'other business.'

The two made small talk, but nothing too significant. Dom knew Tala was Hector's doctor before his stroke, and his mother's before she died. He wondered if she knew about the truth, she didn't seem clueless or naive about the violence and anger from the Salamanca men. Though, she never seemed scared of them, even Hector who could order a man to rip her guts out, and they'd do it without hesitation. "So do you work here?" she asked curiously, snapping him out of his thoughts.

His stomach started to twist and a lump formed in his throat as dread filled his body. Could this be a test? Sniffing out a rat? "I-I...what do you mean?"

She took note of his uneasiness, but decided not to call it out. "Here, at the restaurant."

"Oh! Oh umm....n-no I just umm, I'm just meeting someone," he stuttered with an anxious chuckle.

"Right."

Tala liked to think she was a good judge of character, and it was easy to see behind those big, brown puppy-dog eyes that Dom wasn't telling the truth, but decided not to press the matter. She noticed how he squirmed under her gaze, so Tala eased up on the kid, changing the conversation to a different topic. Soon enough, chef rang the bell as he bagged up her order and Tala went to pay. Domingo stood as well to change the OPEN sign to CLOSED, the dealers would be coming in soon to count the profits. Just as he neared the door, a tall figured entered. "Sorry man, we're about to close for-"

"Break time? I know," the man said, turning the sign himself.

"Gracias, Señor," Tala thanked him before picking up all the bags and turned to leave.

Standing there was someone she had never seen before. He had a tall, masculine frame with a mustache, and a silver streak front and center of his slicked back hair. The most notable thing, though, was his Cheshire grin and piercing gaze that found itself locked onto Tala. A pregnant pause fell upon them as Dom was confused by the newcomer as well, chef-however-tried hard not to suck his teeth upon seeing the new arrival. "See you around, Dom," she broke the silence before making her way to the door.

"You need some help with that?" the stranger asked.

However, he didn't wait for an answer before taking the bags in his hands and opening the door for her. Tala looked towards Dom who just shrugged and stared at her wide-eyed. Without much of a choice, Tala just left and began walking to her car with the stranger in tow. "Do you always help strangers to their cars, or just on Wednesdays?" she quipped.

He laughed, "Just being a gentlemen. Do guys your age not do this sort of things anymore?"

"My age? Just how old do you think I am?"

"That's a trick question. If my mother taught me anything, it's that you never ask a woman her age," he said in an upbeat, almost bubbly, tone.

It was odd to hear how chipper his mood was, not to mention the smile that never seemed to leave his face. Most guys around here carried a constant scowl, especially the ones who walked into El Michoacano. It didn't take that many steps to get to Tala's car. She turned towards him before opening or unlocking her car, still not trusting him. "I'll take it from here, thanks," she said as she reached out for the bags.

He moved his hand back ever so slightly out of reach from her. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Why do you wanna know my name?" she answered back, defenses rising up.

He seemed entertained by her attitude, looking at her as if he was the looming Doberman watching a yelping Yorkie. "What if I wanna see you again? Can't exactly put a BOLO out for a Toyota Corolla owned by a lovely lady with the most beautiful eyes," he complimented her with just enough sincerity to not come off as creepy.

Tala just narrowed her gaze at the other. Many have flirted with her, and-even though she would never admit it-this guy was different. He didn't have a bravado or chauvinistic air about him, dare she say, he came off as charming. "What's your name?" she asked this time.

His smile just widened, glad to have peaked some kind of interest from her, "It's Eduardo, but you can call me Lalo."

"Lalo?"

"Yeah, it's family nickname, I guess you could say. And you are Miss-?"

"Doctor," she corrected, "It's Tala."

"Doctor Tala," he repeated, wanting to hear how it sounded coming out of his mouth, "It's nice to meet you, Doctor."

"Likewise."

Lalo finally handed over the to-go bags to her, hands finding their resting place on his belt. "If you like the food here, then you should try some of my cooking. Better than anything you've tried, I promise you," he confidently said, punctuating his sentence with his hands.

"Maybe."

Tala fumbled with her keys a bit before finally unlocking her car, to which Lalo opened her door for her with an 'allow me.' She murmured a small 'thanks' and set the bags in the back seat, but before she left she looked over at Lalo, who still stood grinning at her since the beginning. "You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?" she remarked, a hint of sarcasm to her tone.

He just shrugged playfully, "No idea what you mean."

"Great," she grumbled as she climbed into her driver's seat.

Lalo took a step back as she started up her car. "See you later, Doctor," he waved goodbye and watched as the tire slightly kicked up the dust when she drove off.

Domingo watched from the window as the two spoke to one another. He was beyond confused, but could tell Tala wasn't upset. If she had, she probably would've knocked Lalo on his ass by now. "Señor, ¿quién es ese tipo? (Mister, who is that guy?)" he asked the chef.

The older man sighed as he moved out from the kitchen, also watching the two in front of the restaurant. "Don Eduardo, el sobrino mayor de Don Héctor (Don Eduardo, Don Hector's oldest nephew)," the chef said with a heavy sigh.

Dom felt his blood run cold. Another Salamanca?

"Fuck."

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armyhome · 1 year

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Lost In Your Love Story | Yeonjun

⇢ summary: Hwa Suji is a very skilled makeup artist who works at her best friend's salon, serving major Korean entertainment companies and that includes the artists she is a fan of: Tomorrow x Together! One day when protecting one of the members, she ends up having a car accident that takes her to another universe! The universe of your favorite fanfic called "Winter Song" but the thing is, life is not a strawberry, her new universe got a target on her back, she's the villain and has no idea how survive this cannon.

⇢ pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Hwa Suji.

⇢ Chapter 1 : Life is not a strawberry.

⇢ Chapter 2 : Love is a Disease.

⇢ Chapter 3 : Made a little cookie...

⇢ Chapter 4 / 5 / 6

⇢ Chapter 7 : Why Don't You Stay?

⇢Chapter 8: Beyond this universe

Chapter [09/16] : I know I love you

I barely sleep that night and was up before 7 am, the story has changed in a brutal way, the video leaked last evening was not part of the cannon, Yeonjun was in love with me, Yuri putting as an evil person, the cannon was destroyed! How does this happen? Why and when? There's no story that I can use as a base to this situation, I try to remember manhwas, dramas, romance book plots, and nothing, the villain never became the female lead, or I couldn't remember a similar thing in a love story. So I run to the only place I maybe, found answers: the library!

I look over and over again all shelf by shelf, without finding anything, so my eyes finally stopped, it was a Winter song, and right next to that Winther song: The warm heart of the Snow Queen, holy mother! I try to read like I have a photography memory, it was another history, how did I end up as a female lead? Yuri was really a villain now? And that guy on the beach was…

"Hwa Suji?" I look at the one they were calling me, and it was him, our eyes connected and this makes my arm hair shiver, how could In't recognize it? He was Yeonjun's stalker "Do you need any help?" I put the books fast in my bag.

"No, I was just doing some research, I'm helping a friend with his photograph project, and the concept is romantic you know, just getting the vibe..." Sound's calm Hwa Suji, calm!

"Oh, that's why that wedding photo yesterday!" Does he seem to relive?

"Yeah, even my mom believes, I think I'm doing a great job!" He smiles, don't show that you are afraid Suji "I got go now…"

"O right!" He put his hands and his pockets "Come back every time you need! I heard about the video last night! I'm sorry for you to have to be pass-thru so many shits because of that liar.."

"It's okay, I'm strong, well see you later!"I run out there, my heart was beating so fast that I could feel the pulse in my head.

Breath Suji, what he was doing here too? Does that mean Yeonjun is in danger? I walk thru the university halls, and notice, the pictures of me all full of cursing were replaced with Yuri's pictures full of cursing, I take them off the wall and put them in the trash.

"Humiliation teaches nothing!" I scream and everyone looks at me, I see Ji Eun crossing the hall in my direction, she was worried.

"First of all, where were you this morning? Yeonjun almost collapse looking for you! And me too! Second, why in the part you're defending her? She deserves this! Did you watch the video?"

"I was in the library of the university this morning, to think and calm myself down"I hold Ji Eun's hand "Humiliation is not the answer, never! Where is Yeonjun?"

"In the park line, next to your car!"

"Okay, see you later unnie!"I go in the park line direction, all students are looking at me with sorry faces, being a female lead was so awkward oh my.

Yeonjun was waiting for leaning in my car, the man he was really a manhwa character, all dressed in black, a big jacket, and sunglasses, so handsome! He takes his glasses off when he sees me, and when I'm close enough, he hugs me, being in his arms was like being transported to another dimension.

"I'm so sorry that I was sleeping this night, and for not believing in you that time, how could I be so blind?" Was so warm in Yeonjun's arms, and his perfume… Focus Suji, we had to do what was right first.

"It's okay, the circumstance was not the best, nothing in my favor, but I got to ask you something, Yuri's address..." He looks surprised "I wanna do for her, what I wish they have done to me, listen to her side..."

"Do you think that this video has an explanation?"

"Everything has an explanation, but sometimes is not what we wanna hear..." I was not being completely honest, and this hurt my heart a little bit.

But all romances have formulas, to the development of the plot, apparently, I just let myself be guided by the writer unknowingly, but now that a dangerous stalker shows up, I can not give myself the privilege to continue being a guide for the writer. I need to be ready, and Yuri probably has answers to help me with that, Yeonjun writes the address.

"You wanna me to go too?" He looks at me all worried, and I already wanna get back to his arms, put yourself together woman!

"There's no need, see you later okay at home okay?" I kiss his forehead and get in the car.

When I park in front of Yuri's house I observe the neighborhood, which was similar to the one I lived in real life, with Ji Eun, there was no bell in the gate, so I clap.

"Yuri! That's me, Suji!" No one answers, she is here, I know that, I open my car window and press the car horn "Yuri I'm not leaving before you talk to me!"Five minutes later she shows up.

"What are you doing here?"Oh, she was mad, like was my fault for her lies!

"I wanna hear your side, understand why you did this!"She sighs, oh please girl don't make me regret "Can I go inside?" She opens the gate and the door without inviting me to in she comeback inside "Thank you!"

Her house was small like mine was before the salon became famous, with book all over the floor, they were about Korean literature, and there is no couch in the living room, she sits on the floor, and look at me daring me to do the same, poor her, she doesn't know me! I sit just like her, Yuri tries to hide her surprise, but because her eyes were perceptible 'Let's start from the begging! Why did you wet yourself?"

"You know wasn't me! " Yuri almost screams.

"So who did and why?" I ask trying to calm myself, her attitude was not helping.

"Don't play silly with me when you send him!" Don't roll your eyes, Suji.

"If I did that, why I would be here Yuri?" She realizes her confusion.

"I don't know, to play the good one?" I look into her eyes.

"Really? Me? Playing the good one? Who did this to you, Yuri? And why do you think I send him, is he next to me or something?" Taehyun would never do that, Soobin liked her, Beomgyun was too busy, and Yeonjun never too. So she snorts.

"Everybody on the campus knows that the library guy is your biggest fan Suji when he shows up telling me to stop or disturb your happiness! That's why I assume that you, even for indirect paths was guilty of that" He was my fan… "And after that he starts to be all over places, watching if I would do something with you, like in the travel, why did you bring him?"

"I never talked to him before today, I have to go to the library for the first time..." I try to breathe "It was he that filmed Ji Eun and Taehyun's conversation?" She doesn't answer and starts to blush.

"That was me, I was mad cause Yeonjun was looking bothered by the fact that you runway with that cute guy, I did it without thinking about the consequences I'm sorry, and didn't work in the end because Yeonjun ends things with two days ago..." The stalker was not there to observe Yuri, he was looking for me, Hueningkai was not part of his plan, and he didn't know, until that moment about, my feelings for Yeonjun, but Yuri's video exposed this, he posts Yuris video to do revenge in my name? "Suji, say something.."

"He was not there for you, he was stalking me" Her expression was worried "He posted your video, he spoke with me about this..." If he is a stalker and knows that I'm in love with Yeonjun "Yeonjun is in danger, I got to go!" I didn't listen to what she said, I run for my car and start to call Yeonjun's cell phone, over and over again, driving like crazy in the university's direction "Please answer the phone, answer the dam phone Yeonjun!" I give up so I call Ji Eun she picks up the first signal.

"WHY ARE YOU IN THE YURI'S HOUSE?" She screams on the other side of the line.

"Unnie, listen to me, where is Yeonjun?" Please be with him, please be with him.

"He receives a message saying that Yuri was planning to do something bad with you, he goes out running, I'm at the apartment with you, where are you, Suji?" It was hard to breathe.

"It was a lie, I'm fine, he is the one in danger, a stalker, I can't explain right now, can you put Taehyun in the line?" She didn't answer, I heard her passing the phone "Tae?"

"Yes, I'm ready." His voice was serious, my tears running down my face.

"You remember how to track someone's phone?"

"Yes noona, give me a minute" I park on the shoulder waiting for his answer "I'm sending Yeonjun localization right now on your phone! I'm going there too!" I take a deep breath and focus on Suji, you can't lose him again.

"Okay, see you there!" I turned back to the road taking the way back, never in my life, I drive so fast, Ayrton Senna would be proud.

GPS guide me to a dumping ground, and my blood froze in my veins, Yeonjun misophobia, did he find out? How? I look at the back sit and like magic, a baseball bat emerges.

"You got to be kidding me," I say looking up as the author could hear me, okay Suji chill, you unless got a weapon, and you were the best in your taekwondo class in elementary school, you're cool and Yeonjun is in danger, he needs you. I get off the car with my baseball bat in my hand and start to follow on my feet the red dot in my cell phone. In the middle of the dumping ground has three sheds, eenie meenie mine, I started but some guys appear, they are all dressed in suits.

"This princess is lost guys, let's guide her home, like the gentleman we are" When the first one advances on me, deflection skillfully, and punches his stomach, the second one I bit with my baseball bat in his...I make a home run! In the third, I give the best high kick, and I hit his head, In the fourth one I use his tie to unbalance him and give him an elbow in his back, so just rest the one who looks like the boss, I punch his face with all my strength, all this in seconds! I'm Vincenzo! I hold the boss for his tie "Dimmi dov'è il mio ragazzo?" (Say where is my boyfriend?)

With his hand shaking he appoints the sheds in the right one "Okay, I will need your belt" He looks at me not believing "NOW"

The boss takes his belts faster as possible. Okay, weirdo get yourself ready cause I'm coming for your head! When I enter the place is dark, and the difference of light makes my eyes take a fell second to adapt, when my vision focused again I see the stalker holding Yeonjun for his hair, he is all tied up, and unconscious, I will kick that bastard ass so hard that he will have to crawl for the rest of his life.

"You don't know how to see you like this for him breaks my heart." His voice was so calm.

"Don't worry, I'll break your legs too, so you won't be able to feel the pain in your heart!"He laughs out loud, and I remember Hueningkai talking about evil laugh, he was right I do not have one "Now let him go this is between us"

"Oh no Suji, is not just about between us, I'm tired of Yeonjun taking everything that is mine!" The memory of the day of the accident hit me, he screamed at Yeonjun that should be "First my song, later my debut, and now my girl!" He shakes Yeonjun's head.

"First of all, I'm not your girl! Second has legal ways to get back a song, Third and last, is the company that chooses who gonna debut" His eyes seem lost for a second and then come back to have focus.

"You're just lost, cause you're in love with him, but don't worry the poison on his system will kill him soon, so we don't have to worry anymore!" Poison? The feeling of losing Yeonjun makes the petals in my stomach climb thru my through, I vomit, entire tulips, and they are full of my blood. Yeonjun didn't confess his feelings or decline mine. I keep vomiting for minutes, if I keep this way me and Yeonjun gonna die, the crazy guys leave Yeonjun and walk to hold me "See baby, this will all be gone, and this poison will kill him soon" He shows the bottle, and I thank for the author for making me watching so many chemistry classes, cause now I know to make an antidote, I recompose myself and when I see the stalker relax too, I attack. I try not to get blind by anger but seeing Yeonjun unconscious didn't help, so I remember that I have to do an antidote soon, I tied up the stalker, using my scout knot, and start to search for his stuff the ingredients, or similar bases.

I just found a rusty thermos bottle in that place, I put all the ingredients inside, and my hands are shaking, When I finish I hold Yeonjun's chest against me, keeping his head high, I open his mouth and make sure that his drinking everything.

"I'm so sorry Jun" My heart was breaking into pieces "If you were with Yuri nothing of this would be happening" I cry and kiss his forehead If on that day I wasn't later he would found that guy in the hall if he didn't feel the need to explain to me the car accident wouldn't happening, if I follow the history how it was, this wouldn't be happening.

"Please don't regret choosing me yet!" He says, he stays in my arms but his arms were around me too, holding me with strength "When I thought that you're in danger, I realize that I didn't say that I love you!" Yeonjun sits between my legs, and looks in my eyes holding my face in his hand "You're my savvier, there's no place in this world that I feel more love, more loved, and that I love more to be in! I love you Hwa Suji!"

Then he kiss me and was like the world stops, I didn't hear the police sirens or my friend's voice, the world was all about me and Yeonjun.

Beomgyu put me and Yeonjun in the same hospital room so he can check both of us at the same time and we don't piss him off with our concerns about each other. The news got the CCTV of the dumping ground, so all Koreans are seeing me kicking that guy's asses. And they got the part when I ask for my boyfriend's localization and gave themselves the work of translating, NICE!

"So, I'm your boyfriend?" Yeonjun asks laying at my side, his face in a red tone.

"I already told you that you can not lay in my bed!" He holds my arm.

"I can't, I'm your boyfriend, that's our first day, I need to be close to you" Yeonjun hug me.

"Be careful with the needle in your arm" I warn but he keeps hugging me anyway, so I make myself comfortable in his arms.

"So it was true at the last..." I hear my mom's voice interrupting our moment, we jump to the opposite extremes of the bed "Darling, why him? He doesn't have a stable job" Yes that's absolutely my mom, talking about another person like he is not in the room.

"Mom, I don't have a stable job, remember?" I hold Yeonjun's hand.

"Yeah, but in the future, you gonna work with us, if Yeonjun had chosen his family legacy, and decided to become a doctor, he heir this hospital with his Hyung, which would be another story!" Oh lord, she sounds like Hueningkai's mom, I hold Yeonjun's hand with strength.

"Mom I can't live without him" Yeonjun looks at him without believing my words.

"Omoni I can't live without her" Oh my, we're so corny, I love him "And I'm pretty sure that I'll build a stable musician career..." He will, I know.

"And I already take my first step and will realize a makeup brand thru Hwa Cosmetics, I'll make everything from the composition to the marketing"I hold my mom's hand "I'm a woman now, you have to trust me, I know how to defend myself!"

So five guys enter the rooms, I was waiting for them.

"Yes omoni," Parallel 38 says "Look at this purple eye right here" He points to his face "Noonim made this" So Beomgyun enters the room looking nervous.

" Do you call these guys?" By his voice tone, he is mad at me.

"Yes" I answer and mom hides behind me "They will be my store security guard if they don't wanna be sue, and of course after being properly trained." Everybody in the room looks at me like I was insane, may I was, is that thing, that keeps your friends close, and your enemies closer, that lunatic will never put anyone that I love in danger again.

#choi yeonjun #yeonjun #yeonjun fic #yeonjun fanfic #yeonjun imagines #choi beomgyu #choi soobin #kang taehyun #hueningkai #txt #txt fanfic #txt fanfiction

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sometimesanalice · 6 months

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👔: a clothing headcanon

Bradley Bradshaw is a notorious underpacker. He thinks he’ll be able to make do with whatever it is he has with him. His years in the Navy has taught him he doesn’t need a lot, his one indulgence is his Hawaiian shirt collection. Some were passed down and some were ones he found on his own, he got drunk one night and was curious about what some of the ones in his collection would go for on a secondhand market and balked at just how much some of his would sell for. (He didn’t wear any of them for 3 weeks before he made himself get over it and put one one for a night out at the Hard Deck, he’s always taken good care of things just because he now knows that vintage blue one with the mountain pattern is worth over 1k doesn’t mean he’s going to get ketchup on it now when he’s never liked ketchup to begin with)

Now those jorts? Those were an accident. When he was called back to Top Gun the last thing he expected was to be told to meet at the beach instead of the tarmac. That morning looking through his bag (with 3 plain white shirts, 2 Hawaiian shirts, 1 pair of jeans, 5 pairs of socks, and one UVA sweatshirt) he realizes just how screwed he is. He all but apologizes to the denim when he takes the pair of scissors to his favorite pair of jeans to make them beach ready. And when they pass not one but two Targets on the way, he vows never to underpack ever again.

But he doesn’t mind the looks he gets when he wears the jorts, so they stay in rotation. (Even if sandy, wet denim is the worst. But his ass looks good so …)

emoji prompt ask game

#emoji ask game #ask game #ask game answers

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imthatchishiyasimp · 3 years

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I fucked my way into this mess, and I’ll fuck my way out.

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“Oh shit” was all I could say, looking at the now crimson red-hoodie.

“You better fix that”.

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Hi!!! Had this idea and couldn't resist writing about it, also the title helped to develop it hahahaha.

it's not NSFW, but it hints a bit about it at the end, so be careful. Also, TW: death and blood are both mentioned and described.

The previous game night I got my sweatshirt broken, and since then I had been borrowing people’s clothes. I wasn’t able to search for a new decent one and I was planning on scabaging a few stores on my way back to the Beach after this game.

I had managed to steal a few clothes from Kunai and some other people, and they didn’t mind. No one minded but Chishiya, that bastard. His hoodies were so clean and soft, wonders where he took them. So, given that he didn’t want to lend them over, I broke into his room and stole the best one. It was pure white, big and comfy with a front pocket and a hood.

He wasn’t supposed to go out and play tonight, so it would have been fine. He wasn’t even in the car when I got there. But, out of nowhere, he was at the lobby of the game arena I was supposed to clear.

I mean, the mad look he gave me? Dude, I was scared.

We were playing a spades game, an easy one. In total there were eight participants, two of them were new to the games and scared to the bone.

“REGISTRATION HAS CLOSED. THERE ARE A TOTAL OF 8 PARTICIPANTS. THE GAME WILL NOW COMMENCE.”

I looked around and saw a path going up the stairs and into a wide corridor. Two small tables were placed at the bottom of them, one holding the phones left after we all took our own, and the other one with several collars. I had heard of them in other games, but I didn’t have the pleasure of trying them on.

While the phones were informing us of the difficulty of the game, I got closer to Chishiya, step by step, judging if he was mad enough to give me the silent treatment. Apparently not, because he didn’t push me away nor did he go to the other corner of the mini crowd we formed. I tucked my hand into the pocket and balanced on my toes, listening to the rules of the game.

“GAME: TARGET SHOOTING.”

“PLEASE, PUT ON THE COLLARS PLACED ON THE TABLE”.

Reluctantly, we all clasped the collar around our necks. It felt wrong and cold, like the hand of a murderer patiently waiting to squeeze harder and harder until you died. I swallowed hard, rolling my head and trying to get used to the feeling. My eyes drifted to Chishiya’s form and I wasn’t surprised to find him unaltered. His hands were hidden in his pockets, his face covered by the hood, but I caught a glimpse of his eyes.

He looked at me, from head to toes. Would he forgive me because I looked good in his clothes? Probably not, but I could wish.

“RULE: MANAGE TO SHOOT ACCURATELY TO THE TARGET WITH THE CROSSBOWS LEFT IN EACH ROOM”.

“CLEAR CONDITION: PASS THE 10 ROOMS WITH PERFECT AIM. IF YOU FAIL, YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED. IF YOU MAKE ANOTHER PLAYER SHOOT IN YOUR TURN, YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED”.

“TIME LIMIT: 30 MINUTES, EACH ROOM HAS A MAXIMUM OF 3 MINUTES. IF YOU DON’T CLEAR THE ROOM IN THAT TIME, YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED”.

“THE GAME WILL START ONCE YOU OPEN THE DOORS”.

Without a word, we all took the stairs up to the first mark pointing to door number 1. Some guy opened it and we walked inside. It was almost empty, leaving one table with a crossbow and a handful of arrows. At the end of the room there was a kind of dart-board, but the red center was way bigger than usual. Just a few steps from the door there was a mark with two feet, signaling the shooting position.

Our phones chimed with the time starting the countdown. Below the time apparead the face of one of the players, giving him the first turn. A black haired boy took the crossbow with confidence, getting the arrow ready and shooting with efficiency.

“Are you mad at me?” I whispered to Chishiya.

He gave me the eye and grunted. “I clearly remember telling you not to steal my clothes. Are you going deaf?”

I giggled and hid my nose in the hoodie. It smelled like him, one of the very first reasons why I stole it. I love the way he smells of new things, undiscovered fragrances and fresh days. It brought me peace and calm; I felt safe.

“I was cold and couldn’t find anything else. You weren’t supposed to see, I thought you weren’t due yet”.

The first three participants did well, the last one getting too close to the limit but managing anyway. I was next.

Taking an arrow and getting ready for the shooting, I placed myself on the mark and breathed deeply. I didn’t like guns, but I had a good aim when needed. With a clear shot, I gave the crossbow to the next player.

We all passed the room within the time limit and left for the next one. Given the easiness of the first room, a bust of confidence started to grow in each player, so when the target became a pain to shoot, panic bursted in the room.

It was room 4 where the first player died. An old woman that was trembling with fear and exhaustion missed the red circle. She dropped the crossbow and looked at us in fear, grabbing the collar and pulling with force. I walked backwards until I met the opposite wall. Chishiya was next to me, with his eyes locked in the body of the lady going down after the bomb exploded. I couldn’t look at it.

The next player had to move her body to be able to step on the mark, and that was when all of us were aware of the situation. While I knew what the collar meant, some of the participants didn’t.

“I will return it after the game, I promise. Just wait until we finish and I’m able to take something from some mall” I told him walking towards room number 6. No one was talking, so my voice was easy to pick up above the steps of the players. They looked at me from the corner of their eyes, wondering how I was so calm, how I was able to think of something else apart from the game.

Chishiya brought my hood up and placed it on my head, covering my hair with it. “If you don’t bring it back, you will face consequences” And then he walked faster to the next room. I gulped, not wanting to know what would await me if I didn’t. The feeling of his fingers through the strands of my hair still alive on my mind.

Room 8 only held four players. Chishiya and I were with the boy with shooting experience and a girl with short hair. Both of them were young and composed, getting through the game without a word from their lips.

It was getting noticeably difficult. The target was in higher places and getting smaller by the point. A headache was starting to grow and it made me clench my fingers more often, almost making me shoot a moment before I was ready. The pressure of the time was smaller since we were less people, but it meant we took more time to get ready and I was getting nervous.

The four of us made it to room 10. It looked like the last one, extremely difficult with a very small target and too high to comfortably shoot. The boy was called first and he got ready to shoot. His confidence had wavered in the last rooms, same as the rest, but he still made an effort on showing a calm facade.

I was sure he was gonna clear the game. I think all of the players in the room thought so. And I was behind him, waiting for my turn, looking anxiously at the time getting close to the end. But also, we all thought there wasn’t going to happen anything else. No one saw the vents opening and giving a rush of air, making the arrow go a bit to the left and missing the target. It was a soft breeze, but enough to change the course of the arrow.

“No. No, no, no. No! This wasn’t supposed to happen! They didn’t tell! It’s not fair! I was the first one to shoot!” He shouted. He started screaming at us because now we knew about it. He died in the middle of a cry, shaking me from the shoulders. And I just stood there, listening to his cries and too shocked to fight him.

I got all his blood spattered on myself, his dead eyes printed on my mind.

I don’t recall what happened after. I just remember throwing the body of the dead player to one side, taking the crossbow and shooting to the target. I almost missed, having miscalculated the force of the air released by the vents. I think the girl went after me and cleared the game too. We waited until Chishiya shot and stood there, listening to the beeping sound of the phones.

“GAME CLEAR”.

“CONGRATULATIONS”.

Leaving the hotel next to Chishiya was a bit awkward. He was playing with the card in his hands, looking at it with an interesting face. And he wasn’t talking, not even humming. He liked to point out things about the game after he cleared them, about the rules, the players or the place we played in. But he didn’t. We arrived at the nearest car that was going to the Beach and I made a move to get in. I wasn’t in the mood of walking all the way back, but Chishiya stopped me before I could open the door.

“Nope, you are not coming” He told me, pushing me away from the car.

“What? Why?” I asked, frowning my eyebrows. He pointed to my chest and I looked down. “Oh shit” It was so far gone. There was not a single white spot in the hoodie. It was absolutely red. “Oh fuck, oh no, I’m so sorry”. I looked at him, my face showing full remorse, big eyes asking for forgiveness. I tried to reach him, failing when he moved out of my reach.

He just smirked and shook his head. “I will wait until tomorrow night. You better fix that before then”. And he got in the car, leaving me alone in the street, hands still in the air.

“Chishiya you bastard! I didn’t do it on purpose!”

So there I was, going into every shop I could find, searching for an identical hoodie and taking advantage of the trip to pick a few things for myself. It wasn’t a special hoodie or something, but most of them were either the wrong size or too dirty. I took my precious time looking for a perfect one, also taking some more to give as an apology and for me to match. We would see who would try to steal then.

I had miscalculated the time it would take me to walk back to the Beach. The ride to the game arena was a bit longer than usual, but I didn’t think walking would take me that much.

The sun was going down when I reached the Beach. I was famished and thirsty as hell. I was only able to take a fast lunch and I walked a too long distance. I went straight to the kitchens and I gulped down a full bottle of water with some snacks.

After I was satisfied, I stood and took my bags to my room, putting away the clothes I picked and changing into something clean. Taking the ones I chose for Chishiya, I left my room and went to his.

I knocked and waited until I heard footsteps coming to open the door. I fought a smile miting my lip and tried to remain calm. He opened the door just a bit to see who was knocking, opening fully seeing me there.

“Do you like this one?” I said while turning around and opening my arms. “It’s exactly the same one, size and all, and don’t forget the hood and the pocket!” I watched him lean into the door frame and smirk behind his hair. He gave me a look crossing his arms and letting out a breathy laugh.

I remained serious and gave a sorry look. “I mean, if you don’t like it, I have a few more for you to choose. Here, let me try them on so you can see how they look” Taking the sleeves, I pulled my arms out and started to take the hoodie off in the middle of the corridor.

I heard him moving just when I was about to take it off. Suddenly I was being dragged by the arm and thrown into Chishiya’s room.

I laughed out loud, almost tripping because of the strength and the lack of vision due to the hoodie being over my head. His room smelled like he did and I was high on it.

“Do you need to be such a pain for me to do something?” He said with a smug voice, taking the hoodie completely off me. His dark eyes checked me out and I felt so vulnerable under his gaze that I felt chills running through my body.

Could he be any more handsome? The way this eyes held the whole world’s knowledge made me shiver in both fear and awe. The white strands of hair dancing around his face, making him shine even more. His smile, a rare but precious sight.

His touch was warm and delicate. His fingers went through my hair, to my cheekbones and to my neck, going slowly and leaving me breathless.

I took a step forward and grabbed at his clothes, feeling brave for a moment, getting close to his ear to whisper with a soft and heavy voice: “It worked, didn’t it?” Besides, now I know what it takes to bring you down”.

“You’re on”.

#aib #alice in borderland #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #fic #shuntaro chishiya #oneshot

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How would you picture a Saionji redemption arc? I feel like she didn't change as a character or person and she still treats Mikan like shit.

You obviously sent this in BEFORE I posted that previous ask, but it's a good companion piece!

If you try to redeem her during DR2, I think you could rush through it in Chapter 3 without even having to change the existing narrative much.

HOW I'D GIVE HIYOKO A MINIATURE REDEMPTION ARC WITHOUT CHANGING DANGANRONPA 2 MUCH AT ALL:

During the breakfast scene with the creepy Mahiru memorial, Hiyoko doesn't act childishly hurt when people insult her memorial - instead, she's going to get angry and defensive. She's going to say claim that Big Sis would love it and they don't understand because they didn't know her like she did, and she's going to blame Fuyuhiko and call him a worthless POS even knowing he's been hospitalized and didn't actually perform the killing... and then shee simultaneously blames Mahiru for standing up to him. Hiyoko makes some claim about "Big Sis didn't have to die for nothing!", and I figure Nekomaru is there to lecture her about it and tell her that, NO, Mahiru did die for something — she died for her convictions. Mahiru went to the Beach House to confirm whether Fuyuhiko killed her friend and then - even knowing she was alone with a criminal and murderer - she still maintained the conviction to angrily tell Fuyuhiko how wrong his actions were. And even though she confronted Fuyuhiko over this, she never became violent or aggressive with him in response. She didn't want revenge. She went there out of righteousness, seeking some form of justice. She died for what she believed in.

Of course, Hiyoko seemingly blows him off after this moment. Her facial expression reveals that this little speech does trouble her, but aloud, she just insists that Nekomaru is (appropriately enough?) utterly full of crap.

From here, things progress as normal up until Ibuki's concert, the panicked announcement that Akane is fighting Monokuma, and then - when Nekomaru is ready and willing to jump in front of Akane to save her life, leaving him at death's door - that shakes Hiyoko even further. It causes her to question her attitude even more. Big Sis met alone with someone she knew was a killer... just because she had to tell him he was wrong? Nekomaru jumped in front of a clearly deadly attack... just to protect somebody else, knowing what it'd do to him?

This is all leading up to my main idea: When the "Despair Disease" hits everyone soon thereafter, Akane isn't going to have the "coward" affliction. That was the most useless incarnation of the Despair Disease. Instead, it's Hiyoko who will get *drumroll* the "honesty" affliction. This is my shortcut to making Hiyoko suddenly more sympathetic. Someone who was always self-centered and shitty to others, who is finally being confronted by people who value some things more than themselves... is now going to be unable to keep her thoughts and feelings to herself.

After an initial panic/freakout at breakfast, we visit Hiyoko in the hospital, where she's verbalizing everything she's thinking. She admits how much she respected and looked up to Mahiru for being so responsible, even though she's nothing like that herself. But the way she felt that admiration for Mahiru made her wonder if she might be wrong to always treat people like they're beneath her or just exist to serve her. But then she says that she doesn't want to let people rely on her or get close to her anyway! It's too dangerous, and she's obviously too valuable to be put at risk! (This is, of course, a connective thread to the FTE where she references her family being targeted by conspiracies and assassinations.) Isn't that true of anyone with a skill passed through their family? Or... maybe anyone with an ultimate talent? They're inherently precious resources, right? But then again, she now feels that if Mahiru -- and then Nekomaru, too -- were wiling to risk their lives for things they felt conviction in, does that mean she might be wrong about making herself her lone priority? Does that mean she might be wrong to just make people wait on her by acting like a little kid...and to treat people like dirt when they're willing to spend time with her? What if it's really possible to find things in life that are more valuable than yourself? Even worse: What if she's not inherently more valuable than somebody else? And if she might be wrong about that, then what does that mean about... everything... that she's ever said and done?!

At this point, the rambling Hiyoko will just explode into tears, leaving Hajime completely flummoxed. Mikan comes in to check on on her, and Hiyoko starts rambling again - much to Mikan's initial shock. This time Hiyoko's like "My confidence and my talent and my bloodline always made me feel superior to you and the fact that you acted so weak made it easy to control you and abuse you and it made me feel powerful and that made me even more confident but maybe it was wrong for me to feel so much better than you even though that's what my grandmother always said I should believe but now I feel guilty and I've never felt guilty and how do I even cope with this-" After her initial flop-sweat panic at Hiyoko's aggressive ramblings, Mikan finally shifts into full nurse mode and shushes her before taking her vitals.

Much like giving Komaeda the lying disease let us reveal quite a few things about him, we can abuse this gimmick as much or as little as we want. The point is that we're infusing doubt and guilt into her behavior JUST in time.

As an added bonus, let's say that Hiyoko DOESN'T go to the club that night to fix her kimono. She doesn't need to, because she's in a hospital gown anyway. No... Hiyoko sees Mikan leaving the hospital that night, and Hiyoko feels driven to follow her and finally apologize. As a result, she gets there before Mikan has set up the whole scene, meaning that she doesn't see dead Ibuki. Mikan is, of course, going to have to kill Hiyoko regardless, but it's not an instant emergency where Mikan has to shut her up right away, so we can drag it out a little more, letting Hiyoko unload her feelings.

And in the face of Hiyoko asking for forgiveness, Mikan just slashes her goddamn throat.

(Of course, none of these details about Hiyoko's murder will come out until we're at the point where Mikan has admitted everything at the end of the trial. That's when she'll tell everyone the circumstances of Hiyoko's death. It's always good to punctuate a trial with an extra moment of emotion in the denouement, and the idea that Hiyoko would be killed while trying to better herself adds a good extra sprinkle of tragedy).

In truth, it always bugged me that when Mikan kills Hiyoko, it's not connected in any way to how Hiyoko always treated her. It's just because Hiyoko stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time and was a witness to things Mikan didn't want her to see. So, ok, Mikan was only planning to kill Ibuki, and we can still make Hiyoko an "accident." But now it's more than just an unlucky moment of witnessing something she shouldn't have seen - it's a crime of passion, because the idea of Hiyoko wanting "forgiveness" after YEARS of calling her a disgusting pig-barf whore just makes Despair Mikan so damn ANGRY. (And it has the added benefit of making Tsumiki's "Forgive meeeeee" pleadings even more hypocritical of her. Everybody loves a villain to also be a hypocrite.)

Obviously, none of this is going to be as effective as seeing Fuyuhiko get four straight chapters of positive portrayal. But the important thing is that we see that she's capable of change, that we learn that she actually can feel guilt and learn something about responsibility - that we know for sure she has that potential to become better. None of that is really present in the existing narrative. And yes, there's probably no way she could've taken these steps so quickly without the Despair Disease giving her the push, but regardless, she does take the steps.

.....wow, I went on way too long. That's probably... more than enough. Yeah.

Sorry for the lengthy ramble.

#anon #ask #danganronpa #hiyoko saionji #dr2 spoilers #danganronpa 2: goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 #dr2 #rewriting

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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hi dana.. if it’s possible can i request some angsty wangsty based on niki la la lost you with eric🥺 and ughh i really love your writing like crazyyyyy

♥ title: la la lost you in april [also part of @sunlightwoo ‘s 12 Months I Loved You collaboration project]

♥ member: tbz eric

♥ genre: f2l, ex! eric x fem! reader, model! eric [SFW!]

♥ warnings: swearing, some mentions of sex [like, once i think]

♥ wc: 3.4k

♥ a/n: sis when i first heard the song I absolutely loved how you used 'angsty wangsty' so I hope this one does it for you the way you imagined it <3 [fyi i wrote it in like, a camcorder recording audio format which is something i’m trying out so please hmu on whether it’s difficult to read/understand!]

[REC: APRIL 2, 2019 - 6:39PM] SOLO LOG #1

Are you seeing this? This is the most beautiful sunset I’ve seen. I gotta get a shot of this-

Hey! Hey! I could help you take a picture with the sunset if you want to!

Oh! Would- Would you? That’d be great!

Of course!

...

Here. Is it alright?

Yeah, yeah, it’s cool! Thank you so much!

Are you recording something? Is it a- Are you vlogging? Are you a vlogger?

Yeah, no... I’m actually on a solo trip for a bit.

Oh, where are you from?

Just the next state.

Ah! You’re taking a break off... life then? I assume? Sorry if that came out weird.

No! No no! It’s alright! Yeah, I just needed a short break from... y’know, school and everything. My semester ended pretty early on so I took the chance to come out here and... see some new sights, meet some new people.

I get that. Well, for a start, what’s your name?

Oh, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you! And you?

I’m Eric.

[REC: APRIL 4, 2019 - 10:34PM] SOLO LOG #2

It is the 4th of April, 2019. I know, I know, I’m meant to do a daily vlog for all the 50 days I’m here but... it’s been... wow. Um... so I met Eric, the first day I touched down. The beach is just, about a 10 minute walk down and the sunsets are absolutely gorgeous. But uh... call me a fool and say that I’m living in the clouds but- what are the chances?

He’s funny, he’s such a great person to be around with y’know? Never a moment of like, awkwardness or stress and my God, look at me talking about a boy like that, though I met him 2 days ago.

...

Um, he’s a freelance model. For those freelance shoots by UNIQLO or Target or something and he complains about the pay sometimes, but he looks good infront of a camera, so he’s... actually the one who won at life, really.

I’m not seeing him soon because he’s got a shoot out of town and he’ll be back next week. But I did get his number and he’s been texting me since.

...

Wouldn’t it be funny if we end up together and then I have this whackass of a reel to show him? Jesus... I need to stop getting ahead of myself here. Freakin’ living in the clouds, aren’t I?

...

Anyway, I’m gonna go and see if I can get my weird projector shit up and working. See you.

[REC: APRIL 7, 2019 - 5:14AM] SOLO LOG #3

It is... 5am... uh, April 7th- and I was just binging FRIENDS through the night, waiting for the sunrise before I get some shut eye and then... Eric just asked me out. Oh my God! Um, he’s coming back this Thursday and I’ll go see him at the airport before we go get dinner.

It was really funny ‘cause he had to wake up early for a shoot today and so his day has just begun but mine’s coming to an end and I just- I’m rambling so much, it’s kinda- it’s kinda sad, isn’t it?

I think I’m too happy to sleep right now so I’m just gonna text him some more before the sun rises- oh! He replied!

...

Anyway, I’m gonna go and finish up this last episode before sleeping. Hopeful I can sleep. Bye!

[REC: APRIL 11, 2019 - 4:28PM] SOLO LOG #4

I am on my way out right now to go meet Eric at the airport, and I’m... it’d be an understatement to say that I’m excited. I know I’ve only known him for like, 2 days before he left but... I miss him. Is that possible? Missing someone despite knowing them for 2 days?

Anyway, I gotta go. Don’t wanna be late to see him.

[REC: APRIL 13, 2019 - 10:23AM] SOLO LOG #5

Oh! Is that what you had-

Yeah! It’s the same camera!

What are you vlogging for, actually? Like-

Nothing, really. It’s just for my own usage-

Wait, you didn’t like set that up last night while we-

Oh, God, no! Who do you think I am?

I don’t know, I mean, we’ve known each other for... is it two weeks-

Just under two weeks-

Jeez-

I know, I know, oh my God.

...

I don’t regret it though. Yeah, like- I don’t really go down to the beach that often in the first place and it just- it just so happened that you were there that day and I saw you struggling with this old thing-

I was not struggling!

Yeah you were!

I wasn’t-

I’m kidding! Gosh, you’re so cute.

...

Are you gonna have the camera recording while this carries on?

I forgot it was on-

One day we’re gonna accidentally make a sex tape-

Eric!

[REC: APRIL 17, 2019 - 1:15AM] SOLO LOG #6

-ould you pass me the hot water?

Mm? What?

The kettle over on the counter. Careful, it’s hot. Yeah, thanks.

Do you need help with-

It’s just instant noodles, sweet. Doubt I need a diploma for this. You’re recording again?

Yeah, does it bother you?

No, no, ‘course not. Though that means I can’t really do whatever I want to now.

What does that mea-

...

I can... still taste that bit of milk tea you had just now-

Could you tell it’s zero sugar?

I don’t think that matters, it’s still sweet and not great for your health to have that so much.

Aw, and yet you’re the one who suggested noodles at this timing, yeah?

You were hungry too!

...

Here, it’s done. Help me get the bowls?

Did you even wash these?

Yeah, I did. If you don’t trust me, you can run them under the water for a bit.

Mhm. Here.

If it’s not enough, we can call for Macs.

Y’know, I’ve never had Macs past midnight back at home.

What? Really? Well, when you get back in May, would you try?

Yeah, why not? Maybe I’ll do that when I’m back in school.

...

What date is it today?

April... hold on, um, 17. Careful, that’s hot.

...

When are you leaving again?

May 22.

Are you planning on coming back anytime soon after?

I don’t know. I have school to worry about and the only other time I can come back’s probably during winter break in November.

...

I won’t be around in November.

Mm? Why not?

I’m moving.

To where?

I’m not sure yet, but I need to move depending on whether I get it and where the shoot’s at.

Shoot? It’s a big project, huh?

Yeah, it’s- it’s a pretty big deal.

...

I’ll- Let me just go and...

[REC: APRIL 20, 2019 - 7:49PM] SOLO LOG #7

-idn’t have to!

No, c’mon! It’s such a great time to get this on camera! Come on, tell us what just happened!

Well, I just scored a huge model contract with Calvin Klein - in Manhattan.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I’m so fucking proud of you, oh my God! Can you believe it-

No, fuck off, I can’t either!

Oh! Calvin Klein!

...

I swear, you’re an angel sent to me-

Fuck off!

I’m serious! it’s so timely- I just can’t- I’m just so happy to have met you.

...

Well, you heard it first here, ladies and gentlemen. Eric Sohn is a new model for Calvin Klein - Manhattan.

[REC: APRIL 21, 2019 - 12:40PM] SOLO LOG #8

It is 12.40pm... April 21st, 2019. I’m finally back in my apartment after crashing at Eric’s for the last... 10 days? I think it was 10 days. My clothes were running out and I didn’t want to hike up his water bills so I just came back and- y’know did my own laundry.

...

Well, it’s- it’s been an absolute dream. The last thing I expected to... have, or meet? Here, is Eric. Um, but I know I’m probably going to regret this. Especially when May 22 comes. Uh... this is... it’s real bad. I mean, we’re great, y’know? But... it’s bad, because I know it’ll hurt. Like a bitch. When my time here is up, and I gotta go back to my reality, and Eric’s gotta stick to his.

We haven’t really talked about it. May. I don’t think he wants to, and I don’t think I want to either. 50 days is too short. Either that, or I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. I shouldn’t have gone to the beach that day, in that hour.

...

I just wish we had more time. I wish 24 hours were... maybe about 100 seconds more per minute. Does that make sense? 160 seconds per minute. Then again, I don’t think that’d solve my problem. I’ll still be on a ticking... time bomb.

...

I know I shouldn’t say this. I know I can’t. I know I can’t afford to. But... I... I love him. I love Eric. With every... bit of me. It’s so... disgustingly cliché, but I feel so... comfortable with him. There’s really nothing we’d fight about, and even if we disagreed on something, we’d play it off like a debate, then forget about it the next day.

...

I love him. I do. And I’m going to regret this later. Without a doubt.

...

[REC: APRIL 27, 2019 - 2:02AM] SOLO LOG #9

-ou can see the stars?

I don’t know, that’s why I’m trying, sweet.

...

Can you see them?

Yeah, maybe if I just turn this ISO- Oh! I can kinda see the North Star-

Oh! Yeah, you can! It’s really feint though.

Right.

It’s okay, we can just lay it down here-

On the grass? Will your camera be fine?

Yeah, yeah, or else you can just put in on top of my bag- here.

...

Here, can you see me? Am I in frame?

Yeah, you’re in frame.

Okay, great. Now get over here!

...

I can taste the smoothie you had just now.

Too sweet?

A little.

...

Oh my God! Put me down! Oh- not there! It’s ticklish- AHHHHH!

...

y/n, I have something to tell you.

Mm? What is it?

...

Hello? Earth to Eric?

I... I love you. So much... and I can’t bear to see you go in May.

Oh, Eric...

No, I- I don’t want you to stay- or even think about it, ‘cause, you have your priorities and I have mine y’know...

Mhm.

I just... I just wished we had more time.

I do too. I really do.

...

Eric?

Hm?

I love you too.

...

[REC: MAY 1, 2019 - 4:23AM] SOLO LOG #10

1st May. 4...30? Am? I believe. Um, Eric’s sound asleep in his bed and I couldn’t sleep so I decided to do a log.

...

I have... 3 weeks left. 4 weeks have gone past just like that, and I don’t know what to think about it. I came for a 50-day retreat. No stress, just myself and peace and quiet and tranquility and yet-

...

I- I don’t know if I can do this.

...

[REC: MAY 7, 2019 - 3:58PM] SOLO LOG #11

So, Eric’s in shoot right now and I’m on the way into the studio with some donuts and coffee to surprise him. I called his manager and asked if it was okay so- I’m pretty psyched to see his workspace.

...

Hi, I’m y/n, I’m here to visit Eric?

Ah, okay! Hold on, let me just get you signed in with the pass-

Count me in!

You sure? This Saturday at the prep-party?

Yeah- Oh!

Eric!

y/n! What are you doing here?

I wanted to surprise you. Am I... interrupting anything?

Oh, not at all!

You must be y/n! Eric’s told me so much about you!

Did he? And you are...?

I’m Chelsea! I’ve been attached to the same Calvin Klein contract he recently got, so you could say we’re colleagues!

Well, nice to meet you! Oh, right, these donuts and coffee are meant for you guys actually!

Oh! You’re too kind! Eric, you’re such a lucky man.

I know, she’s just... everything.

Anyway, thank you so much for these. I’ll bring them back down to the studio for the crew to share. But Eric’s pretty much done for the day actually, so you guys can leave if you want to!

Are you sure? Don’t you need help downstairs with the equipment?

No, no! It’s fine, there’re more than enough people downstairs. Go have your date, and maybe you can bring her along with you for the prep-party this weekend!

What’s the prep-party... preparing for?

Oh, you’re so adorable! It’s a prep-party for the end-of-May shoot we’re gonna have. it’s a collab with DAZED so it’s a pretty big project.

You never told me you were involved in a collab with DAZED.

I was gonna tell you today.

He has been pretty busy recently, maybe slipped his mind. Anyway, thank you so much for the donuts and I’ll hope to see you at the pier this Saturday, mm?

Yeah, sure. Thanks Chels.

No problem! It was so nice to meet you, y/n, I’ll see you Saturday!

Okay, bye!

Bye, Chelsea! It was nice to meet you!

Bye!

...

Sweet, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?

I wanted it to be a surprise. I thought you said you’d end pretty late?

The filming was cut short because the shots were better than expected so we ended early.

Oh, I wanted to film you while you were at work.

You have that on?

Yeah- why?

No, just wondering.

Are you uncomfortable?

No, no, it’s just... I really didn’t expect you to come to the studio.

...

[REC: MAY 11, 2019 - 11:12PM] SOLO LOG #12

It’s 11:12pm, 11th May, 2019. 11 days to departure.

...

I... saw... Chelsea and Eric... um, out by the garage-

...

Well, I guess... it looked like they were just... having a really good talk. Or something.

...

I left. I couldn’t watch it. So, I left without telling Eric. I did tell his boss that I wasn’t feeling well and I had to leave first.

...

I guess this is the part where I regret it, isn’t it? Um... I don’t know... how... I’m gonna explain this to him when I see him again. Which is supposed to be- um- the rest of the night. I was supposed to go back to his place with him and I’ll stay for the weekend before I come back to pack my things, so-

...

y/n, are you home?

...

shit.

y/n, I know you’re home. I heard you talking. Open the door, I need to talk to you.

...

[REC: MAY 12, 2019 - 2:00AM] SOLO LOG #13

...

I look like shit, don’t I? God, my eyes hurt like a bitch.

...

I don’t think I need to say what just happened for you to guess what just happened, right? This... says it all.

...

Fuck.

...

I shouldn’t have come here. How did- How did my retreat turn out- turn out like this?

...

This is- This is too much. Too much in too short... of a time.

...

I don’t think... I don’t think I can do it. Not anymore.

...

[REC: MAY 19, 2019 - 9:59AM] SOLO LOG #14

It’s May 19th, 2019, almost 10am. I just came back from a morning walk by the beach just to... reminisce a little before I leave on Wednesday.

...

I... haven’t seen Eric since the prep-party. I blocked him and I told him not to come over, though I think he has, like, a few times. I thought I heard someone come up to my door, but he never knocked.

...

So, this is how it ends, huh? A 50-day romance cut short like that. Into about, 40?

...

It’s crazy to think that I had... the experience of a whole relationship in 40 days. I definitely did not sign up for that when I booked this 50-day retreat.

...

It was fun while it lasted, though. It was. I don’t think I’d find anybody else like Eric, and I guess it just sucks that it had to end like that. Things happen, right? That aren’t... in our control.

...

[REC: MAY 21, 2019 - 8:07PM] SOLO LOG #15

May 21st. About 8pm. I leave in about 15 hours.

...

All my stuff’s packed. Definitely more things to bring home than I brought here. Half of these things were bought by Eric and given to me. I’m... actually not sure if I should bring them back.

...

I don’t- I just don’t think I’d have the heart to throw them away.

...

Nor look at them when I’m home.

...

Should I even bring this camera home? Maybe I should wipe your memory before I bring you home, hmm?

...

It feels like a dream, doesn’t it? Everything that’s happened. It feels like a fever dream. Maybe when I’m finally home, I’d wake up and it’d be the day I come here.

...

Maybe.

...

[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 10:03AM] SOLO LOG #16

-ny more luggage?

Nope.

Alright then, I think you’re all set. You still have about an hour’s time before the gates are open so you can get a cup of coffee or something, yeah?

Okay, thank you!

Have a nice flight ma’am.

Thanks.

...

Good evening ma’am, can I check your boarding pass?

Yeah, sure.

...

Okay, you’re good to go. Have a safe flight.

Thank you!

...

[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 11:34AM] SOLO LOG #17

It is about 11.30am and I’m on the flight, and here’s the view outside. Sky’s pretty clear and this thing says that the weather’s great so, it should be a smooth flight without turbulence.

...

This is it. This is really it.

...

Um-

Hi, ma’am, I’m gonna need you to keep your camcorder.

Oh! Yeah, sure, sure, sorry!

[REC: APRIL 2, 2020 - 12:48AM] ERIC LOG #1

Wow, this is... weird. How did you do this last year?

...

Um, hi. y/n. If you’re watching this then I’ve somehow managed to get this synced into your camera by some weird... bluetooth, iCloud shit that Felix helped me figure out.

...

It’s been a year. And... I just thought you should... see this, or hear me out, at least. I know we didn’t end on the best terms... and I’m sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you for being unreasonable for something that was... suspicious. I should’ve understood.

...

I should’ve been there. To see you off. And I’m sorry I didn’t. I... was scared, that I wouldn’t be able to let you go if I went to send you off. I was a coward. I still am.

...

But I do want you to know that... those 50 days were the best days of my life. Albeit it ended horribly, but nothing could... nothing- nothing will ever replace what happened last April.

...

I said I love you and... I still do. Every day I think about you and your smile and your voice and- and I cry to sleep... worrying that I’d forget how you sound like, or how you laugh and how... how you smell like. My bed smelt like you even after you left.

...

I just- I love you. And I miss you. And I’d do anything to go back to what we had. I’d do anything to get- to get you back.

...

I’m sorry.

...

the clip comes to an automatic stop. the white triangle slapped onto the screen, begging you to play it again. you look up from the screen, watching the famous calvin klein ad that hasn’t stopped playing in the last month.

he hasn’t changed one bit. not his hair, not his smile, not his voice.

it’s a bittersweet pot of memory stashed in the back of your head when the memories flood back. looking back down at the camera, you count back the days - it was synced just last night.

the pile of tissues by your thighs are carelessly huddled into the bin next to your feet, mentally berating yourself for going through the memory instead of formatting it.

you stand, fingers shutting the screen back onto its body with a soft click. the tv blacks out when you press the red button on its remote.

you’re halfway into your kitchen when there’s a knock at your door, and you immediately gasp, blinking rapidly.

“oh, it’s my fucking projector!”

rushing to the door, you don’t hesitate to get the door open.

and yet, like the heavens were providing you with all the light to stop you from doubting yourself, your lungs empty themselves like vacuums.

your heart stops.

your breathing stops.

“eric... what are you doing here?”

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A fluffy little one-shot for @efkgirldetective's summer of jily week two prompt: swimming with friends // Today we're younger than we're ever gonna be <3

“What in Merlin’s name is that smell?” gagged Sirius, bringing his towel up to cover his nose.

Mary swotted him with a bright green foam noodle. “That’s just the chlorine, you knob. It’s a chemical Muggles use to keep the water clean.”

“The water’s not clean?” squeaked Peter, his beady eyes widening.

“Take a look around Pettigrew,” laughed Mary, gesturing wildly. “There are about a trillion little kids running around with saggy trunks and juice-stained mouths, it’s not exactly the Prefect’s bathroom here.”

The group of teenagers took a moment to survey their surroundings. Sirius was right, the thick summer air reeked of chlorine wafting from unnaturally electric blue swimming pools, packed with screaming children, brightly colored floaties, and haggard parents. Behind the main pool, reaching up to the sky, stood two impressive slides, winding and bending in every direction before opening up into a smaller basin. Once every minute, the slide discarded a new, squealing child into the water with an eruptive splash.

Lily eyed the Muggle kids with some trepidation. “Are we too old to be here?” she asked, eyes shifting as she clutched her copy of Herbology for Potioneers a little closer to her chest. “It feels like everyone else is about a decade younger than us.”

“Don’t worry too much about that, Evans,” said James, a bright smile aimed in her direction. “Today we’re younger than we’re ever going to be, anyway!” He nudged her affectionately, resulting in a rosy hue that spread across her cheeks as their bare shoulders made contact.

“Alright,” announced Remus after barely dodging a rogue beach ball, “let’s find a place to put our towels before these buggers realize we’re easy targets.”

They managed to snag a row of plastic lounge chairs beside the wave pool to dump their belongings on before Sirius set his sights on the towering waterslides across the park.

“You said these slides were crazy fast, right MacDonald?” Sirius asked, a dangerous gleam in his eye.

“They’re the fastest in Britain,” grinned Mary, tossing her sunnies aside. “And you get some serious air on your way out, it’s the closest thing Muggles have to flying, I’d argue.”

Lily tensed and quickly diverted her attention to her book, though her eyes remained still as she stared at the pages. Almost no one noticed her sudden discomfort.

“That’s bloody brilliant,” grinned Sirius. “Last one to the top has to buy us a round of those mushie drinks.”

“They’re called slushies, Padfoot.”

“Call them whatever you want, Moony, but I want a blue one.” Sirius discarded his t-shirt onto a chair and kicked off his sandals in preperation. “Prongs, do you think we could convince the lifeguards to let us go down the slides together?”

But James wasn’t paying attention to Sirius. “Nah, go ahead without me,” he said, eyes trained on Lily as she continued intently staring at her book. “I think I’m gonna start out a little slower with the lazy river. Evans, care to keep me company?”

Lily’s eyes snapped up to see Sirius’ dropped jaw, Mary’s raised eyebrows, and James’ steady smile.

“Oh,” she said, her voice finding a higher octave than usual, “sure, I could join you.”

“Fine,” grumbled Sirius, pulling the others along with him, “but I’m coming to find you at that dopey river after our first round on the slides. I won’t let you be boring all day, Prongs.”

James shrugged, barely paying the others any mind as he extended a hand to Lily. She watched their friends saunter off before accepting his help to stand up.

“Hold on there, Evans,” said James, plucking her book from her hands and tossing it back onto their pile of towels, “I can’t have you doing homework; today is all about having fun!”

“Then why aren’t you going with the others to the slides?”

He paused, considering her question with a smile. “Because you’re way more fun than a couple of waterslides.”

Before she had a chance to respond, James pulled her away from the chairs and towards the center of the park, their bare feet slapping against sizzling cement as they navigated around young children and indifferent lifeguards.

The lazy river lived directly across from the concession stand, perfectly situated for parents who wanted to keep an eye on their floating kids while they enjoyed a cool beer and a basket of hot chips. The river wound itself around an impressive structure resembling a fairytale castle, complete with canons that sprayed water onto passerbys and waterfalls that poured over plastered mountainsides and into its surrounding moat.

At the water’s edge sat a pile of tubes, growing hot under the unrelenting midday sun. James released Lily’s hand to secure them two floats, missing her subtle disappointed huff at the loss of his grip when he turned his back on her. But by the time he handed over her tube, she’d managed to rearrange her face into a neutral smile.

“After you, Evans,” he said with a little bow, extending an arm towards the gently rolling river.

She rolled her eyes at the exaggerated chivalry, but stepped forward nonetheless, carefully placing her tube in the water and lowering herself into the center. The water, cool and refreshing, lapped against her backside and kissed her heels as she hung her legs over the tempered rubber.

James took a different approach, choosing to throw his own tube unceremoniously into the water before giving himself a running start to cannonball onto it. Lily screeched as he nearly jumped directly on top of her.

“You prat!” she laughed, splashing water on his face, covering his glasses in little droplets.

“You know you love me,” he teased, a glint in his eye.

The pink glow that spread across her cheeks could have passed as a light sunburn, but the way James’ eyes flashed suggested he’d picked up on the truth. His dimples appeared despite the attempt to keep his grin at bay.

“So, Potter,” she started, choosing to change the subject, “what drew you to the lazy river, other than the obvious similarities you share?”

James drove an imaginary dagger into his chest. “You wound me, Evans! But if you must know, I thought it’d be the perfect place to chat with you.”

If the river’s current hadn’t continued pulling them along, Lily might have thought time had stood still. “To chat?”

“Yeah,” he responded as though it were obvious, “the playground would be too noisy with all the kids running around, it seems like we would’ve spent more time underwater than above it at the wave pool, and the hot tubs are simply not weather appropriate.”

“With me?”

It was finally James’ turn to look surprised. “Of course! I’ve spent my whole summer mucking about with the boys, but I’ve hardly seen you since Peter’s party and I missed talking with you.”

Lily tried passing off her pleased burst of laughter as a scoff. “I always forget how forthright you are.”

“I’m an open book,” he replied, sticking her with a pointed stare she couldn’t see as she averted her own gaze, attempting to hide her growing blush he had already clocked.

“I wish I could be more like that,” she spoke to the distance, to the cloudless expanse of sky, hoping it would relay the message to the boy whose intertube continued bouncing rhythmically against her own as they traveled in endless circles.

“As a kid,” she continued, “I loved playgrounds. Gravity melted away when I sailed off swings and soared through slides, when my magic took over before I even knew what I was. But the uncontrollable flying always scared my parents, so when my family visited parks, I’d be kept on the sidelines, hidden away to avoid causing a scene. I guess I got pretty good at hiding.”

“Do you want help practicing?”

Lily jerked her attention back to James and his easy eyes, his ruffled hair. “What?”

“Do you want help practicing being an open book?” he repeated simply. “I happen to be an expert and I’d be happy to lend my talents.”

His cheeky grin earned him a light splashing and an only-slightly-exasperated huff. “You know what, fine. Teach me your ways, Potter.”

“Alright,” he said, eyes brightening as he adjusted his position on his tube to face her more fully, “we’ll start with easy questions and then get gradually harder from there. The only rule is that you have to answer honestly.”

Lily sunk slightly into the hole of her intertube, but nodded, resting her chin on her folded arms, fingers mindlessly dipping in and out of the passing water below.

“First off, who is your best friend?”

“That’s your easy question?” Lily guffawed.

“What?” asked James, watching her curiously. “I already know the basics. Your favourite colour is forest green, you like chocolate biscuits best, and your sister is a piece of work. Now, who is your best friend?”

“Mary, I guess?” said Lily, brows furrowed slightly. “We immediately clicked since we first met, what with us both being Muggleborn, and after Sev was out of the picture…”

“I’m familiar with this part,” James grimaced, his focus shifting to his fingernails. “So, next question. If you had to be sorted into a different house, which one would you choose?”

“Hufflepuff,” she responded without blinking. “Closest to the kitchens, obviously. Next question.”

“Respectable,” he chuckled. “How about… do you prefer Butterbeer or Firewhiskey?”

She paused, catching his eye for longer than she’d planned. “You probably already know the answer.”

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards with a jolt of hope. “Butterbeer spiked with Firewhiskey?”

“Butterbeer spiked with Firewhiskey.”

James leaned forward slightly, his arm extending absentmindedly to reach for the cloth handles on Lily’s tube to pull her closer. “Like the ones we made at Peter’s birthday party last month?”

Their hands mingled together in the water between their tubes, pruned fingers brushing against each other as the current pushed them together. “Exactly like the ones from Peter’s birthday.”

He was near enough to count every sunkissed freckle spattered across her nose. She could practically fall into his growing dimples.

“Oi, Prongs!” came the disappointing voice of Sirius Black from the concession stand’s picnic tables. “You can’t hide from us all day, mate!”

“Maybe not,” James called back, a lopsided smirk sliding across his face, “but I can try!”

Before Sirius had a chance to respond, James sunk through the center of his intertube and disappeared under the water’s surface. Lily peered into the river, wondering if he could have possibly brought his Invisibility Cloak with him to the park, but her thoughts were quickly interrupted when a hand grabbed her ankle under the water. It tugged lightly, willing her out of her tube and into the depths of the lazy river.

Once fully submerged in the water, Lily squinted her eyes open to see her new surroundings, blue like the sky with ripples of sunlight refracting through the flowing stream, circular shadows overhead from the tubes they left on the surface, roaming away like drifting clouds searching for different horizons. A hand found her arm and spun her around, bringing her face to face with James, his glasses attempting an escape into the river’s flow, tiny air bubbles escaping through his nose and growing smile.

He pulled her across the width of the river, through a shower of bubbles from the underside of a waterfall, and into still water again before finally leading them both to the surface. They broke back into the world with gasping breaths and laughter, finding themselves in a dark, quiet alcove behind one of the castle’s waterfall features. The lazy river continued on as they stood together in their hidden cave, separated only by a wall of tumbling water. Despite no longer being pulled by the river’s current, the two found themselves drifting closer and closer to one another.

“Do you have any more questions?” asked Lily, her whisper echoing around and joining in with the soft roar of the waterfall.

James tried to control the beating of his heart, which must have been reverberating all around their little retreat based on how loudly he heard it pounding in his ears.

He cleared his throat. “Did you want me to kiss you that night at Peter’s party?”

She inhaled sharply. “Yes. Next question.”

“Do you want me to kiss you now?”

“Yes.”

She barely got the word out before James’ lips found hers, crashing down like a wave against the shore, pulling them into a riptide of racing hearts, fluttering eyelashes, and sighing breaths. They kissed and kissed and kissed until their heads spun, either drunk off the thrill of new beginnings or thoughts of Firewhiskey-spiked Butterbeer. Or possibly it was the intoxicating combination of magic mixed with chlorine.

#summerofjily #jily fic #jily #i wanted to float on a lazy river #so i decided to live vicariously through lily and james #emma these prompts are so good!!#this was super fun #and also the perfect distraction from the excessively depressing remus chapter of tiny photographs #lily evans #james potter #yada yada yada #<3

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inuma-kiss · 3 years

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EXCEPTION.

summary gojo reminisces the three times leading up to when he fell in love with you.

characters gojo satoru, gn reader.

format drabble / fic.

word count unknown (will add later, im super lazy rn)

contains fluff, highschool au flashbacks, mutual pining (but like,,,,, theyre in the flashbakcs?????), basically 3/4 of the story is flashbacks, little angst.

i figured i wanted to get more written stuff out before preparing for my bnha smau that i still have to plan and outline buuuttttt here ya go :D

It’s like it was yesterday, when the Gojo Satoru fell in love with you. Despite the fact that time seemed to pass that quickly, his feelings towards you only changed drastically like that in high school, way before his time as a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

The first time Gojo had an idea of his feelings towards you was during the week of his school’s sports festival in his first year of highschool when he had gotten into a fight. You nor Gojo don’t recall him ever telling you what the fight was about, but you never pushed on the topic, and Gojo never made an effort to remember. The man — who was just a boy back then — was ever so careless, but who was he to think about his actions? You were always there to keep him in check, and that time wasn’t an exception.

“How can you be so stupid sometimes, Toru?” You scold lightly, hand gripping tightly around his wrist as you drag him to the nurse’s office. Gojo’s face is plastered with a shit eating smirk, one you wish you could slap right off his chiseled yet developing features.

“And how can you be such a mom at such a young age, hm?” He teases, and you roll your eyes, pushing him into the nurse’s office, conveniently pushing him hard enough to get him to sit on one of the beds. His mouth is agape just a tiny bit from the shock of the force coming from your push, but he pushes that said shock to the back of his head as he watches you prance around the nurse’s office, trying to look for the first aid kit.

“Where is that stupid thing?” You speak to yourself, digging frustratingly through the cabinets. You sigh in relief once you find the kit, walking towards Gojo and pulling out a chair from the side. “Let me.” You say simply, eyes boring into his own bright blues. He nods, leaning forward and a little bit down to get his bruised forehead to your eye level.

You open the first aid kit and place it on a little tray table right beside you, taking out cotton, alcohol, some ointment, and bandages. You tend to his wounds, and as much as Gojo is thankful for the gesture, he can’t help but hiss every time the cotton meets with his fresh wounds, the alcohol reaching the depths of his wounds and creating a burn that even he couldn’t ignore.

“Sorry,” you pull back once you’ve finished cleaning out his wound, this time returning to his cuts with a prepared bandage. You place it gently on top of his cut, patting down lightly once you’ve placed it to secure it’s position, allowing his own body to do the rest of the healing. “At least we’re done though.” You smile, putting away the first aid kit but leaving it on the table, choosing to spend the rest of your free time staring at him instead of wasting time with putting away a stupid first aid kit.

“Thanks,” he comments, but you know better. You raise an eyebrow at him, voicing your suspicions, and Gojo just smiles, letting you know that he has no annoying intentions behind his rare voice of gratitude. You mentally shrug, relaxing your features, however instantly regretting it as a smirk pops up on your best friend’s features. “Mom.” He says, laughing out loud like a maniac at your reaction before questioning his own life as you chase him around the school in a fit of anger.

Gojo smiles at the memory. You and him were just kids, fresh highschoolers who had just left the obstacle of middle school. Although he never felt anything significant during that specific memory of his, he knew that his feelings started to bloom that day because when he got home, his heart started beating fast as his fingers grazed against his bandaged wound. A wound that you took care of and took the time to care for. And after that, Gojo was determined to make you tend to his wounds from that day on.

The second time Gojo had an idea of his feelings towards you was during the summer trip before the third year of highschool. Your friendship with him is still strong, in fact, stronger than ever, but all friendships come into conflicts at some points, and for you and Gojo, this time was one of them.

Gojo has always been popular among the student body. Males love hanging out with him while females love his personality and his looks. So, in other words, you can say that he has quite the reputation amongst the ladies, and as much as you want to say it doesn’t upset or bother you, it does.

I mean, how could you not? No female paid attention to your best friend for the entirety of both your lives, but once second year of high school had hit, all of a sudden it’s like the females knew of Gojo’s existence since forever.

“What?” You’re taken back, shock evident on your face as Gojo sheepishly scratches the back of his neck, making eye contact anywhere that isn’t your own.

“I’m sorry.” He says, still choosing to ignore your stare in effort of quieting the growing guilt inside of him. “I really wanted to walk around with you, but Nara said she—”

“—It’s fine.” You quickly shut him down, not wanting to hear anything else leave his mouth. He shuts up immediately, arms going down to rest on his sides before finally making eye contact with you. It’s obvious that he’s guilty, his eyes say it all. Those bright blue eyes you’ve always loved held some sort of darkness inside them as they start to gloss.

“A-Are you sure?” Gojo is hesitant. He knows you better than anyone, yet at this moment, why is he having so much trouble trying to figure you out?

“Yeah,” you shrug your shoulders, eyebrows furrowing lightly at the pang in your chest, targetting your heart as it started to beat heavily. It hurts. “You chose her, what right do I have to argue with that?” You ask before turning away, walking into the bus where students were chattering, expressing their excitement for the trip. Gojo stares at your back, watching as you sit far away from the seats that you and him had originally picked out. It hurts.

The trip lasted for a whole week, if Gojo remembers correctly. The only thing he actually remembered correctly was the fact that he barely spent time with you that week. He’s used to having you by his side most of the time, and the fact that he was in the same vicinity as you yet you were absent from his side, he didn’t like it. Foreign feelings are always a good thing, it helps you get accustomed to new things and set out for new adventures. However, this particular foreign feeling was one he never wished to feel ever again.

Oh, yeah. Nara. She’s this girl Gojo had met at the beginning of his second year of highschool. The two became close and eventually he asked her out midway into the school year. Now that Gojo thinks about it, his time with you was starting to fade away little by little once Nara came into the picture.

Obviously, you said nothing. You saw how happy he was with her, who are you to ruin that? It’s not like you were anything more than a bestfriend, but that’s what you think. Gojo sees you as something a lot more than a bestfriend, he just hasn’t come to terms with it yet.

On the last day of the trip, Gojo finds you stargazing on the beach. He was hanging out with Nara, but he needed fresh air after being inside all day, so he excused himself for a bit to walk to the beach. Thank god he did.

“Toru?” You acknowledge him after feeling his stare on your back lingering too long for comfort, chuckling to yourself when he responded with a blush adorning on his face, eyes widening and shoulders jumping in shock. “Idiot. Come sit with me.” You tease, patting the space besides you, and with hesitation, Gojo follows.

He doesn’t know what to say. During this whole week, Gojo swore he had a million things to say to you, but now that you’re here, sitting besides him under the pale moonlight as the waves crashed against both your feet, he feels as if all the vocabulary he knew in his life...disappeared.

Maybe that’s just your effect on him. Gojo is not too sure, but with the way you’re eyes are boring into his, he can’t help but let his heart speed up a bit.

“How are you and Nara?” You initiate the conversation, knowing that Gojo is overthinking himself. It’s a bad habit of his, and no matter how many times you tell him to calm down, his mind just runs amock, leaving you no choice but to watch out for him. But, it’s not like you hate watching out for him. It’s quite the opposite.

“We’re...” Gojo tears his head away from you, instead looking at the vast horizon of the dark sky, resting his elbows on his knees. “We’re okay.”

You smile despite the pain that grows inside you at his words, observing how his bright eyes soften at the thought of his girlfriend. You look away, hoping to qualm your overwhelming feelings for him, knowing it won’t do you any good.

You, however, miss the way Gojo turns back at you, eyes softening even more as he watches your silky skin glisten under the rays of the moon.

After that trip, Gojo remembers your relationship with him somehow changed. Back then, he can’t tell what the change was, but now that he’s an adult who’s had experiences, he’s very much aware what changed.

The third and final time Gojo had an idea of his feelings towards you was near the end of his third year of highschool. He was then a senior, still ever so popular. He was still with Nara, their relationship going on to one year, but he felt something off.

With his chest that used to tighten and warm up at the sound of her laugh, by the time the end of their third year comes around, he doesn’t get those same feelings anymore. Whenever Nara laughs, Gojo stays neutral, and that alarms him.

“Let’s go on a date tomorrow,” Nara approaches you and Gojo with a skeptical smile on her face. She ignores you completely, but you don’t react to it. After all, that’s how she always reacts whenever you came into the picture. It isn’t anything new.

“Okay.” Gojo smiles at her, but you can tell that his smile lacked the usual softness. “I’ll pick you up at 2?” He asks, and Nara nods, pulling him down for a quick kiss on the lips before skipping away happily as if she won a prize.

“She seems giddy.” You point out, and Gojo nods, his whole aura seeming to gloom as he stares at Nara laughing along with her friends. You furrow an eyebrow, hand touching the side of his arm to get his attention. “Hey, you okay?” You ask, and Gojo turns to you, mood lightening up as he nods. Sadly, you don’t notice the change in his attitude.

“Wanna go somewhere tomorrow?” Gojo asks, and you’re taken back, confusion lacing your features as you pull your hand away from his arm.

“Tomorrow? You literally just agreed to go on a date with Nara tomorrow.” You stare at him as his eyes widen in realization, and hope starts to settle in the pit of your stomach. Sadly, that said hope disappears once he laughs, waving his hand as if to dismiss you.

“Ah, my bad.” He shakes his head at himself. “I’m just tired.” He tries to play it off, and unfortunately, you take the bait and believe his lies. Adult Gojo wants nothing more than to slap the shit out of his and your highschool self, wishing that the both of you weren’t so blinded to your own stupidity.

Skipping to the next day, Gojo is tired. He’s mentally exhausted, and he wants nothing more than to go to your house and rant about everything. He doesn’t want to go on this date with Nara. In fact, he doesn’t wanna be with Nara at all. Gojo isn’t an asshole though, he would never leave Nara hanging like that.

So he gets up either way, walking to Nara’s house. The guilt in him starts to settle once he’s met with Nara’s cheerful face.

“Hey baby!” Nara giggles, instantly wrapping her arms around Gojo’s neck. “I feel like we haven’t gotten on a date in forever.” Nara says, gesturing for Gojo to come in her home as she lets go of his neck. Gojo doesn’t move an inch, however, and Nara stares at him in confusion, heart beating faster by the minute as realization starts to settle in the pit of her stomach.

“Nara, I...” Gojo clears his throat. “I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry. Something changed, I don’t know what, but I do know that I can’t keep you going like this. You deserve better, and I can’t provide that for you.” Gojo is quick to speak his feelings, knowing that one more second here means one less second with you.

Nara smiles, shocking Gojo. He didn’t expect such a reaction from her. He’s not sure what exactly was he expecting, but this definitely wasn’t it.

“I know.” Nara reassures him, a tear trickling down her face. “That’s why I’ve been pestering you about going on a date. I know something changed, you love [Name]. You always have, but I thought I could change something there. I should have known that I hold no place in your heart when they’re around.” Nara sighs as more tears fall down her face. Gojo stands there, taking it all in as he’s swallowing in guilt. Guilt and relief. “Just go. I’ll be fine.” Nara says, pushing Gojo out of her house and closing the door on him.

Gojo runs to your house, not caring that he’s getting tired. Nara keeps her back on her front door, sobbing into her hands, her heart empty knowing she just let go the man of her dreams for the sake of his happiness.

He’s getting close. You’re all Gojo is thinking about right now as he burns his energy, legs moving quick and fast. All those times that he was so miserable during PE was worth it, because now that it counts, it helps him get to you faster.

“Toru?” You open the door, face pulled into an expression of shock when you’re met with an exhausted Gojo, hands on his knees and back hunched over ass he tries to catch his breath. “Did you run here?” You chuckle, shaking your head at him. You pull him into your house, sitting him onto your couch while you grab a cold glass of water for him.

“Thanks,” Gojo smiles at you, taking the glass from you and swigs the water down his throat in one go. “Yeah, I, uh, ran here; have some things to say.” Gojo puts down the glass on the coaster before leaning back against the couch, eyes landing on yours.

You’re taken back by his statement. Recently, your conversations with Gojo have been cut short. They’re usually compiled with small hi’s and how are you’s. Type of conversations that people as close as you and Gojo wouldn’t have. Unless, you know, something happens between them.

“Okay, um...” You gulp nervously, eyes moving away from contact with his, shifting towards the glass that he settled on the coaster instead.

Gojo smiles, noticing the nerves that were starting to settle in your body. “I’m sorry.” He says, and your eyes widen, eyes shifting back to make eye contact with him. Yet, you don’t say anything, allowing Gojo to continue. “I’m sorry for treating you like you weren’t important to me. For, you know, leaving you to yourself when I’m your bestfriend and I’m supposed to be there for you.” Gojo fiddles with his fingers, stopping when you place your hand on top of his.

“Toru, it’s okay.” You say, wrapping your hand in his. “I understand, I do. I’m just your bestfriend, and Nara, she...she’s your girlfriend. I know where your priorities land and—”

“—That’s the thing.” He interrupts you. “You’re my priority, [Name]. Not Nara. I broke up with her.” You let go of his hand, putting them on your lap instead as you try to take in his words.

“What...what are you trying to say, Toru?” You ask, unaware of how your body is leaning closer to his in wishful hope. In your mind, you’re hoping that his words mean exactly what you think they do, and fortunate for you, they do.

“I’m in love with you.” Gojo says as simple as that before sitting up properly to pull you close to him, hands caging your face in between his palms while his lips crash against yours.

The two of you stay there, lips dancing with each other as you both savor the taste of each other’s lips, the sweet taste of love filling the air causing your heart to swell up in happiness.

Before you could control it, tears start spilling from the corner of your eyes, the feeling of happiness becoming too over whelming. Gojo pulls away after a good minute or two, staring at your face lovingly while he uses his thumbs to wipe away your salty tears.

“You’ve always been sensitive, dummy.” Gojo teases, pulling you into his chest and letting you hide your head into his warmth, nose inhaling his strong yet comforting cologne.

“Shut up.” You smack the side of his shoulder, attempting to pull away from his hold, only to be pulled back in by his strong arms. “I hate you.” You sniffle, earning a heartfelt laugh from Gojo.

Back to the present, Gojo is chuckling to himself while you give him a confused look, eyebrows furrowed as your fingers expertly work their way to bandage his face.

“What the hell are you laughing about?” You ask with suspicion, but Gojo waves you off. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to make you take care of his wounds, and even after ten years since that first time he realized the change of his feelings towards you, you’re here, taking care of his wounds. Only this time, not as a friend, but as his lover.

“Nothing. Just reminiscing.” Gojo smiles, feeling as if he was rewinding time with the way he’s remembering things. You give him one more look of your suspicions before rolling your eyes, slapping his bandaged wounds lightly to signal that you were done. He hisses a little, sending you a feign glare, and you respond with sticking out your tongue, pulling back when he tries to bite your tongue.

You turn your back against him to put away the first aid kit, the smile on Gojo’s face getting larger. Now that he thinks about it, that one time in his first year if highschool, Gojo is pretty sure that he got into that fight because some boys were talking bad about you.

It’s not like him to involve himself in situations like that, but you? You’re an exception.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo imagines #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #gojo x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #fics #f.soft

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amitlee · 3 years

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Withered Laughter

Heeeey guys long time no see. I got this idea from @dreamteamfluffz for a fic about Wither skeletons but they tickle players instead of killing them. One thing I’m going to mention before getting into this is that I changed an idea in my dummy thicc head so that instead of tickling them until the pass out or straight up die they just tickle the player until they are weakened.

Summary: Tubbo and Ranboo are doing a speed running challenge, Tubbo is sent into the nether alone to get blaze rods and gets a surprise.

Warnings: Swearing and tickling. Also the nether and mobs in it.

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“Tubbo. Portal. There. Go.” Ranboo pointed in the general direction while keeping up the bit of speed running talking instead of the actual game. He saw Tubbo look at him incredulously and decided he could spare one more word. “Please.”

Tubbo looked from the enderman to the portal “Yes. Me, you, go, let’s.” Tubbo walked over to the portal and got in, he paused and stepped out as he saw that his friend had not moved. “Ran? Whatcha doing?”

“Oh there you go, just break the bit. Break it right in half, bend it over your kne- ok I’m done. We can probably save time if we split up and get things from both worlds.” The tall boy explained after his playful rant.

Tubbo had never been too fond of the Nether, bad memories mixed and danger laced the uncharted terrains of the Underworld. Nonetheless, he was sure he could fend for himself long enough to get the items they needed. “You think so? I’ll do it but you have to promise that if I don’t come out in around 20 minutes to come help, ok? Do you remember last time when I got lost and had to trade my way back to the over world because of you mister? Who do you think I am, Jack Manifold?” Tubbo had never been able to keep a conversation very serious, one of the things Ranboo enjoyed about him most. He always managed to bring sunshine to every situation.

The pair agreed and went their separate ways.

Tubbo entered the Nether. Despite his distrust of the land, he could close his eyes and convince himself he was at the beach on a warm, sunny day. Perhaps there were children splashing around in the water or a family bonding over a picnic. He focused on these thoughts as he wrote down the coordinates of the portal and began the search for a fortress.

He was thankful for the golden boots he had forged before entering as he passed groups of peaceful piglins without having to break from his daydream. He continued his elaborate thoughts, he was walking in the sand -staying a safe distance from the water- he saw a life guard tower in the distance. He snapped out of his head and let himself see reality, it may have been upsetting if not for the nether fortress that was the life guard tower. He inwardly cheered and made his way into the fortress.

He was greeted by a chest with a saddle, nether warts, and a pair of golden leggings, but no blaze spawner. He started to make his way down the winding corridors while trying to remember what ways he had gone in case of emergency.

After 3 or so minutes of exploring without luck, he hit a dead end. “Damn” He spoke to himself and turned on his heals only to be met by a dark and boney figure looming over him. He shrieked and stumbled back a few paces, pulling out his sword. “Come at me, bitch.” Funny how he still attempted to keep his situations bright even when he was alone. Regardless, the Wither Skeleton didn’t seem affected by the presence of a weapon, be it Tubbos insults or his sword. It surged forward, gripping the boy firmly around the waist.

Tubbo began squirming immediately, he couldn’t believe he’d let himself get caught so easily, now he would have to respawn without his items and explain everything to Ranboo. He tried to turn around and swing as the wither skeleton but whipped around to face forward as he felt two hands squeeze his sides. No fucking way.

The hands continued to squeeze gently but firmly on the small boys sides, a metallic clang echoed as the sword fell to the ground. Tubbo wrapped his arms around himself much like a hug, what was meant for defense only seemed to trap his attackers hands in place. He resorted to confused giggles and continued squirming. He was enjoying the attention, however, with the combined weirdness of it being a mob doing the tickling and not knowing why it was happening in the first place, Tubbo was suspicious.

The smaller broke free of the Skeleton’s hold but panicked and backed himself into the corner while anticipation ate away at him, causing nervous giggle to flow like a river from his mouth. He turned to face the skeleton as he shrank into the corner with his hands up to block any moves. He successfully blocked the Skeleton’s first try by simply raising his hands, only to slam them back down when he felt kneading his stomach, what a dirty trick. He burst into laughter from such a weak spot being targeted.

“WAIHIHIHIT THIHihihis is strahahahange.” He calmed his wild laughter slightly and couldn’t help but melt. He’d always been soft for tickles, even though he was conflicted with the circumstances.

The kneading shifted down spots to his hips, rewarding his attacker with a squeak and higher pitch laughter. This spot was taken advantage of for a moment before the Wither Skeleton seemed to grow bored and try out other areas. Thighs were a mild spot but produced more squirming than other reactions, so they were ticked off the list.

The focus was soon back to his upper body as the Skeleton pinched from his hips up to his underarms and back down, watching for the best reaction. It was given as a spot on his lowest set of ribs were gently squeezed, the techniques varried from squeezing to vibrating the tips of their fingers into the small spots.

“NOHOHO! IT TIHI-TIHIHICKLES!” Tubbos face had a pink glow as he thought about how good he was being wrecked by this creature. He wasn’t sure what he should feel, but he was content as he enjoyed what was being dished out to him. He knew Ranboo would be entering the Nether soon to come search for him, so he wasn’t worried about being pushed over his limits.

A hand was shoved into his armpit while the other went to his tummy and began vibrating all 5 fingers. The hand in his armpit drilled it’s index finger. Tubbo slid his back down the wall, he was incapacitated by the wonderful sensations filling his system. The skeleton followed with no trouble, now leaning over the boy as he sat on the floor.

After a few minutes, tubbo’s laugh became more wheezy and breathless as he felt himself getting tired. Thankfully, his attacker seemed to notice his fatigue, it stopped both hands and let one go up to scritch and scratch at the Lee’s neck.

Tubbo leaned into the neck tickles and giggled freely, melting on the spot. These stopped shortly as well, leaving him laying on his side in the floor of the fortress as the Wither Skeleton walked back from wherever it had come from. Tubbo stayed in this position and tried to recover some strength.

That is how Ranboo found him, smiley and covered in charcoal smudges. “Tubbo! Are you alright? I got worried when you didn’t come back so I came over to get you, what’s all over you, man?” Ranboo knelt down by his friend and went to wipe a smudge from his neck.

Tubbo flinched before the hand even made contact, “Waihihit waihiht, Ranboo nohoho” He sat up and burried his face into the formality dressed teen’s shoulder as he hugged on to him.

Ranboo began to put the pieces together; Tubbo was giggly, flustered, cuddly, and lying on the floor seemingly tired. He must’ve seen one of the mods Ranboo had installed. Ranboo knew how Tubbo felt about the Nether, he decided to spice things up for the boy a little bit. He got a mod that makes some hostile mobs tickle you instead of doing actually damage, they are programmed to know when to stop and appearently leave behind flustered Tubbos.

“Ohhhh... I see. You must’ve met one of my friends, Mr. Wither Skeleton.” Ranboo teased and picked up Tubbo in his arms. “He got you good, didn’t he?” He chuckled and started walking back to the portal, timer completely forgotten about. “Alright Tubbs, you rest up and we’ll try this again later, okay? Sleep tight big man.” Ranboo rubbed the boy’s back to lull him to sleep.

In the end, they made it safely back to the Overworld, supplies or no supplies. Ranboo placed Tubbo in a small house he had made and let him curl up beside him to sleep: They both fell into a peaceful slumber next to each other.

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Yaaaayy! I really like this! Thank you so much again, @dreamteamfluffz , for letting me use some of your guidelines!

About the prompts in my inbox, I have seen them and will get working on the soon. Sorry for the wait and leaving for a hot minute!

Love you guys and thank you so much for reading💕💕

#tickle fic #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt tickle #lee!tubbo #Tubbo #tubbo_#lee!tubbo_#Ranboo #dream smp #tickle

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hoodharlow · 3 years

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“Pa’que Pare de Chingar”

El Novio Quarantine Edition: Part 3

AN: Part 3 is HErEEEEEE!!! I apologize for not posting this yesterday. Hope y’all enjoy bc in un ratito Part 4 will be out.

Warnings: smut, brief mention of weed and brief mention of birth control

requested? nope

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Calum leaned back in his seat and scrolled through Twitter while he waited for Claudia to get her birth control pills from the pharmacy. He was still pissed at the lady with the rat.

Mrs. Garner, the neighbor whose dog bit Damian, ended up leaking a video of him and Claudia making out in the Santos driveway as a way to get back at them for reporting her dog. It was more of a compilation of them dating back to the summer before to just a few weeks ago when they got back from walking Duke and Panchito. It created an uproar.

Fans were confused and surprised that Calum and Claudia have been together the whole time. Others were angry at the neighbor for invading their privacy. The paparazzi set up camp in the neighborhood in hopes of getting pictures of the couple since Mrs. Garner had also leaked their address. For the sake of Claudia's family and their privacy and safety, Calum and Claudia went back to Calum's house in L.A. where the neighborhood was more private.

Soon enough, Mrs. Garner got a taste of her medicine when Calum's fans found out she had a wine shop and flooded Yelp and Google with negative reviews. To think she did all of that because her dog bit a little kid.

He closed the app and replied to Ashton's text confirming the time he and his team were going over for the album photoshoot. Calum still couldn't believe that Ashton wrote and produced his own album in such little time. Nonetheless he was proud of him. Ashton is someone he admired purely based on his ambition and talent.

There was a soft knock on the passenger side of the window. Claudia waved at Calum and motioned that the door was locked.

"Shit," He cursed. He reached over and opened the door for her. "Sorry."

"It's okay." She said smoothing out the bed sheet before sitting on it.

It was well into June, making the weather be over 80° which was not a good mix with the car's leather seats and Claudia's short shorts and rompers. Not to mention she sweated an embarrassing amount through her ass.

"I'm hungry. Can we get breakfast burritos before going to Target?" Claudia asked him.

"Of course. San Miguel's?" Calum suggested. It's been months since they went to their go-to Mexican food place at Long Beach.

"Yes. Let me order it through postmates so we can just pick them up."

She pulled out the paper bag containing her birth control and hid it behind her back while she tore apart her purse to get her phone. She felt one of Calum's cool hands on her back, pulling out the paper bag.

"Why are you hiding your birth control like it's a bad thing? I know you're on it." he asked.

"Because." she said, taking the bag and shoving it deep in her purse.

"Because why?"

"It's weird." she giggled nervously. She pulled back her hair into a bun. "Like I've never been at this personal level with any of my exes. Not that it's a bad thing, I'm just still, like, getting used to it."

"Oh."

"Yeah…"

"Did I make it awkward?” Calum asked her, intertwining their fingers together.

“A little, but it’s okay. I don’t want you to overthink this. I’m just getting used to this, you did nothing wrong.”

Claudia leaned over and kissed his cheek. She pulled out her phone and opened Postmates. “Do you want your breakfast bowl hash browns or tater tots?”

“Tater tots please.”

The rest of the drive to San Miguel’s was pleasant. They got into some traffic, but luckily Calum and Claudia were both in good moods, resulting in Calum playing Jose Alfredo Jimenez and Natalia Lafourcade along with other Mexican groups. A few weeks ago, Diego introduced him to them when they both got high and decided to listen to Mariachi music. It was the most they bonded since Calum and Claudia started dating.

Pepe Aguilar faded into the background as Calum lowered the volume. He glanced over at Claudia, she was looking out the window, letting the sunrays dance on her face.

“Hey Claudia?” Calum asked, getting her attention.

“Yeah?” She answered him, pulling herself away from the window.

“I know I shouldn’t be asking you this, but if you’re comfortable, what was your other ex like?” He shifted in his seat awkwardly, not knowing how Claudia was going to respond.

He knew it was one of those wildcard questions. She would either answer him, or go off telling him that the past is the past. But after her comment about her exes, he just had to know. All he knew about the guy was that he played football and was a year older than her.

“Isaiah was a sweetheart. I met him through his sisters. We got close because I defended them when they got made fun of for liking One Direction, they even showed me some of Luke’s covers too. Anyways, we would always hang out at my place so I never met their brother until the first day of school where we were the only underclassmen in our AP Stats class. After that we became really good friends. We became a thing after he asked me to homecoming. Our relationship was pretty much stagnant. We didn’t do anything like sex wise. He was really respectful about that too and always kept the football team in check about that.

This one guy from the football team started a rumor that he hooked up with a girl from the dance team and Isaiah called him out. Like overall he was a good guy. So when he graduated, we decided to just stay friends. We didn’t see each other until my senior prom where he was my date because a certain bass player didn’t go to prom with me after he said yes and I reached my goal of ten thousand retweets.”

“That was you?” Calum yelled. “I felt so bad. We had like a two week break, but a day after our show in Dublin my appendix ruptured and was bed ridden until our break ended. I guess that could explain why you didn’t give me a slice of chocoflan when I went.”

“Damn, I thought your team was just BSing and didn’t want to go. I was really sad and sold my tickets out of spite.” Claudia mumbled to herself.

“I have the corsage somewhere in my room, actually.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I can give it too with one condition.”

“What is it?”

“You slow dance with me.”

***

It happened so fast. Claudia was hanging up some shirts she tie-dyed to air dry while Calum watched in the comfort of their new lounge chair. It had a dark wood foundation with a comfy and waterproof mattress on top. A comment about Claudia's peeking out of her silk romper led to one about how they haven't christened the chair. A few teasing touches later, Calum dropped his slutty shorts. It was a term coined by Claudia after Calum accidentally bought some RVCA shorts that were closer to his crotch than his knees.

Claudia leaned down and captured his lips. She got off the lounge chair, taking her time removing her silk romper. Then she slowly crawled back to Calum. He lifted his bucket hat covered head and leaned up to kiss her once more. He laid back down before pushing back his hat to get a better view of Claudia.

She coated Calum’s cock with her arousal then she slowly slid down his length. Her hands rested on his tummy and Calum placed his hands on her waist, and slowly guided her. Claudia rocked her hips back and forth. She closed her eyes, gasping at the feeling of him all the way inside her.

"Just like that pretty girl,” Calum moaned out.

She opened her eyes and found him staring into hers. Without breaking eye contact she rolled her hips a bit slower, bucking his hips up into her. She moaned as he groaned in pleasure.

"Calum,” Claudia whimpered.

He sat up as Claudia wrapped her arms around his shoulders while he held her in his arms. She slowly continued to roll herself against him and Calum let out an incoherent moan in her ear.

Claudia rested her head against his shoulder. “Hey,” Calum said softly. “Eyes on me."

She lifted her head to look at him. His eyes flickered from her lips to her eyes and a huge smile formed on his lips. Calum captured her lips. Claudia halted her movements and solely focused his mouth. She held onto his face with both hands, deepening their kiss.

Without breaking the kiss, Calum pushed Claudia onto her back. Pushing her legs to her chest, he slowly thrusted into her with slightly rough precision. He halted his movements thinking Duke must have gotten out, and looked up.

“Ash?”

“Ashton? I know—”

“Get dressed, Ash and Ryan are here.” He whispered, pulling up his shorts. He tossed her romper and awkwardly stood in front of the chair as she got dressed.

“Are you two seriously fucking?” Ashton yelled from the other side of the pool. “I liked napping in that lounge chair, now you ruined it.”

“Well I liked fucking my boyfriend in this lounge chair, now you ruined that.” Claudia yelled back in the same tone as him.

She leaned into Calum and kissed his cheek. “I’m gonna make some cookies and stuff.”

She waved at Ryan and flipped Ashton off as she passed them to get to the kitchen. She poured some macadamia nuts on a comal and let them toast on a low heat while she prepped the cookie batter. She was making white chocolate chip and macadamia nut cookies with spinach. She saw the recipe on Fetch with Ruff Ruffman when she was in elementary school and since then it became her go-to recipe for white chocolate chip and macadamia nut cookies. She also liked making them to spite Ashton because he always said her cookies weren't the healthiest. Now he couldn't say anything since she put a bag of spinach in it.

The macadamia nuts finished toasting in time for them to get folded into the cookie dough along with the chocolate chips and spinach. She placed them in the oven and cleaned up while they baked. Remembering she still had some doggie dough, she also placed them in the oven. She then prepared some agua de jamaica with some jamaica leaves that she let soak overnight.

Claudia heard Duke’s barks by the front door. She went over and saw the delivery person walking back to their truck. She motioned Duke to back up so she could open the door to get the package. It was her monthly Savage×Fenty package. She took the box up to their room, thinking of ways to tease. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the kitchen timer go off.

Duke was excitedly wagging his tail in front of the oven, waiting for her to get out the treats she made. He backed away and watched her get out the baking trays.

“En un ratito okay? They’re still hot.” Claudia told him.

Once they cookies and treats cooled off she placed them on plates. She placed the pitcher of agua de jamaica and the cookie plate on a tray and took it outside for the guys. Calum helped her carry it.

“Did you make your spinach cookies to spite Ashton?” He asked her.

“Yeah, pa’que pare de chingar.” She smiled to herself. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. “Also, I got a package, so make sure no one touches your phone in the next hour or so, unless they want to see my ass.”

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