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thefandomenchantress · 6 months

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Asks you more stuff because why the hell not What do you think of the ship: Levi x Ace x David? What do you think of the theory of David being the real protagonist? Apart from Acevid, whats your favorite David ship? (Acevid >>>>>>) What do you think *my* MBTI is? (I love asking people this so sorry) Who do you think killed Arei and why? Out of all my current Acevid oneshots, whats your favorite and least favorite? (Any why ofc bc I just love hearing what people think about things I make) While we're on the topic of Acevid oneshots, whats your favorite and least favorite out of your own? Whos your favorite DRDT VA? (Probably Ace) Is there anything you genuinely don't like about Ace? Do you like Arturo? Which DRDT character would you say is the emoest?

Yaaaay more questions to answer! I love when people ask for my opinions and stuff! :D (/gen)

What do you think of the ship: Levi x Ace x David?

Hmm, I’ve never considered this ship before, surprisingly. And here I was thinking I shipped every Ace ship in existence!

But since I ship acevid and acevi, and I’ve read at least one good David x Levi (Levid?) one-shot, I think they could all be cute together! I think their personalities would even each other out, if you know what I mean. I kinda wanna see a fic about them now, though I’m not sure how I would approach writing one myself.

What do you think of the theory of David being the real protagonist?

I’ve never seen this theory around before, so I can’t be 100% sure I know what you mean, but I do think it’s interesting that he stands where a protag normally would in a canon game.

I suppose maybe in the in-universe TV show the cast is on David could maybe be the protag? Since, as mentioned before, he stands where the protag would. Maybe audiences got bored of the hopeful protags and wanted one that was more interesting and morally grey like David.

But I think, in terms of the real-world YouTube series, we’re going to have Teruko as the protag the whole game.

Apart from Acevid, whats your favorite David ship?

Honestly? Probably Teruvid. Their banter makes me smile, and I’m a total sucker for the rivals to lovers trope (hence my obsession with acevid, haha).

I’ve seen some Nico x David stuff, too, and I think they’re also pretty cute.

Honestly, most David ships fascinate me, just because each character deals with David’s whole personality change/reveal a bit differently.

What do you think *my* MBTI is?

Hmm…ENFP?

Who do you think killed Arei and why?

Okay, hear me out…Eden. NOT BECAUSE I THINK SHE’S SECRETLY EVIL OR ANYTHING! Nice people are allowed to be nice. But there’s piece of evidence pointing to her as the culprit I don’t think we can ignore.

When Ace wakes up from almost dying and knocks Eden to the ground, a few moments later the tape that was on the floor of the crime scene disappears from the background, seemingly stolen while Teruko was distracted by Ace. Then later, we have a whole scene with Teruko and Rose (the pull-up scene) confirming it’s gone. If Eden stole the tape, then I say that she definitely killed Arei.

If you want to read something more in-depth about this theory I suggest checking out @1moreff-creator’s theories about it, they were all super interesting and convincing, at least to me.

Out of all my current Acevid oneshots, what’s your favorite and least favorite?

I guess to properly answer this question I’ll have to go reread all your one-shots, AKA some of my favorite one-shots to reread…oh no…/j

But in all seriousness, after rereading all of them my favorite is probably ‘Red and Blue Work So Well Together’ and the sequel ‘Love Between a Ruby and Sapphire’, which I’m counting as the same one since they’re in the same timeline. I also really like ‘It All Started with a Bet’!

And I honestly don’t have a least favorite, since I think all of your one-shots are good! :)

While we're on the topic of Acevid oneshots, whats your favorite and least favorite out of your own?

My favorite would probably have be either ‘Synonyms’, which will always hold a special place in my heart as the first Acevid one-shot I was really proud of, or ‘Stealin’ Shit’, my most recent one, since I’m pretty proud of the overall story and longer length of that one. Plus I got a chance to put Jarei in that one!

My least favorite is probably ‘Sleeping Soundly’, just because it’s so much shorter than my other ones, or ‘Soap’, because Ace felt a bit out of character.

Who’s your favorite DRDT VA?

I know that this is super predictable…But yeah, it’s Ace’s. He just sells Ace’s emotions so well, and it’s so cool to listen to any voices lines of his!

But I also really like Hu’s voice actor. At first, since Hu was usually pretty calm and delivered most of her lines in the same tone, I didn’t really notice her voices lines as much as Ace’s, but that one moment in the 2nd trial when she says “I am trying my best” and goes on her tangent about usefulness? My God, that was such a stand-out moment for me. I can still hear it in my head.

But honestly, all the voice actors are amazing! I love and appreciate every single one of them so much!!!

Is there anything you genuinely don't like about Ace?

Even for someone who loves him as much as I do, I will admit his bullying of Nico wore me down a lot. Every time in Chapter 2 when we saw them arguing, I would go, “Ugh, he’s doing this again?”.

But that’s not a bash on the writing by any means! The failed murder attempt would have felt like it came out of nowhere if not for all the necessary build-up, and I can totally understand why the DRDTdev showed them arguing as much as they did.

But seeing my silly little angry coward turn into a certified bully definitely made me…Well, not annoyed, but really sad? Like, I was under the impression Ace would get a redemption, only for him to get worse.

But despite the fact it made me feel pretty sad in the moment…I think I kind of like it. It would make sense for someone like Ace to get more desperate, more aggressive, than to just get redeemed this early on. It wouldn’t have been very realistic if they didn’t take this route. And like I said, it’s not even that this makes me dislike him…It just makes me feel bad for him. With a group of people like the one in the killing game, he might have finally started to grow as a person, but instead someone murdered and this happened. It feels tragic, and I can’t wait to see where the character goes next.

My tangent about what I don’t like about Ace kinda turned into another reason that I like him…Whoops. What I’m trying to say is that Ace’s abrasive personality can be a lot to process, even for me. I can kinda see why some people just write him off as a jerk, but I think a closer inspection can yield a lot of interesting stuff.

Do you like Arturo?

In the past I’ve said I’m kinda meh about him, but he’s grown on me a bit. His mindset is…unique, let’s put it that way, but it seems he’s got an interesting backstory and I think the prologue/chapter 1 version of him is good for comedic purposes.

He’s a good character. Not my favorite, not even close, especially not with the developments of chapter 2 and him following J around, that was hard to watch (not a bash on the writing, I can honestly appreciate how they’re not using the stalking/obsession thing purely for laughs, just treating it as creepy, unlike other pieces of media will do sometimes).

Overall, still not one of my favorite characters, he might even be my least favorite. But I love all the characters in DRDT so much that saying he’s my least favorite isn’t even an insult. There’s just some tough competition.

Which DRDT character would you say is the emoest?

Oh, I’ve never really thought about this before. I wasn’t sure what the definition of emo was so I looked it up:

And I think the person who would be the ‘emoest’, or the biggest fan of emo music…Would probably be J? She feels cool and badass listening to it, especially if her Mom called it ‘distasteful’ or something. In that case she’d also listen to it out of spite.

Welp…That’s it. This was super fun to do again! Sorry it took me a while to answer this ask. Tumblr reloaded and deleted my unsaved draft answering the first few questions, and it took me a bit to get the motivation to retype them and (after triple-checking it saved) answering the rest. But again, I love when people ask my opinions and stuff, so this was super fun, thanks for the ask!

#drdt #drdt spoilers #ace markey #arturo giles #hu jing #j rosales #j moreno #answering inbox message thingys

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 8. brb x oc

god the sound I FUCKING MADE WHY AREY OU LIKE THIS

a/n: :)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: BABY FUCKING FEVER GETS STRONGER AND I HAVE NO REGRETS

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

chapter

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Beatrice and Rooster got back to their usual routines the very next day, with him going to work and Beatrice going to Tiff’s class with Shells. She missed the whole group a lot and was very happy to return and finally start her married life with Brad, who was just as excited if she was completely honest.

They had a long talk later that night, especially with the kids topic and decided that they could easily start trying for it now - in fact he made sure they tried just after that conversation - and that Beatrice could work on what she wanted for the bedroom next to theirs since it’d be the baby room.

So she was happy, no she was elated, she was ecstatic. She was so over the moon in fact that she almost forgot her niece would be born in that very month, hence when they had a water break Beatrice was confused at the weird row of numbers coming from Leonardo. She furrowed her eyebrows while sipping her water, replying only with a ‘?’ and waiting for his reply.

It came fifteen minutes later, only saying that ‘Cyn is in the hospital!!’

Beatrice stops drinking the ice cold water and widens her eyes, “Oh my God.” she says,standing to her feet with Shells following along, worried blue eyes focused on her friend’s face, “Oh my God, Cynthia is in the hospital!!”

It took a few seconds for Shells to connect the dots, “Wait, your pregnant sister in law??” Beatrice nods, already grabbing her things and telling Tiff she’d unfortunately have to go because of family issues. Tiff understood and even allowed Shells to go with Beatrice if she wanted, considering the blonde looked gobsmacked and trying to figure out what was going on, “Wait, wait, did this just happen?”

Their hurried footsteps rushed down the staircase, with Beatrice furiously typing something back on her phone, “Oh my God, yes it just happened! Oh my God,” she puts the phone on her ear then grabs her car keys from her pants’ pocket, “Oh my God, come on Leo, pick up- Leo! Leo yes, it’s me, how far along is she?” Beatrice makes a beeline to her jeep, her hand trembling as she tries to open it, giving up and handing it over to Shells instead as she walks around the sidewalk.

“Okay, do you want me to pick Bibi? What do you need me to do?” she asked frantically, thanking the blonde who watches with her hand on her hips, “...right, okay, okay, no yeah I can pick her up, did you call mom and d- okay. Okay!Okay! Okay I will! Keep me updated, I love you!”

Beatrice turns the phone off and looks at Shells, “I’m going to pick Bibi up from preschool, Leo already called to let them know I’m coming, ohhh holy shit.”

“I mean, that’s good right?”

“No, no it is! It is, I’m just,” she flaps her hands as if to get rid of the nerves, “I’m just excited, are you going back inside?” she asks gesturing to the building but the blonde just says since she’s already out she might as well go home especially since they’d only have a few more minutes of class after all, “Okay,I’m going to pick Bibi up, I’ll call you later okay?”

“Sure thing babes,” Shells hugs her friend goodbye, “Let me know when the baby is born, okay??”

“Okay!” Beatrice shouts, giving her friend a final wave after entering the car and driving away. She tried to not get too nervous or else Bibi would be nervous too. From the studio to Bianca’s school it was a fifteen minutes drive and- why was she so nervous? Beatrice breathed in and out, rolled her shoulders, her neck, her wrists and she was still over the edge.

She didn’t know why, the baby was born on time, it wasn’t a preemie. Maybe it was the euphoria of being an aunt again after so long, yes it had to be. She’d send Bradley a message later, he’s working right now he wouldn’t be able to see it anyway.

Beatrice arrives at Bianca’s preschool in record time, fixing her ponytail the best she could before walking out. She talks to the security guard at the door who tells her to follow him as they wander inside. Beatrice flaps the car key back and forth in her grasp, the sound of the keychains tinkling together mixing with the loud children chatter coming from the classrooms around her.

She stops by Bianca’s door, the one with a little drawn smiling bee and waits until her teacher comes out to speak to her. Eventually she does and so does Bianca, “Auntie!” she rushes to the brunette, her backpack being so much bigger than herself as she launches her body against her aunt’s legs, “I’m going home?”

“Well, sort of honey.” she smiles, picking her niece up and thanking the teacher before she turns on her heel towards the exit, “Your mama is in the hospital.” she explains as calmly as she could, “Because your little sister is on her way!”

Bianca gasped in delight, a complete opposite from her reaction months back, “Really? Can I see her?”

“Not yet, sweetie.” Beatrice says, groaning when she remembers she hadn’t got the booster seat in her hurry to get there, hesitating for a few seconds and thinking if she hurried she could at least take Bianca home so she could relax until they could visit Cynthia, “Okay, auntie forgot your seat so, you’ll have to stay nice and quiet in the back,alright?”

“Okay auntie!” Bianca beams,wiggling her legs to be put down and removing her backpack as she climbs on the back seat of her aunt’s car, hitting her shoes together excitedly as Beatrice buckled her in safely, “Are we going to your house?”

“Yes, Bibi, for a little while.” she pulls out her phone when she feels it vibrating in her pocket, closing the door and frowning a bit. Leo said Cynthia wasn’t crowning yet so they had to wait a little bit longer plus the doctors were keeping an eye on her in case she feels bad - and to please distract Bianca as she could because their parents would just freak her out too much - “Okay, I can do that.”

“Can we have ice cream for lunch, auntie?”

Beatrice chuckles, closing the driver’s door, “We can have a normal lunch and then ice cream Bibi.”

Her niece just hums, still hitting her shoes together repeatedly while looking around, “Okay.” she cranes her head a bit higher to check the outside when Beatrice turns the car on, “Can I have dinosaur nuggets for lunch?”

Beatrice didn’t know if she should be happy that Leonardo called her to pick Bianca up or not because she just rushed out as if she was the one giving birth instead, “Um…how about I make us some pizza sandwiches?” she suggests, driving away from the school, “I can put extra cheese for you.”

Her niece’s eyes twinkled with interest and she bounced a bit on the back seat, “Okay!” she giggles, interlacing her hands together to place them on top of her thighs, “Can I have olives too?” Beatrice nods, “Yay!”

She made sure to keep her phone at hand once she parked the car inside the garage and helped Bianca inside. No news yet so she’d have to make sure her niece was entertained until then…and the constant family group chat wasn’t helping her at all, she almost rolled her eyes out of the sockets when Guillermo’s constant questioning continued after being told to calm down.

Bianca rushed inside the house once Beatrice unlocked the door, Jolene running up to meet the five years old as the two ran around each other until her niece hugged the pitbull’s neck tightly, pressing their cheeks together. It just occurred to her that Bianca never came to her house before and this whole thing was brand new for her.

So when she ran around the house to check everything, Beatrice let her do it, only shouting that she needed to be careful and she’d be fine as long she didn’t trip over herself. She finally sent Rooster a message, letting him know that if he goes on lunch break and Beatrice doesn’t reply to his messages it is because she was at the hospital with Leonardo.

He’d understand, she knew he would.

So for now she’d prepare Bianca’s lunch, hearing her niece’s footsteps running back and forth above her head, giving a little smile once she heard the constant ‘oooh’ and ‘woaahh!’ before she ran back down again with Jolene right on her tail. Beatrice propped her hand on her hips as she watched Bianca look out at the backyard, letting out a pleased gasp when she sees the pool, “Auntie you have a pool!”

“I do, sweetie- don’t open the door Bibi, we are not swimming today.” she says as she grabs some ingredients from her fridge to set it on the counter. Bianca didn’t open the door but she did press her face against it, with Jolene following along so both of their noses were smushed against the glass, their breathing creating foggy circles on it as they looked out.

Beatrice looked back at her phone, nothing besides her family freaking out. They couldn’t see Cynthia until Éwoyn was born and her parents were already there to help around if they needed to.

No one wanted to make Cynthia feel overwhelmed, so the less people the better. Beatrice slides her phone back into her pockets, looking back to see Jojo and Bianca still pressing their faces against the glass, clearly entertained with making the hot air hit the door, so much so she felt there was no need to turn the tv on so she could pass the time.

But since she had a bit of time until the sandwich was done, she decided it was better to take her niece and dog away from the glass and set them on the couch, “Okay missy.” Bianca giggled when her aunt picked her up under the armpits, carrying her to the living room, “Let’s watch some tv, how about we watch some Dora?”

Bianca wriggled off her aunt’s hands and flopped onto the couch, tried to do a handstand only to fall back onto the soft cushions with another giggle, “Okay!” she grinds, rolling onto her stomach and patting the couch so Jolene jumped in too, watching her aunt surf through the channels. “Auntie, where’s Prince Rooster?”

The brunette smiled with her eyes on the tv, “Prince Rooster is working right now, sweetie. It’s you, me and Jojo until he comes back.”

“When will he come back?”

“In a few hours, honey.” she explains, furrowing her eyebrows when she just couldn’t find the kids channel so she decided to turn on the kids profile on Netflix so she could pass the time, “Let’s watch some Dr.Chimp then, because your aunt can’t find Dora.”

“Yaay! Dr. Chimp! He’s just a tree away from seeing you! This doctor monkey helps the zoo!” Bianca proceeds to sing the opening song with so much gusto it was like she was performing at a private concert that consisted of her aunt and Jolene who was now lying next to Bianca with her head on top of her paws. Once Beatrice found the show - and Bianca did an encore of the opening song - she set the remote aside just in time to feel her phone vibrating.

She saw it was Leo and stepped back into the kitchen, “I’ll bring your lunch shortly Bibi- hey Leo.”

“Hey sis.” he sounded exhausted, “Sorry, the principal just called me to let me know Bianca left, how’s she?”

“Watching tv, right now.” she says as she looks over her shoulder to where her niece is moving from left to right, singing along, “How’s everything?”

“Hah, everything is…that baby doesn’t want to come out. They are waiting a little bit, Cynthia is bouncing on those yoga balls and I’m chugging Red Bull. “

“She’ll be out soon.” Beatrice tries to comfort her older brother, checking the pizza sandwich in the oven and turning it off once she noticed it was ready, “Are mom and dad there?”

“Oh yes they sure are here…honestly, they are stressing me out. Cynthia’s parents are coming back from Oklahoma tonight, which helps because if they all got together I think I’d probably pass out from nerves.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“You say that now because you have no kids.” he begins, “Wait until it’s your turn.”

Beatrice goes silent after that, taking in his words and furrowing her brows because…he was right. Her parents would be so over the top with her, more than her sisters, than her sisters in law too because…she’s the youngest one of them all. The moment they find out she’s pregnant they’ll want to know dates, suggest names, ignore the names she chose, then proceed to try and decorate the baby room.

Jesus, thinking about that does make Beatrice feel a bit uneasy. She knew her parents would be over the top, she knew they’d be really happy but…she really wants to have a calm pregnancy when she gets pregnant for real.

Maybe she’s overthinking things and they won’t be as bad. Maybe they will be caring but not over the top, maybe it’ll be different! Or maybe not…or maybe she should just wait and not think about that right now.

“Bea?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry,I’m here.”

“You got quiet, thought you passed out or something.”

“I’m not, I’m okay Leo.” she cuts the sandwich in squares and eats the crusts since Bianca didn’t like them, “Just thinking.”

“Hah, yeah, me too.” followed by a loud slurp from the other line and his name being called, “I’m going to go back, Cyn is calling for me. Anyway…love you sis, talk to you soon.”

“Love you too,Leo.” she ends the call and sighs softly, sliding the phone back into her pocket as she walks out of the kitchen to where Bianca was, her shoes off and her Spongebob socks visible. She has one hand on Jolene’s back and the other on her leg as she sways from left to right singing along to the animals on the screen, “Bibi, your pizza sandwich.”

Bianca stops swaying to gasp in delight, “Thank you auntie!” she picks the plate carefully, settling it on her lap and then forgetting immediately that her aunt was right there, choosing to eat and watch tv instead. Beatrice stands there for a little bit, then decides that she should go ahead and eat something too.

She might just make another pizza sandwich for herself, those are really good no matter your age.

After she does prepare it, she watches the bread in the oven with her hands supporting her head, blinking hard when she feels her phone buzzing again, “Oh, Jesus.” she pulls it out and smiles at who it was, “Hi, Roos.”

“Hey,gorgeous. How’s everything? How’s Cynthia?”

“Still at the hospital, Éwoyn doesn’t want to come out,” she laughs softly, rubbing her forehead, “I’m with Bibi, we are having lunch and…you know, doing everything we can to pass the time.”

“I know, pretty girl. You do try your best. Do you need me to do anything?”

Beatrice just smiles, leaning her cheek on the hand not holding the phone,”Just talk to me, tell me how your day has been.” she just wanted to hear his voice honestly.

“Everything has been going well, gorgeous. Everything has been going really well. No complaints. Missing you though.” she could hear the smile on his voice “People were complimenting our wedding reception though.”

“Oh,really?”

“Apparently it had to do with the open bar and the extra wedding baggies. They said it was the most fun they had in ages.”

Beatrice smiles as she leans on her hand, closing her eyes as she hears his voice, “I’m glad to hear that Roos.” she says, “I’m glad everyone had fun…Gosh I really like your voice.” his amused chuckle makes her smile widen and her cheeks warm up, “I’ve told you that before, right?”

“You did, gorgeous but I don’t mind hearing it again. Especially since I love your voice just as much.”

“You do? You never told me you liked my voice.”

“Are you kidding? It’s incredible, it’s sweet and sexy at the same time. And your accent is really cute.”

Beatrice laughs, standing up from the chair to grab her own sandwich, “I have an accent?”

“Oh, yes you do. It’s lovely to hear, if I’m honest with you.”

Beatrice hums, grabbing the steaming bread from her oven and blowing on it to cool down faster, “I’ll keep that in mind–” she hears the sound of another incoming call and leans back to see who it was. Leo, it was Leo. “Shit, Roos, Leo is calling, I gotta go.”

“No worries, angel, do you want me to meet you at the hospital?”

“I don’t know if I’ll be there for that long but…if you want to, yeah.”

“I do.” his voice sounds a bit lighter when he speaks, “I really do. Unless you think Leo would be weirded out–”

“You are my husband,” she cuts him off gently, “He won’t be weirded out.”

Rooster lets out a soft laugh through his nose, “Yeah…okay. See you then?”

“See you.”

–

“Be gentle Bibi.” Cynthia whispers as her eldest daughter looks up at her expectantly, nestled far back on the seat in the hospital room, watching with wide eyes as her father approaches her with the little pink bundle in his arms, “Be very careful, okay? Leo,”

“I know, love.” Leonardo couldn’t stop smiling as he gently lowered Éwoyn in Bianca’s arms, adjusting the little girl’s position so the newborn would be safely put within her grasp, “There you go, look sweetie, it’s your little sister.”

Beatrice watched it from the door, smiling fondly at the scene and…feeling a pang of something inside of her. Her niece was so cute, so small and she looked like a little pinto bean all bundled up in a pink colored tortilla. She looked down at her phone, seeing that the last message Rooster sent her was how he was going to take a shower and meet her there at the hospital.

She stepped back from the room to walk to the hospital’s hallway, crossing her arms below her bust as she saw Michael, Marina, Derek and Gabriel all talking down the hall. She feels the pang again when she sees Gabriel be picked up by her sister with his head nestled on her shoulder…damn it. “I need to calm down, I can’t have baby fever now.” she mutters to herself, feeling that it wasn’t going to help at all.

So she chose to wait for Rooster to arrive at the hospital doors, walking past some nurses and smiling at the few that she saw helping Cynthia inside the delivery room. Beatrice inhales shakily as she walks past the maternity ward, speeding her step until she arrives at the hospital’s front desk where she could see the hospital’s parking lot, her car and- “Oh, God,I love him.”

Rooster, who was coming as quickly as he could, putting his sunglasses up to his head and immediately smiling when he saw her waiting for him. The hospital’s doors opened automatically where they meet halfway, “Hi,” he coos, leaning down to peck her lips, “How’s Cynthia?”

“She’s tired but awake,” she holds out her hand to him, “The fact it took four hours for that baby to be born astounds me.”

He laughs, grabbing her hand as she leads him away, “I thought she was being born by the time you got that call from Leo.”

“I thought so too!” she laughs, “But no, he just wanted to keep me updated and you know, talk to him, I think he needed that extra voice.” she explains, leading him up to Cynthia’s room, stopping in the hallway to greet her siblings and nephew - which now was his too. for a short while.

It wasn’t long until Bianca’s head popped out of the room and she gasped, “Prince Rooster!” she whispered shouted - undoubtedly her parents told her to keep her voice down- as she ran over to him, her colorful sneakers squeaking on the tiled floors towards him. Beatrice didn’t even complain when he let go of her hand to crouch down and pick the little girl up with a soft ‘oof!’, making her sit on his arm while his opposite hand kept her straight.

“Hey, Bibi, “ he smiles even more when she hugs his neck, “How are you? Happy to be an older sister?” she nods, then starts rambling about her little sister, about how small she is, about how she smells funny and she looks like one of her dolls at home, but she’s real!

Beatrice watches the scene with her eyes unmoving from Rooster, the pang returns, with more force and she feels it almost snap inside of her. Her chest feels light watching her husband talk and be amazed at whatever Bianca was saying, biting her lower lip but she couldn’t take her gaze away.

Yeah, she didn’t think the baby fever would get any less intense.

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ao3feed-danganronpa · 9 months

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and you notice it matters who and what you let under your skin

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wtrdyDs

by delightfullydiscordant

It is often said that within the seemingly insignificant aspects of life lie moments that truly shape our identity as human beings.

Small moments of authenticity and truth hold the power to define us completely within a matter of a few seconds.

One may attempt to fabricate their persona, constructing a façade of deceit and manipulation, yet the essence of their heart remains unmasked.

Despite all efforts, the core of one's being cannot be concealed.

One may even attempt to transform into something they are not, tearing themselves apart in the process. They may willingly engage in acts of transgression, becoming a monster, yet they can never truly kill their core identity.

David Chiem's love for his sister, has always been unwavering and enduring, standing against the test of time.

Words: 2210, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of are you satisfied with an average life? (do I need to lie to make my way in life?), Part 5 of perfect reflective imperfections; shattered glass

Fandoms: Danganronpa: Despair Time

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi, Other

Characters: David Chiem (Danganronpa: Despair Time), J Rosales (Danganronpa: Despair Time), Arei Nageishi (Danganronpa: Despair Time), Mariabella Rosales

Relationships: J Rosales and David Chiem, David Chiem and J Rosales, J Rosales/Arei Nageishi, Arei Nageishi/J Rosales

Additional Tags: David Chiem-centric, Siblings, Family, Family Feels, Family Drama, Family Dynamics, Family Issues, Family Secrets, Mariabella Rosales is a Bad Parent, BAMF David Chiem, BAMF J Rosales, Blueblings, blueblings au, these two are on my mind constantly, disfunctional family, Tension, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Unresolved Tension, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Baggage, J Rosales Hates Her Family, except not really, she misses david even if she’ll never say it, David Chiem Loves His Family, David Chiem Hates His Family, Complicated Relationships, Established Relationship, J and Arei are married, They eloped, Future Fic, Far Future, David is Not Okay, Is he ever?, Family Angst, David Is Adopted, J and David are siblings, The amount of J and David sibling angst living rent free in my head though, give these two a break goddamn, i say this knowing damn well i’m responsible for this fic, The Author Regrets Nothing, resolving emotional turmoil, David Is Trying, tfw you can lie to the entire world and the people around you but not yourself

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wtrdyDs

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr

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modstarfell · 9 months

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Any favorite headcanon about your favorite characters? 👀

you have no idea what you've just unleashed. read more becuz. its a lot. i love a lot. mostly gals. but like. i love a lot. theyre who youre more likely to see me write for anyways naturally kdjfngkjn

only doing bb, drdt, dra here to make it easier and not that long... if sent another ask i'll try and do more muses from the others i write for

akeru having a small tattoo on her ankle because it's one of the few 'safest places' for her to have one.

kana; kana and kanjiro being childhood friends despite the odds of how they grew up and talking via walkie-talkies

kanjiro; has a cd player thats burned with old convos so when kana gets super busy (she helped with this btw!!) hes able to listen to her voice and not feel so isolated while training on his own since he didnt really have anyone friend wise outside of kana (collided with previous hc)

arei; i've been obsessed with the idea of her letting her hair down to purposefully tease people that have been staring at her a little too long (in a joking way if theyre already friends) but also she just ends up making like a billion tiny braids with her hair when shes bored... doesnt tie it though, so they all fall out real quick

veronika; as much as she *loves* horror she loves toying with peoples hearts via writing even more. watching how they react to her writing and feeding off it to make it hurt much more in an angsty fic or something. also ocasionally despite her love for lolita fashion; will dress down if she wants to avoid people once in awhile.... she looks nearly entirely different!

akane; literally where do i start??? i have so much for her... but i think my favorite would have to be ironically her not being able to read properly. i mean it's never really said if she went to school school or not; and it's possible utsuros luck reunited them easily anyways... but also having this girl boss of a character and then one flaw; cannot read kjndfgkjn

also the relationship i created with her and shobai even if unintentionally. it started off as a way to include him in the story properly (and not just 'mikados errand boy' type of thing since. obviously my story is different.) but it really grew on me and i hold it close to my heart!

kizuna; it would have to be her giving her classmates free nail painting sessions for the funsies of it, jokingly saying she expects payment but she never actually does! shes accepted her reputation but it doesnt mean she wont have fun with it from time to time

minako; birthday celebrating. making sure to always celebrate kizunas birthday even if theyre struggling with money, if things are tight that month. always makes it work. always sits and has the 'best birthdays ever' even if it's something smaller. with the type of household they come from; you'd rarely expect any sort of birthday to happen outside of a big money purchase as a gift and thats it but no. minako will go to actually attempting to celebrate with a birthday and a girls day.

utsuro; my entire rendition is basically one big headcanon/hj but... picking one for him..... hmmmmmm... it would have to be that he's a terrible cook actually. i've talked about it before a few times i know but its another silly to me for no reason. if you want something more newer i haven talked about....... despite being 'bored with everything and everyone' he's followed along to being info dumped to by akane and the kidsTM... had tries to do their hobbies all at least once. some went better then others......... still physically weak noodle

#akeru 🌫️#kana ⭐#kanjiro 🏹#Arei 🎳#Veronika 👁️#akane 🍵#kizuna 🎉#minako 🎉#utsuro 🌌

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drdtnsfw · 9 months

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my mootie has written the most VICIOUS jruko smut

it's a very good read but i deadass wanna see some jarei smut fics too, i feel and fear that'd be so wild because j and arei can both massive switches

anyways j is trapped on areis lap with her hands held behind her to go grind

— starkid siblings anon

I wish whoever writes them the best of luck. We do need more writers willing to write drdtnsfw out there but you know; only the ones comfortable and passionate about doing so really should.

I myself get smut fatigue when I write because of some personal past nonsense regarding old RP partners which then translated to my own personal work.

It's part of why I have a rather large smut wip pile that is looming over my shoulder and on my conscience at the moment.

It'll get published when it does however; because I am one stubborn mother fucker.

#mod veronika #drdtnsfw #mod talks #jarei #j rosales #arei nageishi

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stephanericherthanyou · 2 years

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Ch81-100

Ch81: Twelve Tone Rendezvous

oh all the captains together! is this the only time before the defection...

Ch82: Conflictable Composition

‘kumetsumo’? is this mayuri he’s referring to? (ya probably....& ‘giraki’ is ‘zaraki’ probably)

so are these intruders one of aizen’s illusons or something else or the timeline is kinda wrinkled or what

Ch83: Come With Me

aizen & gin’s play-acting....pls....they really did set it up well tho

again, he is so obviously related to isshin

“you are different from the other shinigami!” yes bc he’s a quincy/hollow/whatever. and your cousin.

Ch84: The Shooting-Star Project 2 [Tattoo on the Sky]

aizen pretending to care about momo (upside down smiley)

Ch85: Intruderz 2 Breakthrough the Roof Mix

there was a fic author whose stuff i used to read way back when and they used to title their fics in this “whatever, x mix” style--i never paid attention to the chapter titles before but suddenly it all makes sense

Ch86: Making Good Relations, OK?

“are you two breaking up” “yeah i guess” p l s

also interesting wrt ikkaku’s bankai--idt it’s introduced until fkt maybe? but the fear that he’ll be transferred away...i wonder if that comes from the recency of losing renji to byakuya’s squad

Ch87: Dancing with Spears

i love that both ichigo and yumichika call ganju’s sand magic weird

ASLKDFJSLK YUMICHIKA USING A “YOUR FACE” INSULT.....this truly is 2004 isn’t it

Ch88: So Unlucky We Are

i love that ichigo looks like he’s winking

ah yes...blood...well we are in a battle shounen

Ch89: Masterly and Farewell

well now i’m shipping ichigo/ikkaku i guess. of all the things.

yes ikkaku he needs to know your zodiac capability!

well, technically, since she’s the sword, she /is/ him...

(honestly i’m still surprised that of all the persistent bleach fan theories, ‘yachiru is the sword’ actually turned out to be true! ‘ichigo is related to kaien’ at least had more direct support so was not surprising, and all the ‘x is the soul king’ were about as believable as this one....)

actually uryuu, ichigo is smart! he is impulsive but impulsive != stupid, augh

Ch90: See You Under a Firework

oh the scanlation site crashed....well, finding another one was easy

ganju...incredible

Ch91: King of Freischutz

so it’s basically shikai roll call

Ch92: Masterly and Farewell (Reprise)

orihime :’(

Ch93: Steer for the Star

ooooo kenpachi strong-arming mayuri...../adjusts shipping goggles

why tf are you two talking where mayuri can hear you he’s probably bugged the place

Ch94: Gaol Named Remorse

ahh the sewers...wonder if that’s where swr got the idea...

‘she is weird that’s why i have to save her’ ichigo....

ANOTHER SHUUHEI SIGHTING! <3

Ch95: Crush

ichigoooooooo ily :’))))))

Ch96: Bloodred Conflict

ichigo: he taught me nothing also ichigo: /flashbacks to urahara’s training, names him as teacher, etc

Ch97: Talk About Your Fear

this is good whump

Ch98: The Star and the Tramp

this both makes me ship renji/rukia more and less lmao

Ch99: Dead Black War Cloud

The reason we think the flowers on the precipice are beautiful, / is because we are standing on the precipice as well. / Do not fear, because we are like the flowers, / We did not step off.

Ch100: Like the Flower on the Rock Wall

if momo didn’t want to fight why did she join a combat division? aizen’s manipulations?

aizen and then the moon huh...kyoka suigetsu....

what a cliffy for chapter 100 huh....fake dead aizen...

#richer rereads bleach #i didn't mean to post i was just fucking with the formatting #but it's finished now #long post #text post #bleach

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arei-reads-too-much · 5 years

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wait & sea

Title: wait & sea

Ship/Fandom: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark| MCU

Author: Lenalena

Summary: In which Tony and Steve get sent on an undercover mission aboard a cruise ship to make contact with Hydra. In this AU the military has kept the discovery and defrosting of Captain America a secret, so Steve and Tony have never met before. Yet they are to pose as newlyweds....

Arei’s thoughts:

I LOVED this. It was fantastic, from Tony being so...Tony, to Steve’s hidden identity and twink-y alter ego. The snark was flawless, and the pining, dear god. It’s fantastic and made me LOL several times. Read it, friends.

#arei reads too much #stony fic #stony fic rec #stony #superhusbands #tony stark #steve rogers

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stevetonyweekly · 1 month

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SteveTony Weekly - March 24 - Week 12

Happy Sunday, my friends! Check out this week’s five recs, and be sure to kudos and comment on the ones you enjoy!

non functional requirements by lazywriter7

“Morning Tony.” Someone greets from close to the front row. Gwen, who’s waiting for her Macbook to complete its primeval, laborious booting up procedure, feels her shoulders sag even further down. God, not this shit again.

“Did your coffee machine explode again?”

“Implode, and no.” The lecturer – Tony – cracks a brief smile. The band t-shirt he’s got on is mostly just wrinkles, his hair flattened straight down the sides like it hasn’t been washed in a couple days. Really gives Gwen such an inspiring picture to look up to for her own prospective career in academia. “And just for that not-so-subtle commentary on my opening salvo today, I’m gonna teach this entire lecture using a metaphor.”

Gwen Stacy isn't having the greatest day, and that's before her System Designs Engineering professor starts explaining the material through the lens of his strained-sounding relationship. With his boyfriend in the audience.

arei’s thoughts: I really loved this. It’s outsider POV, and Steve is the ‘bad’ boyfriend in this, but they’re both trying--sometimes failing--to make things work. The way they lean into each other and learn from their mistakes is lovely.

An Educational Experience (The Good Things Come To Those Who Wait Remix) by valdomarx

Ults Tony has a nice day.

aka Tony talks Steve through sucking his cock.

arei’s thoughts: it’s no secret that I adore Ults and this one is so lovely, Steve is so grumpy and pining so damn bad if he’d get out of his own way, he could be SO HAPPY. And then it’s just hot. Check it out.

take a long line by ShanaStoryteller

Steve knows that Tony Stark is going to be a problem from the first line in his file.

Designation: Alpha

arei’s thoughts: I love the a/b/o dynamics in this. The way that Steve kind of fumbled them on account of his coming from a different time, and the way Tony was so anxious to care for EVERYONE around him. The scene where he tries to feed Steve a sandwich is quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve read in months.

Even the Score by Sineala

After Tony risks his own life to save Steve from the deadly Bloodwash gas, he's in bad shape, and he needs immediate treatment. Thanks to the treatment, he doesn't quite remember what's going on, but he does remember that people have been trying to kill him and that he can't trust the government. Since the Secretary of Defense did try to murder both of them today, Steve can't exactly tell Tony he's wrong about either of those things -- but, unfortunately, Tony doesn't remember who Steve is. And, even more unfortunately, Steve taught Tony to fight.

arei’s thoughts: I love this fic. It’s a very simple plot and premise pulled from the comics but it’s just so well done, and I love seeing Tony competent and dangerous even without the suit. Sine’s characterization in this--on both Steve and Tony’s parts--is just so lovely and well done.

pretty baited trap by Areiton

The first time Tony walks into the Trisk, he’s following Tiberius, his eyes downcast, a perfect five steps behind his Alpha. He’s wearing a suit, cut in traditional omega style, because he’s an asset, a part of the display of wealth and power as much as the car they arrived in and the expensive watch Ty is wearing, the deliberate slight of being late and the bottle of wine that hangs from three fingers, careless, like it’s not worth several thousand dollars.

It’s the same display Ty has put on a dozen and more times since they Bonded. The only thing that changes is the location, the Alpha that Ty is trying to impress.

Where Tony ends up. His role in the evening’s proceedings. Those are already determined. This is a business deal and he is the pretty baited trap.

arei’s thoughts: well, I wrote this one but. I’m adding it to the list because I kinda love it. It’s very soft, and a little dark, but the devotion that grows between Steve and Tony is…lovely.

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

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nonpoppie-archive · 4 years

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some of my work for the 2020 @cap-ironman reverse bang!!

read @areiton ‘s amazing fic, “we have become something different, beloved (tragic and lovely)” here!!

thank you to the mods for organizing this event, and to arei who has the patience and talent of a goddess 🙏❤️

#capimrbb #capimrbb2020 #stevetony #steve rogers #tony stark #MCU #cashing in on them civil war FEELINGS #PLEASE PLEASE READ THE FIC I PROMISE YOU ITS THE MOST GORGEOUS THING EVER #nona tries to draw #man this rbb deadass sucked the soul out of me

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tokoyamisstuff · 4 years

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Four Seasons Pt. 1 out of 4 - Spring

After the pretty vague request of a sweet little Anon:

Pt. 1 - Blooming Love

Summary: Collection of shorts about how you spent a surprisingly normal year at the Stark Tower with the Avengers - except for the fact that you somehow got the God of Mischief to take a liking to you.

Warnings: None. No kinky shit, sorry guys. No Angst either. Just pure Fluff.

Words: 2880

(I think I’ve wrote everything gender neutral but I’m not sure. Maybe I forgot sth, let me know!)

Masterlist to my other Fics right ->Here<-

On a morning ike this, it was hard for you to be asleep for too long.

Rays of sun had already softly woken you up, reminding you that this day would be a special one.

Even though you would’ve loved to sleep late on your day off, your racing heartbeat pumped adrenaline through your veins the very moment your lover’s image shot into your head.

He was the last thing you thought of when you’d close your eyes, and the first thing when a new day began.

Still a bit sleep drunk, you did your usual morning stretches and enjoyed a long shower before you tried to make yourself looking as formidable as possible.

Wandering along the still empty streets of New York, you enjoyed the relaxing silence, while whistling carelessly together with the birds in the trees.

Colours, sounds, even thoughts - that feeling when you were in love, it made everything seem even brighter.

It sounded ridiculous, really - but you had been invited for brunch with the Avengers.

When you arrived at the giant sky scrapper, you’d rummage in your bag to get the ID card Tony handed you and shoved it into the face of the security guard.

“Welcome, Y/N” a robotic voice you recognized to be F.R.I.D.A.Y. greeted you, “But I have to inform that you’re quite early. The other team members are still fast asleep.”

“I’m not a team member” you thought to yourself as you smiled into one of the security cameras, as means to greet it back. The lower floors were completely empty on sundays, being mostly offices and other rooms made for Tony’s employees.

Walking through the pomporous entrance hall, seeing so many monitors and advertisment (of which most of it was Tony’s self-glorification), you could only think about how all of this was way too flashy, too modern for your taste, but well...

That’s just Tony’s taste. His home, his rules. And to a certain extend, you thought, giggling audibly, Loki and him were alike - both full of pride and, if you wanted to be mean, you could say they were little showoffs.

And since last time when you invited them to your flat they almost destroyed everithing during their friendly little strenght battles, you thought it’d be better if from now on you’d become the visitor instead.

“I wonder what Loki’s room looks like” you pondered when the lift was making it’s way upwards to the highest levels.

You walked straight through the giant living room, trying to sneak past the God of Thunder, who seemed to have fallen asleep while watching Netflix and playing Video Games the whole night - again.

Letting out a little sigh, you closed the kitchen door behind you and asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to play some music as you started to collect the needed kitchen utensils.

Good thing Bucky bought everything you asked of him. Going grocery shopping sounded so easy for every normal human being, yet to Bucky, it was part of his rehabilitation process and you knew it didn’t came easy to him to be in great crowds of people, all by himself.

So you were really relieved that your worries seemed to have been unnecessary.

Actually, Tony wanted to just buy something for breakfast. You’ve never heared of a brunch delivery - even though in your mind it was a damn good idea - but you guessed it was nothing unusual for a man that rich.

He could probably get anything he wanted by just waving his hand - another thing he and Loki had in common, only through different ressources.

But well, it didn’t really feel like work to you. Putting a little effort into telling your newfound friends “Thanks for having me”, was almost as much fun to you as actually spending time with them.

You loved showering those you care about with love and attention, which was probably why you were simply made for that touch-starved, affectionate alien.

Soon, your hum turned into loud singing as you swept across the kitchen counter and prepared all kinds of food. Hours rushed past and still no sign of life from the others, but you didn’t care.

Suddenly, you heared a loud snort coming from the doorframe, startling you to an extend that made you stumble together with a bowl filled with strawberries.

You had already protectively covered your head with your hands - but were confused when you didn’t feel yourself hit the ground.

Looking up, there he was, giving you his usual, smug grin - Loki.

He was holding you tight with his one arm, and even caught the bowl with his other, not even one berrie having hit the ground.

“Oh my” he started, “How clumsy you are.”

The god put the plate on the table and gently helped you get back on your feet, holding your hands thight.

Immediately, you felt your head getting as red as the fruit, finding yourself at loss for words.

He still held your hand, leading one of them to his lips so he could place a tender kiss onto it’s back. “I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Your shocked features relaxed and you gave him a warm smile as response. “It’s okay, darling.” He secretly loved that nickname - but that’d remain his little secret.

“But why didn’t you wake me up?” While you were already working again, having seen the time, Loki would aimlessly walking besides you. “At least let me help.”

Without you even having time to answer, just a flick of his fingers made the silverware reappear at the table.

“I didn’t know a prince would know how to cook. And also, I didn’t want to bother you that early.” At first he thought you were joking, but it seemed like you really didn’t know much about him.

After all, you’ve only been a couple for a short period of time. It’s only natural that you don’t know such details about life in the palace.

All that was part of his past, and you always said that his future was your privilege.

It was love at first sight, if one believed in that kind of thing.

You were invited to one of Tony’s “reputation-boosting” parties. As a member of one of New York’s greatest newspapers, it was only naturally for you to get invited.

There you were, a fresh reporter, standing in the same room as this surreal troup. Since you mostly worked from home, writing columns and being responsible for a small part of the newspaper’s website, working in the field didn’t come quite naturally to you.

But that shouldn’t ruin your evening.

Everything on you looked stunning, and you knew it.

The wardrobe you chose for tonight, the way you made you hair - it all was perfect for a celebration this formal.

Usually, you didn’t really give a damn about other people’s opinions, and neither you were one to judge someone’s outer appearance.

No, you rather did this for yourself. To boost your confidence, make this special occasion worth remembering.

You were shining, like a shooting star or a freshly polished diamond - and someone else noticed.

Many glances got stuck on you that evening, with one exceptional one glued to you without you noticing .

Until you disappeared to the bar, he basically stared holes into your back. And that man was a mastermind at magic tricks, so even though you were watching him as well, you’d never realize that your eyes met so many times before.

On Asgard, Loki had attended countless of such gatherings. Yet this one was sheer boring - not to talk about the fact that estimately 90% of the people in this hall would either want to see him rotting in jail, or worse.

So he just stood there, nipping on his drink as he stood at the edge of the troup, his brother being at the very center. Everyone was giving interviews or talked to fans, while he patiently waited for this event to be over.

“I’m sorry” a voice directed to him all of a sudden, carefully tapping his back. It was you.

“What?” he retorted, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t mind a magnificent beauty as you approaching him, but it was a mistery why you’d do such a thing.

“Could...umm...would you take a selfie with me? Please?”

His eyes widened in surprise as he saw your pleading eyes, shyly trying to avoid meeting his as you crossed your arms behind your back. “Only if you want to, of course.”

When he took in your appearance, he took notice of the journalist pass around your neck - and it was even more interesting than your unexpected request:

“You areY/N Y/L/N?”

“Y-Yes. Why?” Your cheeks changing to a shade of pink, there was only to hope he didn’t read-

He touched his chin, as if hardly thinking about something. “If I remember correctly, ,you wrote that certain article about the attack of New York, right?”

Damn.

You’ve always been a fan of norse mythology, and had a special weakness for so-called “anti-heroes”, too. They were just way too relatable. So it was only natural for you to write an article about that certain event.

In your earlier works, you’d basically write about how that guy’s misunderstood and philosophize about not only seeing black and white, because there was also a lot of grey zones in the clash of good and evil.

There were also parts where you worked together with psychologists and moral scientists to assess the god and his deeds, coming to the conclusion that even though we might learn something from the incident, the objectives of gods were far too great to understand for us mere mortals. And that was only the beginning...

How f*cking embarassing.

“That’s right” you stuttered, panicking and already trying to leave. “Sorry, I didn’t want to be impolite. I’ll make my leave.”

“Don’t be a fool” he whispered out of the blue, pulling you towards him. “I was quite flattered to have at least a single admirer amongst the human race.”

Planning to give his probably only fan a memory he’d never forget, Loki put his palm on your lower back, kneeling down to your height so you could take the photo. “Shall we?”

It felt like an eternity until your trembling hands would finally get that cellphone out of your pocket, but Loki realized your struggle and took it - his arms were way longer than yours anyway. “May I?” “Yeah, uh- Thank you.”

His appearance almost had a childlike innocence to it when he posed for these photos - a personal gift to you.

Turning your head, your eyes met once again, both faces being mere inches apart. It didn’t seem like he was mocking you, rather enjoying himself right now. You could feel it.

And at that very moment, the two of you simultaneously began to laugh, loudly and heartily before getting lost in each others eyes - and to this day, it would be your favourite photo.

“I think the two of us could have very enlightening conversations, don’t you think?” the sorcerer declared as he watched you swipe through the photos, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. “If you want to go somewhere more interesting, I’d be a honour to guide you to a room with more privacy.”

One nod of you and just like that, in the midst of the festives, the two of you disappeared together, without anyone taking notice.

You had found yourself on top of the stark tower, being able to watch the whole city from the roof. Stars stretched far beyond the horizon, making the lights of the city seem so insignificant.

And on the end of that evening, the Prince of Asgard even managed to steal his first kiss from you - even though only on the cheek.

None of you knew what the two of you just started, or what you should await for the future - but Loki could voice both of your hopes very well:

“I think this is the beginning of something unimaginably fulfilling.”

Lokis words brought you back to the present:

“What’s sleeping worth if the real dream is right here at my side?”

While you were standing at the stove, making some more pancakes, Loki would embrace you from behind, his nose nestling against your neck, making you shiver.

“How cheeky” you mumbled as both of you turned your head so your cheeks could touch.

“You foolish humans just don’t appreciate real romance anymore.” With those words, he’d kiss your temple as he changed his appearance into what resembled a cook. “Now finally, by the gods, let me help you!”

“Yeah, yeah, I see. You’re such a gentleman. And a comedian, too. Maybe you could prepare the scrambled eggs?”

“Your wish is my command, my lady.”

While you watched him eagerly trying to crack the eggs without getting all the shells into the pan, your head shifted back to that first night.

If you looked at him right now, no one would believe you that he’s a literal god, a master of the magical arts and a sharpwittted combatant.

But back then, on that rooftop of the Stark Tower, you knew that no matter what exactly he was, and what secrets e’d still be keeping to himself - you wanted to know anything about this man.

And it was set in stone that you’d fell in love with every facade of him.

A little bit exhausted, you let yourself fall onto the sofa in the living room. Thor has probably gone for his early training, and there was no one else to be seen either - all of them seemed to have been sleeping late.

It was a wonder no one had smelled the food and simply annihilate it even faster than it had been prepared. But when you watched the whole scenery at the kitchen table, you were pretty damn proud of yourself.

“Truly magnificent” Loki commented as he sat down next to you, adding “You must value your companions very much.”

“Maybe I was just trying to impress you, you know.” You rested your head at the most comfortable place possible - Loki’s lap, while he gently stroke your hair. “You’ve done well, little one. But you don’t have to go to such lenghts to impress me. My respect is meant only for you.”

He pressed a gentle kiss onto your temple before leaning onto the backrest, wondering “How about we just disappear? A day for just the two of us?”

“Well...” you pondered as you got up, your hand still resting on his knee “I wanted to go for a walk in the park. Maybe you’re up for a traditional picknick?”

Loki’s face contorted in disapproval, which only caused you to blurt out a laugh and pinch his nose. “What’s wrong now, moaning minnie? Not fancy enough?”

“You call that cheap excuse of nature a place someone wants to be? Oh my, I wish you could’ve seen the royal gardens of Asgard.” You knew he missed his home painfully, even though he used to say that you were his home from now on, and he wouldn’t need anything else. It was hard to adapt to an environment that alien to him.

Suddenly, like he did many times before, he cupped your cheeks with his hands, his fingertips only barely touching your temples, assuming “Or maybe, I can show you...”

You felt his magic flow through you, projecting the most beautiful images directly into your head. It was like you could wander those woods yourself, feel the grass onto your feet and smell flowers you’ve never seen before.

There were no words for the bond that two of you shared at that moment, when he let you into the core of his very self, letting you see his memories through your eyes.

Calmness began to settle in both of you, exhaling deeply before your eyes met once again.

“That was amazing, Loki. You are amazing.”

“I don’t have much to offer, my love. But I’m willing to share everything remotely positive with you, Y/N.”

You could feel the cold he was radiating, his fastened breath on your skin. His hands still on your face, you were even able to feel his heart racing through his veins.

Finally, the glimmer in your eyes hinting consent, he’d slowly move himself closer to you, not letting go of you for one second. His hold got tighter as your lips were just about to meet, when-

“Oh my GOD! Guys, they’re finally at it!” Scott yelled through the whole hallway, and you could hear metaphorically a thousand doors opening in response. He was still wearing his Frozen-Pyjama, holding a mug with Natasha’s forbiddenly strong coffee in his hand.

It was so intriguing to them, how anyone could win the heart of the God of Lies -until he met you, they were doubting he even had one. So in an instant, the whole team of superheroes had surrounded you, as if to watch a romantic movie together and waiting for the final sequence.

“I need a coffee before I’m able to deal with you guys.”

“That makes two of us.”

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Teruko Gets Bitches

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/o795Jzf

by weeb_the_weeb

On Valentine’s Day, Teruko gets not one… not two… but SEVEN confessions from her various classmates!

Words: 2017, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa Series

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Teruko Tawaki, Min Jeung, Veronika Grebenshchikova, Rose Lacroix, Eden Tobisa, Arei Nageishi, J Moreno | Julia Rosales, Hu Jing, Xander Matthews, Whit Young

Relationships: Teruko Tawaki/Min Jeung, Teruko Tawaki/Veronika Grebenshchikova, Teruko Tawaki/Rose Lacroix, Teruko Tawaki/Eden Tobisa, Teruko Tawaki/Arei Nageishi, Teruko Tawaki/J Moreno | Julia Rosales, Teruko Tawaki/Hu Jing, Teruko Tawaki & Xander Matthews, other background ships teehee, xanvid is the most relevant one tho

Additional Tags: teen for swearing, Fangan Ronpa: Danganronpa: Despair Time, Polyamory, Harems, Crack Treated Seriously, Valentine’s Day, teruko and xander are siblings bcs i said so, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, he/him j, arei and david are siblings too, i love diagnosing my faves with sibling amirite, rose and nico are siblings too why not, they certainly acted like it in ch2 ep5, Alternate Universe - No Killing Game (Dangan Ronpa), Idiots in Love, Lesbian Teruko Tawaki, valentines fic written a month after valentines day hell yeas, hello despair time nation

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bareillykibarfis · 4 years

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[ GUYS!! Thank you so much for 200 followers!! So, as a gift to you guys, I present to you a Karman fic!! It is based on this post by @legendarilymessedup. Thank you for giving me inspiration to write something!! Hope this reaches your expectations!! ]

You can also read it on ao3: here.

Kartik makes sure the flag is correctly set around his neck.

He isn’t nervous. He probably should be, considering what he’s gonna do, but there’s this rush of adrenaline in him, and he feels invincible.

He is so thankful Rajni convinced him to do this. This was his Amitabh Bachhan moment, and he’d be damned if he didn’t saviour every moment of it.

He takes a deep breath. With the microphone in his hand, he steps forward, so he is in everyone’s view.

“Bhaiyon aur Behenon” He does a dramatic turn, ready to give a speech on homophobia, that was bound to leave them speechless. (He’d prepared for it the entire time they’d taken to reach here, and he was proud of it.)

As he turns around, the first thing he sees is all the family gathered in front of the tree, looking at him. He has an audience, exactly what he wan-

And then he sees it. Aman. No, not Aman. A framed photo of him. And the garland of flowers around it.

His heart drops. He looks at the scene below him, frozen. There’s the pundit, and there’s the entire family… except for Aman.

“Chalaa ja yaar.” Aman had said. But, Kartik hadn’t listened. He’d been selfish, he’d stayed. And now…

“A-Aman..”, he whispers. His eyes fill with tears, his throat tightens, and there’s this ache in his chest. Everything hurts.

Aman. Aman. Aman. Where have you gone? It’s unbearable how he feels. He’s crying and crying, and his heart feels so heavy. He drops down on his knees.

“Arey khana to khaale yaar”, Aman always pestered them before they went out for their job.

“Bas kaar na!!”, Aman had laughed that day, when they were both in their bed, and Kartik wouldn’t stop throwing the pillows at him.

“Kya baan raha hai?”, Kartik always asked, himself not helping Aman at all, letting him do all the work in the kitchen. Whatever was the answer, the food was always god-tier. “The secret ingredient is love.”, Aman would always say when asked how he cooked so good.

Who would take care of when and what he ate? Who would love him? Who would he have pillow fights with now?? Who would he call family now??

Kartik’s cries have turned into screams, and they’re horrifying, pain-filled screams. His cheeks are damp with all the tears, and yet they never seem to cease.

How will he ever live with this? It’s all his fault. All of this. He should never have insisted they come here, he should never have kissed him on the train, he should never have stayed. Aman was.. dead.. and it was because of him.

Down at the courtyard, the entire Tripathi family is looking at Kartik with a baffled look on their faces.

Champa is the first to realize what’s going on. She looks at Kartik, who is on his knees, and then at the base of the tree, where there’s Aman’s photo, with the flower garland around it, and suddenly it's all clear. Her heart drops for a second.

Kartik is shouting now, and there’s agony written all over his face. Champa decides she has to do something. Something before...

She shakes her head, removing any negative thoughts, and starts going towards the roof. Shankar and Chaman Tripathi, both clueless, watch as she goes past them. “Kaha ja rahi ho?”, there’s an edge to Shankar’s voice, but Champa ignores him. She starts ascending the stairs.

Rajni enters the gate. At the sound of the door opening, both men look towards it. Seeing Rajni enter, Chaman’s face immediately lights up with a smile.

“Rajni!! Beta tu aa gai?” he asks. But Rajni pays no heed to his question, she’s looking at Kartik, who is shouting. She’s confused. This wasn’t what they’d plann-

She looks at the courtyard and sees Aman’s photo. And the garland around it. She immediately brings up both her hands to cover her hands, her whole body numbing.

Aman wouldn’t… he couldn’t have.. Shankar and Chaman follow her gaze, and they both finally realize what is going on.

“Nahi.. Beti nahi. Esa kuch nahi hai..”, Chaman starts moving towards his daughter.

“Aghe maat aana aap.” she says, her voice breaking. “Khush hoge na aap log? Ho gayi na aapko tassalli? Tut gayi na Kartik aur Aman ki jodi!!!” She is crying now.

Champa reaches the roof. Kartik has stopped screaming and now looks more broken than ever. He’s whispering, “Aman. Aman. Aman.”, like it’s a prayer that will bring him back to life.

“Kartik.” she says. He doesn’t seem to hear her.

She reaches out and puts a hand on her shoulder. He flinches and turns up to look at who it is.

The look on Kartik’s face breaks Champa’s heart. His eyes are red and swollen, his cheeks are wet with all the tears, he looks heartbroken.

“Kartik. Kuch nahi huwa hai. Sab thik hai.” But he ignores her, and goes back to staring at the floor, whispering the same word, tears falling from his cheek to the ground.

Before she can explain any further, she hears Rajni shout.

When Sunaina and Aman get out of the room, Champa is trying to console Kartik, Rajni is crying while Shankar and Chaman are trying to explain to her that everything is fine. “

"Arey, yaha kya ho raha hai??” Sunaina asks. At the sound of her voice, Rajni turns to look towards her.

She sees Aman.

“Aman?” her voice is filled with disbelief. She runs towards him, and hugs him tightly. Aman is confused, but hugs her back. He feels her teardrops on his shoulders. He breaks the his, looks at her and asks, “Kya huwa? Sab thik toh hai?”

As she looks at Aman, she’s reminded of Kartik.

Oh God. Kartik.

“KARTIK!!” she shouts, turning towards the roof.

Champa looks towards them. Rajni points to Kartik, so as to ask her to make him turn around.

Kartik feels his entire world crumbling. He feels numb. He has nothing left to live for. His heart is still aching, and he feels so powerless.

“Beta. Dekho toh sahi.” Champa chachi is saying, but he ignores her.

“KARTIK!! KARTIK!!” Rajni’s voice reaches his ears. He turns his head to look towards the direction of the voice.

His vision is blurry from all the tears. But he sees that Rajni is pointing towards someone… Aman?

He wipes his eyes to make sure he isn’t hallucinating. He really hopes he isn’t. He can’t afford to have his heart broken again.

He looks again. Aman. Is. Still. There. Aman. He’s alive.

The feeling he feels in his heart is unreal. This, he realizes, is true happiness. He slowly stands up, his legs shaking. Champa holds his arm, giving him support. He shakily comes down the stairs, looking at Aman the entire time, not blinking even once, afraid he’ll disappear.

Aman has a tired look on his face. He’s wearing glasses, and a shirt which Kartik knows wasn’t Aman’s choice. He looks fed up, like he’s gonna let the world win. Like, he’s ready to give up.

“Aman.” he says just this one word.

“Woh ab Aman nahi hai. Hum usko naya naam de rahe hai. Mar gaya hai Aman.” Shankar Tripathi says, in an icy voice.

Kartik feels anger boiling within him. “Aur kitna karoge aap??” he snas. He points towards Aman. “Dekha hai aapne bete ho?? Halat kya ho gaayi hai?? Khush lag raha hai kya vo?? Kya paaoge ye kar kar??”

“Hum jo bhi kar rahe hai, soch samaj ke kar rahe hai. Tum bich me na aao, warna bhari padega tum pe.” Shankar says, glaring at his own son.

“Arey yaha par ho kya raha hai?? Kya kar rage ho aap log??” Kartik says, exasperated, laying his hands in front of him. “Bete ki aadhi zindagi nahi kati hai aur aap log antim sanskaar karne chale??”

“Hah. Hum Aman ki antim sanskaar kar rahe the. Uska naya janam hone wala tha. Ab yaha se chale jao, warna Aman ke saath tumhara bhi karna na pade.” Shankar Tripathi says, his voice curt and blunt, but mostly angry.

“Yaar..” Kartik puts a hand on his forehead, exasperated. “Laga tha aap log to samjhoge.” he turns around and starts walking away.

Kartik. Is. Walking. Away.

Aman feels helpless. He feels like he should do something, anything. He even opens his mouth to say something, but his mother digs her nails in his arm, so as to say, “No”. He looks at her. She isn’t looking at him, she’s looking at his father, who is glaring at him. He closes his mouth.

What is he to do now? Have they lost this battle?? His heart is breaking. Will they ever see each other again? Where is Kartik?? Is he leaving already, without a single goodbye?

“Chalo suru karte hain.” Shankar Tripathi says in a smug, satisfied voice.

They’re all just going to go to the mandap, when Rajni laughs. “Tauji, aapka problem yaha nahi waha hai.” She points towards the roof.

Aman looks. And there’s his boyfriend. Kartik. Shirtless. The pride flag around his neck. (How had missed all these details before??). A microphone in his hand.

“Bhaiyon aur behenon.” he starts, and Aman feels his heart clench with happiness.

The speech he gives is just iconic. And the look on Shankar Tripathi’s face is quite the sight to see. When Kartik shouts, “Homophobia!!! Homophobia!!! Homophobia!!”, each time doing a different pose, Aman feels his face break into a huge smile. He is so so so proud of Kartik.

Aman’s happiness spell is broken when he hears his father say in a voice filled with anger, “Beta.. Tu wahi ruk.”. Shankar Tripathi then proceeds to go inside the house.

Aman now, free from his father’s angry glared, runs up the stairs to the roof. As soon as Kartik sees him, he practically engulfs him with a hug.

“Tu thik hai.” Kartik says, and Aman feels teardrops on his shoulder.

“Main thik hi to hoon. Mujhe kya hona tha??” he is confused. “Arey, tu ro kyun raha hai?”

Kartik breaks the hug, and Aman sees his eyes are red.

“Yaar.. Tu.. Tu.. Tu maar gaya socha tha maine.” Kartik is crying again.

“Par… kyun..” Aman’s voice trails off as he turns his head towards the courtyard, where he sees the sight below him.

“Oh God.. Kartik” Aman turns towards his boyfriend, whose face is red from all the crying. He cups his face. “I’m alright. I’m right here, okay?” He wipes the tears. “Ab isse pehele ki papa aa jaye, nikalja yaha se.”

Kartik wipes his eyes. “Arey mein kaha jaunga? Kyun kahi jaunga? Aaj to ye solve karke rahunga.”

“Nahi yaar papa tujh ko-” Aman begins, but Kartik cuts him off.

“Bas papa ko shoot karne se rokle. Mere last wishes ke list hai yaar. Sun-” Before Kartik can finish, he sees Shankar Tripathi coming out of the house, holding something in his hand.

IS THAT A GUN??!! Please don’t let it be a gun, I’m not ready to die. God, no, you know I have so much left to do. Please don’t let him kill me.

Aman is pulled back by Champa chachi. Kartik is left all alone.

Shankar Tripathi isn’t carrying a gun (Kartik is so thankful). Instead, he’s carrying a stick, a huge one at that. He has this look of revenge in his eyes...

Suddenly Kartik is once again a helpless 9 year old, he’s back in his room at Punjab.

“Papa, nahi-”

His father hadn’t even let him complete his sentence. “Ladkon ke saath ghumta reheta hai? Haan??? Sharam nahi aati tujhe?” He’d been hit with the belt once, and then again, and then again. It’d hurt, and he’d cried, but his father had been ruthless, determined to beat the homosexuality out of him.

“Agar firse maine tujhe uss ladke, ya kisi bhi ladke ke saath paya na, toh tujhe kaat ke rakh dunga.” His father’s eyes had been red with anger, and he’s been so scared that day.

Shankar Tripathi’s eyes remind him of his father’s eyes. He gets an uneasy feeling on his stomach. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…

Before he can complete the thought, his eyes meet Aman’s. And he just knows. It’s either him or Aman. The latter one is obviously never going to be an option. So, he straightens his back. Yes, he’s gonna take this. For Aman. He has to. For love, for the-

The first blow lands on his back, and every single thought flies out of his mind. The pain is excruciating. Before he can compose himself, Shankar Tripathi hits him in his shoulders with another blow.

Kartik can hear Aman shouting something, but his ears are ringing and his body is hurting everywhere and he cannot make out a single word. He can hear Chaman chacha shout out, and he can hear the little gasps from Sunaina’s mouth. But he can’t fathom any of it, because Shankar Tripathi just won’t stop hitting him-

Kartik realizes he isn’t hitting him anymore. He freezes, waiting for the next blow. But it never comes. He slowly straightens his back. He looks towards Shankar Tripathi, who is standing with a pained look on his face, his hand on his back. The stick is on the ground now.

This is your chance, Kartik. You can leave if you want to.

He looks at Aman. The look on his face stops him. There’s a look of helplessness in his face, and it breaks Kartik to see him that way. He’s not gonna run away, because running away means leaving Aman alone, and he cannot have his lover’s heart broken.

So, he picks the stick from the ground, and gives it to Shankar Tripathi, who is too shocked to say a single word. Kartik looks at Aman, and nods.

The beating resumes. Kartik doesn’t even have the time to register his pain from one hit when Shankar Tripathi is on him with another.

He can feel himself getting weaker. He doesn’t know how long he can stand up.

Suddenly, he sees Aman. Coming towards him.

Aman. Aman. Aman. I love you so much.

Aman is coming towards him, and his arms are opening, preparing for a warm hug. But, Aman runs past him, up the stairs. He doesn’t even look back once. Kartik is dumbfounded.

His father is beating Kartik. And he’s helpless.

Aman is shouting, and trying to get to them, but Chaman is holding him back. He’s fighting, but he’s too weak. He has to do something. Anything.

Suddenly, he sees his father drop the stick; he’s too tired. He looks at Kartik, who looks just about ready to break.

Kartik. Chala ja. Yeh tera mauka hai.

Kartik even looks like he’s contemplating leaving the courtyard. But then, their eyes meet, and Aman knows. Kartik will never leave him alone.

He cannot let this go on anymore. He loves Kartik, so he really hopes he understands. He takes a deep breath.

He runs towards Kartik. Kartik looks so happy, his arms open. Aman ignores him, and runs straight upstairs towards his room. He doesn’t turn back becuase he knows what he will see will break his heart.

He enters the room, and locks the door. He now knows what he has to do.

Kartik stares at Aman’s room in shock. He just.. really went in like that??

For a moment, Kartik is baffled. But then, he realizes. He is trying to get all of this to stop. It only makes sense, Shankar wa-

Before he can complete his thought, Shankar Tripathi is back in his business. It’s even more unbearable now.

Just as Kartik feels like he’s gonna pass out, he hears the sound of the stick dropping, and Shankar Tripathi sighing in defeat. He looks up to see his tired face. He looks around and the entire Tripathi family looks shocked.

He spots a tap at the far side. He staggers towards it, and opens it. He then ducks under the tap so the water falls on his head.

The cold water jolts his body back to life. His steps still faltering, he stands up, facing towards the Tripathi family.

“My sexuality,” he points to himself. “is my sexuality. None of your sexuality.” Immediately after this, he feels his body give away, and he falls, losing consciousness.

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