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uwua3 · 4 years

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may I request taichi with friend/crush reader? reader asked taichi to help them dye their hair, and while the hair dye is processing they start to awkwardly flirt/joke with each other to the point that they don't notice how much time passed and the dye became too dark. i'm sorry if this is too specific, but thank you so much in advance if you do write it! take care! c:

hi hi, anon~ ☆ thank you so much for requesting! this made me sososo #Happy because taichi deserves all the love in the world 💗 !! ∪･ω･∪ please give our baby puppy nanao your heart 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 he deserves it! you also deserve love, anon~ ‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) please accept all my #Love 💖✨ for this prompt! thank you for everything, i love you lots, okay? :D 💕

summary: when your best friend, taichi, texts you there’s an emergency, you come running to a bad hair day

author’s note: please love taichi lots, reader! that’s all~ have a good rest of your day and remember taichi & i will always love you sososo much !! (>◡<♡).:｡

word count: 3,055

music: dream boy – waterparks

bad hair day!

🍁🛹 nanao taichi

“where is he?!”

sakyo stared down at you, opening the door after waking up to repetitive pounding that nearly shook the whole dorm

you were still in your pajamas and out of breath—did you run over here?

before sakyo could angrily swear at you for making no sense just past midnight, you ducked underneath his arm and escaped around the corner

although some dorm lights were on, most of the rooms were pitch black as expected of it being a school day tomorrow. you were about to sprint into the slightly ajar door of room 105 before omi stepped out, an amused smile greeting you

“taichi’s in the bathroom, if you’re looking for him.” omi gestured towards the shared bathrooms at the end of the hallway, to which you gratefully thanked him and ran off again

(omi looked after you, a smile upon his tired expression. “kids these days.” omi yawned, heading back into his dorms and shutting the door softly behind him)

you didn’t take as much consideration into your actions before you slid into the communal bathroom, slamming the door behind you with uncontrollable force. you leaned against it, panting as you finally saw him

nanao taichi was sitting near the sink with three (3) boxes of random hair dye on the counters, very obviously confused and distressed

“taichi, what’s the emergency?!”

“my hair dye isn’t the right shade!”

“... are you serious?”

this was it. it was hair–dye day

except this time, it wouldn’t be just taichi’s hair transformation—you were getting a new look, too!

how did you get yourself into this mess exactly? maybe sleepily reading an urgent message from your best friend late at night declaring he was having an “emergency” wasn’t a good idea after all...

there was something about taichi’s big puppy eyes that couldn’t make you say no despite all your frustration, so here you were, tiredly following an overexcited boy down the aisles of the local convenience store

did i mention it was way too late? on a school day, by the way? i didn’t, well, now you know!

“taichi,” you called out, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes and tried not to wince at the bright led lights of the display. taichi barely paid attention, humming an incoherent answer as he browsed the rainbow shelf of hair dyes in front of him

“don’t you think... we should wait until tomorrow?” taichi seemed to process your words a moment late, because he turned towards you, bewildered as if you were the crazy one

yeah, you were crazy. taichi definitely wasn’t holding three wildly different boxes of hair dye and debating between all of them. he also definitely didn’t mislead you into thinking something happened when all he had was s bad hair day. you knew you had to intervene or else his usual red would become kazunari’s palette

“tomorrow? what’s wrong with now?”

“it’s almost midnight, we have school in nearly seven hours, and i know for a fact you didn’t do your homework.”

(taichi flinched at that and you were unsatisfied to see you were right, as always)

“i know that, but!—” “it’s midnight.” “hey, new day, new you, right?” “we have school in a few hours.” “think of how cool you’ll be showing up with dyed hair!” “you have homework.”

“i know, i know,” taichi shrugged, holding the boxes up to his line of sight with serious consideration as he glanced at you. with one look at your tiredness, taichi put the red cart down and completely faced you, putting his hands on your shoulders with a pout

“come on, don’t be like that!” taichi whined, nearly stomping his feet when you just huffed and looked away. jumping so he stayed in your view, it was like a pet wanting attention and using its cuteness as its charm

“hey, hey, look at me, please~?” taichi dragged out, moving his hands so they cupped your cheeks. he made you look at him and all you saw was a backwards baseball cap on a head of nearly half black hair and wide cyan eyes. he looked fully awake, you wondered where his infectious energy came from

“turn that frown, upside down!” taichi turned the corners of your lips up with his pointer fingers, making you automatically smile with the way his giggle got louder. “that’s my best friend!” taichi patted your cheeks again and bounced back down to his heels, rocking back and forth on his worn down sneakers

“look at us! we’re two high schoolers about to make an impulsive decision! nothing could go wrong!” taichi laughed and although there were a million things that could’ve gone wrong, you just sighed with a smile on your face

“you’re right.” you said even if he wasn’t. taichi just picked the cart back up and tilted his head towards the dyes, asking for your opinion on what colors you liked

you chose red, too. when taichi questioned why curiously, you patted his head and responded with, “so we can match!”. the boxes of hair dye you both bought were red just like taichi’s face when you answered honestly

sneaking back into the bathroom to avoid the “you have school” lecture from a very pissed off sakyo who still couldn’t go back to sleep, you and taichi failed at hushed whispers. everything felt like a joke and it didn’t exactly help taichi found everything you did hilarious and comical

setting down the boxes like it was second nature, taichi let out a sound of excitement at the colors. even if you were running on little to no sleep, you felt the same with the adrenaline of looking like a new person in just a few hours

“we’re gonna look so cool!” taichi squealed, taking his time mixing the dye color with the bowl and brush quickly

you sat on the sink counter, swinging your legs as taichi leaned onto the surface next to you, rambling away about how popular red was this season and how all the students will fall in love with his trendiness

used to your friend’s lovesick, hopeless romantic antics, you fondly rolled your eyes as you stretched, stifling a yawn

“is that why you decided to dye your hair tonight?”

“... maybe. there was advice that having perfext roots would attract any woman in my favorite love advice column!”

“...” “do you think people will like my hair?” “they might think we’re a couple since we’re matching.”

taichi suddenly stopped mixing, staring at the bowl wide eyed at the red dye. you were about to ask what happened, before taichi nervously laughed and looked towards the ground

“u–us? a couple?! no way...” taichi blurted out, avoiding your eyes as he began mixing even faster

“do you want me to change my color then—?” you cautiously started, about to change your mind before taichi interrupted hastily, almost knocking the other boxes over by waving his gloved hands

“no! i mean, haha... no, no, it’s fine! don’t worry about it!” taichi laughed so you slowly nodded, not buying it but deciding to go with the flow anyways. you were too tired to think about it too hard

you both unanimously agreed that taichi would dye your hair first. after all, he had more experience doing this by himself until you came along

one thing though, you didn’t want to ruin your pajama shirt. after rummaging through his closet quietly, you felt a t–shirt land on your head and heard a victorious laugh from the doorway

lifting the shirt, you recognized the one–eyed monster graphic design on the front, its tongue sticking out with some graffiti text above its head

“are you sure? you always wear this one?” you hesitated to take it before taichi forced it back into your hands, his expression easy and humorous

“take it, it’ll look better on you, anyways.” taichi casually said and you wondered how many smooth pick up lines he’s been reading. but, one look at his light smile and you could tell he genuinely meant it

returning back into the bathroom wearing a black t–shirt, you had changed into his t–shirt as well. while you were making sure all the dyes were separated to avoid any accidents, you barely noticed taichi stop dead in his tracks

(how come you looked so... good, in his t–shirt? maybe, he should give you his clothes more often... taichi gulped, wondering why he was suddenly feeling this way. it must’ve been the lack of sleep, the tiredness of staying up past his usual bedtime, that’s all!)

“are you ready for the best hair day ever?”

unexpectedly, taichi was quiet for the next hour or so. you could tell from the way he carefully applied just the right amount on your roots to how he knew the time on the box without even looking

maybe it was the way neither of you had proper sleep schedules, but you nearly fell asleep when taichi began combing your hair. after letting it develop, taichi began evenly distributing the red color while humming a popular pop song from his playlist in the background

you didn’t know when you dozed off, but you woke up to a flash of a camera and heard taichi’s snickers right in front of you. rubbing your eyes, you sat up straighter to notice a plastic bag was wrapped around your hair with an empty bowl of red dye discarded in the sink

“morning, sleepyhead~!” taichi greeted way too happily at this hour, making you groan as you stood up. “you didn’t sleep, taichi?” you wondered out loud, noticing how he scrolled through his phone aimlessly with a nonchalant sound

“yawn—i mean! i’m not even tired, gotta wait for your timer to go off to rinse your hair!” (it was his rule that he was always the last person to sleep if he was with you) taichi proudly held up his phone and showed you the screen, as if you could see it from there

(maybe if you could, you would’ve prevented the disaster about to occur in the very near future)

“your turn, puppy. come over here.” you stretched and taichi squealed, running over just to nearly knock over the chair from excitement. taichi always liked doing things with you, and you pampering him made him feel a lot happier than he’d like to admit

“can you stay still?” “i’m trying~! geez, so mean first thing in the morning... uuh...” “awww come on, don’t act like a kicked puppy, taichi!” “woof...”

it was the saddest bark you’ve ever heard. you smiled even if taichi was squirming in his seat and pet his dry hair, your best friend automatically leaning into your touch with a content sigh as he closed his eyes. oh, finally! taichi went still, letting you start the dye process quickly

just like you, taichi was on the verge of staying awake and falling asleep. it was nice to have someone taking care of you like a little kid, not to mention how neither of you have slept for more than half a hour at time. as you applied the rest and making sure all the sections were even, taichi stirred in his sleep with a cute yawn again

“i’m cool, right?” taichi mumbled, seemingly getting closer and closer to snoring. you held back a snicker, nodding your head as you kept going with the dye. for your first time, it wasn’t even that bad

“yes, of course. you’re the coolest boy at o high, taichi.” you reassured truthfully, to which taichi pouted like a kid, crossing his arms and leaning his head back. you made sure none of the dye dripped off before you started painting the bright red on again

“that’s not true... juza and tenma go to o high... they’re so popular, everyone loves them.” taichi added on sadly, but you knew he meant it and it wasn’t just fishing for compliments. wondering why a boy as amazing as taichi would have an inferiorty complex, you frowned and tried to focus on applying the dye

“well, i think you’re the coolest to me, then. after all, juza and tenma don’t have this cool red hair!” you almost ruffled his hair but stopped, knowing it’d mess up the part. taichi must’ve sensed you were about to do so, because he let out a loud, sudden laugh with a big smile

“hehe, you’re the coolest to me, too!” taichi trailed off into a low voice, about to fall asleep for good. you wrapped his head to make sure the hair stayed in place, satisfied with your hard work and dedication to your best friend’s appearance

“do you say that to everyone you meet?” you joked, but taichi just shook his head vigirously, entering sleepy puppy mode anyways

“no, just you, you know why~?”

“why?”

“‘cause... i like y...”

taichi snored, his head falling lower as he fell asleep for good. you didn’t even process it, deciding to take the seat next to him without checking the time

time to get some shut eye...

you slowly woke up, realizing that you were now laying your head on top of taichi’s. he was almost drooling on your shoulder, even breaths leaving his lips as he continued sleeping. you lifted your head to look around for the reason why you woke up, until you noticed the constant ringing of taichi’s phone on the sink counter

“puppy, wake up, it’s time to rinse our hair.” you pushed taichi off, automatically waking him up as he rapidly blinked, trying to focus his blurry vision as he yawned

“... has the sun always been up?”

you froze, staring at taichi’s casual expression before it morphed into shock, his wide eyes finding yours with urgency. don’t tell me...

you rushed off the chair, nearly hitting it to the ground as you grabbed taichi’s vibrating phone, looking at the screen. instead of a timer for rinsing, it was labeled for starting the school day

“taichi.” you said, slowly turning to see him staring back at you. the realization dawned upon both of you severely. “we have school in less than a hour.”

mankai bathrooms were always chaotic in the morning, especially with twenty (20) plus boys all sharing one space. yet, today might’ve been the worst day to use the bathroom yet

you and taichi immediately began cleaning up and rinsing your hair at the same time, losing your minds over the lack of time as you two knew both your hair could not be saved

“what if i’m not cool anymore?!”

“can we focus on going to school on time?”

(banri and juza were exchanging their usual harsh morning greetings to each other, walking side by side to the bathroom only to hear taichi’s pierching shriek and your immediate scream back. they shared a look before collectively going back to their room, not wanting to know. it was the first thing they agreed upon in a while)

taichi dashed out of the bathroom with half a hour to spare, quickly putting on his uniform on without noticing omi who stood by the door, holding onto taichi’s backpack with an amused glint to his eyes

when taichi finally found his o high dark green blazer and pants (his dress shirt buttons were mismatched, but that wasn’t important), he was about to run right past omi before omi put his arm out, stopping taichi from leaving

“forgetting something?” omi held out taichi’s backpack with a packed lunch, making taichi exhale with relief as he took it gratefully. “omi, you’re the best ever!”

omi instead shook his head and crossed his arms, gesturing towards the bathroom where you were still cleaning up the red mess

“no, they’re the best. make sure you tell them that.” omi scolded gently, ruffling taichi’s hair but suddenly narrowing his eyes, looking the teen up and down with a confused look

“huh...? didn’t you dye your hair, why isn’t it that red?”

“don’t remind me, omi!”

(fun fact: leaving hair dye on for longer than 45 minutes will in fact, make the color much darker than intended)

(also... dry hair...)

you luckily brought your uniform, thinking the big emergency would require a sleepover. you stepped out of the bathroom and apologized to the bewildered and incredulous line that formed outside, rushing off to find taichi shoving a piece of bread in his mouth

“here! catch!” you assumed taichi tried to say, because his words were muffled as he threw you something from the kitchen. you caught it with ease, putting it in your pocket as you and taichi said goodbye to everyone in the dorms

you two didn’t even bother addressing why taichi’s hair was many shades darker and why yours was red as well. you two just left and prayed to whoever was listening you’d make it to school on time... or else

half way through making it out the door, you and taichi finally caught each other’s eyes and burst into laughter, nearly falling onto each other in the middle of the sidewalk like a bunch of weirdos

“yo! look at our hair!” taichi spluttered out, reaching up to touch your now red hair. you wheezed, trying to not cry from the sheer audacity of the strange situation at hand

“dude, look at your hair! it’s even darker!” you laughed and even though his bright red hair was apart of his identity, taichi couldn’t stop laughing just because he went through it with you

“am i still cool?”

“definitely, even cooler now, i think.”

the laughter died down and taichi wrapped his arm around your shoulder, grinning like there was no tomorrow

“you’re the best. i’m so lucky to have you.”

you suddenly remembered something you didn’t respond to just mere hours ago, and figured it was better late than never

“i like you, too.”

when taichi overcame his visible shock and multiple “are you serious?! don’t play with my feelings like that!” and figuring out you were being honest, he slipped his hand into yours with a visible jump to his step as you two walked to school

even if he wore gloves, his hands were still somewhat stained red from the hair dye that started it all

(“did you do the homework this morning?”)

(“... we had homework?”)

(“oh, taichi...”)

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unfurledwings · 6 years

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Good evening!

So, awhile back, some of you may have noticed that I put up a commission post for all of you lovely people. My good friend @myrainydayloves commissioned me for a piece with her F/O, Sho, and this is the result!

So, if any of you are still interested in requesting a commission from me, I hope this helps you make a more informed decision about the whole thing! ^^ And, if you just want a good story involving Annaka and Sho, I hope you enjoy this piece too. :3

Title: Lovedrunk in The Rain

Fandom’s Involved: Persona 4 Arena Ultimax

Rating: A slight T, since both characters get naked to dry off at some point, but nothing sexual ever becomes of it.

Pairing(s): Annaka/Sho.

Summary: Normally, a car throwing water all over you would lead to a bitter end for most dinner dates. Thankfully, however, neither Sho or Annaka are ordinary people.

“Ah, shit.” Sho half-hissed at the rain pouring out onto the world. He and Annaka had been having so much fun during their dinner date that he hadn’t even noticed when it had started to drizzle, much less when it was coming down like it was the second Flood. For the moment, he and his lovely, dark girlfriend were protected by the little overhang outside the restaurant, but the moment they tried to leave for home, they’d be under a watery siege, and if that rain was cold, it’d feel like a million daggers were stabbing into them, which might prompt Sho to start a serious fight with the rain and force Annaka to calm him down, despite her misery and exasperation. “When the hell did it start raining?! It’s nothing but a paining.”

“Calm down.” Annaka replied, her voice as rich and warm as her skin, as she searched around in her handbag, a smile full of ninety percent love and ten percent amusement on her face. “There’s no need to make awful puns. I brought an umbrella with me.” As Annaka pulled out a large, blue umbrella with white polka dots and a wooden handle, Sho gave her a warm smile, his eyes glimmering like a tomcat who knows that it’s up to no good.

“Really? Thanks, Annaka. I might have been a Dark Messiah, but you really are my personal savior!”

“C’mon, Sho..” Annaka sighed, opening up the umbrella and resting it between the crooks of their shoulders, though they still had to huddle together like freezing penguins to keep the rain off them.

“What?” Sho replied, grinning from ear to ear as they started walking down the street. “It’s true! I wasn’t jokin’ about that. I really wouldn’t be the person I am now if it weren’t for you.”

“And you’re not going to deny that ‘paining’ is a horrible pun?” Annaka asked, her cheeks warming, and her radiant smile so full of love that even a sunflower would have been jealous of it.

“Of course not! It was great! I really don’t know what all of you have against my excellent jokes.”

“Maybe we’re against them because they’re not that great.” At that, Sho scowled, but Annaka just continued on. “If you keep raining puns down on people-“ She started, indulging in a pun of her own, though she was never able to finish it. At that moment, a truck came speeding down the road like all the Shadows in the world were after it, flinging water about left, right, and center, and just as Annaka was about to finish her sentence, a wave of cold, muddy water hit her dead in the face, soiling her blue dress. As Annaka glared at the world, Sho bit his lip, trying to control himself, but he could only hold it together for a moment before he started laughing like a hyena, desperately trying to hide his mirth by covering his mouth with his hands. “What’s so funny?” Annaka asked, her voice even more frigid than the rain as she tried to fish around in her handbag for a tissue one-handed.

“It-isn’t it obvious?!” Sho cackled. “You look like a puppy that just got tricked out of a treat!” As Sho moved onto a fresh fit of giggles, Annaka wiped her face, still looking less than amused about the whole thing.

“More like someone just ruined my nice clothes by driving like an idiot. You see what damage your puns can do, now? I tried to use one, and look at what the universe did to me!”

“That’s because you were using a pun to mock their existence! Of course there’s going to be cosmic justice for that!” Sho replied, still chuckling as he ruffled Annaka’s hair. “And don’t worry about your clothes. It’ll wash out. Besides, you look good in anything. Hell, it’s raining so hard that no one would mind if you were out in your birthday suit!”

“Sho!” Annaka yelled at him, her face as red as a cherry, as Sho burst into another fit of giggles, holding his stomach like it’d fall out if he didn’t contain it. “I’m not going out in public naked!”

“Are-oh, Jesus Christ!” He yelled, his feet moving him out from under the umbrella, his mirth moving him about like a puppeteer. “Don’t-don’t glare at me like that! You’re so cute that it’s hilarious!” As Annaka tried to think of something good to throw back at him, a completely different car came speeding down the road in the opposite direction of the truck, throwing its own wave of water onto Sho, and silencing his laughter as quickly and as easily as if it were fire itself.

For a moment, nothing could be heard but the pouring rain as Sho glared at the passing car like he was considering ripping it thirteen new assholes, and Annaka tried to contain herself in turn, though she couldn’t stop herself from smirking, her cheeks full of held-in laughter. “That son of a bitch.” Sho growled, wiping the muddy water off with his sleeve, despite the fact that he was now being soaked by the rain, now that he was out of the umbrella’s protection. “I oughta kill him and burn his goddamn car to the ground. And why are you laughing?!” He yelled, turning his attention back to Annaka, who’d burst out laughing the moment he started talking.

“I’m sorry!” She cried, though she sounded and looked anything but. “You just-you look like a cat that someone just forced to have a bath! It’s priceless!” As Annaka kept giggling, Sho pouted a little. Normally, he might have liked to stay mad, but..it was nearly impossible to mope and hiss when Annaka was in a good mood and laughing, even if that laughter was at his expense. So, Sho tried to sigh out his irritation.

“Peh. Well, I guess it really is raining cats and dogs out here.”

“I guess so, in a way!” Annaka replied, her laughter dying down as she took the umbrella down, which just made Sho look puzzled. Not that he couldn’t go without it, but..

“Are you gonna be alright without the umbrella?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine!” Annaka chirped, stepping next to Sho and taking his hand, sharing a bit of warmth between them. “There isn’t any reason to keep it up now if we’re both soaked. Besides, a little rain won’t kill us.”

“Well, that’s true.” Sho replied, smiling a little as he bent down to kiss Annaka on the top of her head, before they started walking down the street again, their hearts warmer than their bodies. For a few minutes, they were both quiet as they walked, enjoying each other’s company and the warmth they shared, but, after awhile, Annaka a couple of bars that Sho didn’t recognize, though they sounded playful and happy. “What are you humming?”

“Oh..it’s Singing in The Rain.” Annaka replied, pausing for a moment so that she could focus more on her beloved instead of the tune racing through her head. “It’s from a musical of the same name.”

“Well, how does it go, then?!” Sho asked, his face lighting up like he was a little kid who’d just tasted chocolate for the first time in his life. “C’mon, you gotta sing it now! Let me hear it, Annaka!”

“Alright, alright!” Annaka laughed, putting up her free hand to stop him. “It goes like this.” Annaka murmured, her voice as rich and warm as melted gold, before she started to sing the opening tunes, her body swaying and her feet tapping in time with the music playing in her head, and while Sho had never head the song before, he still tried to keep up with his adorable girlfriend, smiling even when he made a mistake, since..it was impossible to hate his lack of dancing skills when Annaka the Angel was singing in all her glory.

As Annaka moved onto the main lyrics, singing about how she was happy again, she kissed Sho on the cheek, and for once, he flushed, though he honestly wouldn’t have cared if anyone pointed it out to him. The more Annaka kept singing, the more they danced together, and while neither of them knew how to tapdance, they still tried to keep up with the song while improvising, spinning each other close and dipping the other while sharing an indulgent look, and waving goodbye to imaginary crowds the next.

They neither noticed or cared about how cold they were as the rain drenched them. They just splashed up puddles and danced as well as they could, never letting go of each other’s hands, the biggest grins on their faces, as Annaka kept singing, with Sho joining in during the refrain. Whenever they got too close in their spinning, bouncing, dipping dance, they would just kiss each other softly on the mouth, their love warmer than a million fireplaces, and even when Annaka finished singing, the two of them kept dancing, their feet pounding away together in the rain as they laughed, simply enjoying every single solitary second they were together, each other thinking how lucky they were that the other had managed to come into their life.

They were enjoying themselves so much that they didn’t even notice that they were near home until they were three buildings past it, which was just another reason for them to laugh together as they went back and entered the lobby of their apartment building, ignoring anyone who gave them weird looks in the elevator. Even when the elevator spat them out onto their floor, they kept dancing, finally noticing just how cold their bodies were, now that they were indoors, but ignoring it, since their spirits were still burning bright with love. Sho even picked Annaka up and spun her around for a few minutes, despite her quiet, half-protests, and while they probably should have kept things down so that they didn’t bother the neighbors, they couldn’t help but laugh, completely drunk on each other.

“See? I always knew you could fly like an Angel.” Sho murmured, his voice sweeter than sugared peaches on a summer evening.

“Only because of you, my love.” Annaka replied, her voice just as honeyed as his. As they bounced over to their front door, Annaka tried to fish her keys out of her bag with her one free hand, which wasn’t easy, especially since she was still holding onto her umbrella, but neither of them was willing to let go just yet, like some magic spell would be broken if even one of their fingers slipped out of each other’s grasp. Eventually, though, Annaka managed to pull her keys out when they were just a few steps away from their door, and while Sho felt an immediate impulse to grab them and playfully toss them down the hall, he kept himself in check, despite how much he wanted this moment to last.

Even when they unlocked the door and went inside, though, they still didn’t let go of their hands. Not as Sho closed the door behind them and Annaka put the umbrella back into it’s stand, not when she set her bag on top of the kitchen counter, and not even when they went into their room to fetch new, warm, cozy clothes to wear.

“You know, I probably don’t say this as much as I should,” Sho said, setting his clothes in the corner so that he could start to undress, “but I love you.”

“I love you too.” Annaka replied, setting her clothes on top of the toilet lid. “I love you more than all the raindrops falling right now in the world.” Once again, Sho’s face flushed as he gave his love a gentle smile, softly kissing her wet lips once again before pulling back so that they could properly undress and hang their clothes up to dry. When they were buck naked, though, they helped each other dry off, pressing kisses to each other’s skin whenever they could, and even putting the other’s clothes on for them, wanting to be as close as possible, wanting to show the other just how much they loved them. If they could have melted away into one being at that moment, they would have.

When they were finally dressed, Sho ruffled Annaka’s hair, and they both went into the kitchen for some coffee before heading into the living room, setting their cups down on the table and snuggling together on the couch, watching the cold rain fall and enjoying the peaceful warmth and love of their bodies.

#self-shipping #self-shipping community #self-insert #f/o #Persona 4 #Sho #Sho Minazuki #fic #fanfiction #my writing

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toglidethroughlife · 6 years

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Playback (A Choices Fanfic)

Pairing: Kenji x F!MC (Alex)

Category: Angst/Comfort

Summary: Kenji sends messages for every day that Alex has been gone. Post Book 1 finale.

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry for spamming everyone with post finale fics. I’m getting to all the prompt requests, I promise. I just need to get the angst out of my system lol.

Click.

Day 208.

Hey, Alex.

I’m not sure why I’m still doing this everyday.

I guess I just miss you.

Anyway, not much happened today. Dax and Poppy are thinking about getting a dog.

What do you think they should get?

Personally, I think a golden retriever would be pretty cool. Friendly, smart, loyal. Just like me.

Poppy wants a Pomeranian though.

Maybe we can just get a golden retriever together when you get back.

Click.

Day 196.

It’s Poppy’s birthday today. We had drinks at The Grand and she might have gone a little crazy with the shots.

She kept screaming to everyone how much she loves us. Dax was blushing so much – it was a little embarrassing.

I think Eva secretly wanted to pretend like she didn’t know us.

She misses you, you know. We all do.

The sound of clinking glasses fill the air.

Here’s to you, Alex.

Click.

Day 180.

Hey, Alex.

It’s been six months.

The world’s been pretty crazy.

Crime in Northbridge has been at an all time high, Dax thinks someone’s selling a variation of liquid prism in the black market.

Grayson’s got the Prism Gate technology on lockdown, so hopefully that’ll never see the light of day again. Eva and I have been running around the city almost everyday, we’re both a little exhausted.

… we’re trying to be enough, Alex. We really are.

But the world needs you.

… I need you.

Click.

Day 142.

Eva and I tried Dax’s new and enhanced Flaming Gaunlet of Doom.

It was a smashing success.

Dax would tell you differently though.

He thinks Eva and I cheated by putting most of everything in slow-motion.

It was hilarious.

If you’ve got it, flaunt it, right?

Wish you could’ve been there with us. We would have been a terrible trio.

Click.

Day 128.

My mom keeps asking about you, you know.

She’s worried that we’re having “relationship problems” or something. Says I don’t smile as much these days.

I told her she was exaggerating.

… you know, she’s really happy I’ve found you. She told me as much. Something about you being a good influence on me?

Again, an exaggeration.

She’s right about one thing though.

I’ve never been happier than when I’ve been with you.

Click.

Oh, and by the way, if she ever asks, you’re out indefinitely on a management training program in Prescott Industries’ office in Australia. You know, hoppin’ around with the kangaroos.

Be ready with your stories!

Click.

Day 105.

I had a dream about you last night.

You were smiling and you had flowers in your hair. We were at a festival, I think. It was nice.

Definitely better than the nightmares I get sometimes.

Have I told you about those? The ones about that day with Silas?

Sometimes it’s you lying dead next to me, sometimes it’s me not making it to you in time.

Most times I see you coming back to me though.

And it’s nice for a while because I can feel you in my arms again. See your smile as you tell me, “you didn’t think you were getting rid of me that easily” in that sassy tone of yours, and all would be right.

But then I’d wake up and you’d be gone and I’d force myself to go back to sleep. Force myself to see you again, but it never works.

Those ones I hate the most, I think.

It feels like I’m losing you all over again.

Click.

Day 83.

You think I should cut my hair?

It’s getting a little long. Although, I could also do a classic pompadour. You know? Like James Dean?

It’d be sick.

And I’d look pretty hot.

I mean, I already do, but darling, just imagine.

I’d look extra hot.

You’re not going to be able to resist.

I mean, who are we kidding? You already can’t.

I’ll let you in on a little secret though.

… I can’t resist you too.

Click.

Day 56.

Is it stupid that I keep thinking that you can hear me over these things?

Eva’s a little worried I’ve been spending most of my nights here instead of having actual company.

Have I told you about her dad, by the way? He got discharged today. Eva was so happy, I think she almost cried in front of us.

We’re having dinner at her place tonight.

Fingers crossed they like my yakisoba.

Click.

Day 35.

Grayson and I went out drinking today.

Played a little pool, had some scotch.

We mostly just talked about stupid things we did in college though.

Have I told you Grayson’s funny? Grayson can be really funny.

… he says he’s really sorry, by the way, about how things went down with his dad.

I told him what I think you would’ve told him.

That it wasn’t his fault and that you don’t want him living the rest of his life carrying this burden.

I also told him we were sorry for the way things ended. Silas may have been crazy… but he was still Grayson’s father. And losing a parent is never easy.

Grayson told me all about college Alex too, you know. He… might have told me some pretty embarrassing things. Remind me to tease you about them when you get back.

Not that I’m likely to forget. But you know, just in case.

Click.

Day 23.

You were really cute as a kid, you know that?

I was over at Rochelle’s today and we went through your childhood photo albums.

You never told me you had braces before.

Rochelle said you hated them.

I think you looked cute.

I might have stolen a photo of yours to keep in my wallet.

I… might be looking at it right now.

Either way, you’re not getting it back.

Click.

Day 15.

We told Grayson today. About everything – you, me, Eva, Dax, Poppy, the Prism Gate.

I think he was angry for a little while – betrayed, maybe, that we didn’t include him in our secret.

But he says he understands.

He had his suspicions about you, actually. Guess we weren’t as smart with our excuses as we thought, huh?

He’s doing okay, by the way.

A little beat up trying to get the company back together, but he’s going to be just fine.

We’re going to be right beside him all the way.

Click.

Day 7.

Rochelle says you probably can’t hear us.

She and Dax have been working day and night, studying the effects of excessive liquid prism, and they’ve hypothesized that too much of that crazy stuff might trigger a wormhole into another world.

She says that would explain why we can’t seem to track you anywhere. It’s like you’ve just… vanished.

But I still have hope. And I’m not going to stop doing these.

Who knows? Maybe they have reception in this crazy alternate dimension.

I’m willing to bet it does.

Click.

Day 3.

Have I told you that Rochelle came to us after that day?

She went to your apartment looking for you, but she couldn’t find you there so she called Poppy.

We told her everything. The powers, the Prism Gate, Silas.

She cried, Alex. Says she’s sorry she ever hid any of this from you.

But I’ve also told her that we think you’re still alive and she’s agreed to help us find you.

Look at us. All working together to find the woman we love.

I think you’d be proud.

Click.

Day 1.

Well, technically it’s been five days since you disappeared, but it’s my first transmission, so let’s pretend it’s Day 1, okay? It sounds cooler that way.

Uh… scratch that. Dax, can you edit this part out?

Right. Let’s try this again.

Day 1.

Hey, Alex. It’s me.

Dax says he’s gonna try to upload this into MARCI so that it’ll get to you. We’re not sure if it’s gonna work, but we’re gonna save all these messages for you anyway. That way you can still listen to them when you get back.

So um, hi.

I don’t know where you are right now, but I know that you’re still alive. Call it stupid or being in denial, but I can feel it.

Maybe this crazy prism force linked us somehow, or maybe I’m just being stubborn… but I know you’re out there somewhere.

And I am not giving up on you.

I never will.

… so hang in there, okay? We’re going to find a way to bring you home.

Click. End of tape.

A lone figure makes his way inside the Northbridge clocktower, his eyes accustomed to the dim midnight light, his feet easily finding his usual spot in front of the window.

He looks up at the sky as he pushes a button on his earpiece.

“Begin transmission.”

Click.

“Day 299.

Hey, Alex.

There’s something that’s been on my mind.

I’ve been thinking about what if’s lately. Like, what if the roles were reversed and it was me, sitting there, possibly alone in an alternate dimension, with no way of coming back home? What if it was you, sending me messages everyday, and I was getting them but you couldn’t hear me?

I think it’d kill me, to be honest. Not being able to tell you how I feel.

… there’s something I’ve been wanting to say, something I thought I wanted to save for when you get back.

But I don’t want to hold it in anymore, so here goes.

… I love you.

I think I have since that very first day I saw you and you smacked my ego back in my face.

That was cute, by the way. Very cute.

I love you, Alex… and I still have hope.

I’ll be right here, waiting.

And when I see you again – and I know I will – I’m going to show you just how much I do.

That’s a Katsaros guarantee.”

Click.

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FIC: Things That Go Bump

This is a reader request from the other day. They’d asked for a fic where the reader and Tom are in bed talking about ghosts and spooky stuff when they hear weird noises. I’ve been working a lot lately, and haven’t been feeling well on top of it, so I hope this is good. :)

FIC: Things That Go Bump

Request: yes

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Prompts: “Do you believe in ghosts?” “This place gives me the creeps.” “I swear my house is haunted.” “Did you just hear that?” “It’s just your imagination.”

Summary: Tom and his girlfriend (the reader) are in bed talking about ghosts. Then they hear strange noises, and go to investigate.

Warnings: Fluff city.

You curl up under the blanket, waiting for Tom to join you in bed. It is late October and it’s cool out; your pajama pants and T-shirt (which you stole from Tom) are doing a poor job keeping you warm. You can think of nothing better than snuggling up with your boyfriend and talking late into the night.

“Did’ja miss me, darling?” Tom asks as he slides under the covers. He’s wearing only pajama pants and a smile.

“It’s cold, Tom,” you whine; he chuckles softly and wraps an arm around your waist.

“So I have a weird question,” Tom says as you lean back, settling your head onto his chest. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Are you just asking me that because it’s almost Halloween?” You smile as you ponder his question for a moment. “I don’t know if I believe in ghosts necessarily. But I do believe that the dead try to communicate with us.”

“Oh?”

You nod. “My granddad - you would have loved him, he was the coolest guy - he’s been gone ten years now. And every now and then I feel like he’s talking to me. Like if I’m having a bad day, I’ll find a coin with his birth year on it. Or I’ll be scanning radio stations in the car and it’ll randomly stop on an oldies station that’s playing the song he and my grandma danced to at their wedding. And when my grandma died, I saw a hummingbird in the yard. We used to feed hummingbirds all the time when I was a girl. I don’t know how true it is, but I always felt like he sent that hummingbird to tell me that Grandma made it to Heaven and found him.”

Tom runs a hand up and down your arm. “Oh, that’s so nice.”

“What about you, Holland? Do you believe in ghosts?” You ask, absentmindedly playing with his fingers.

“I believe that this place gives me the creeps sometimes. It’s a nice house but, I don’t know, weird things happen here. Like the lights will flicker in just one room. Or, you know, all the weird noises. My mum says it’s just the house settling, or a breaker tripping, but when I’m alone it’s just...creepy, y’know? I swear my house is haunted. Or I would, if I didn’t know better.”

“That’s so weird. Isn’t this a new construction?”

“That’s what makes it weirder!” Tom exclaims. “I’m definitely just hearing things.”

You’re about to say something when you hear a soft thud coming from downstairs; you sit up slightly.

“You mean like that?” you ask.

“Like what?”

“I just heard something. Kind of a thud.”

Tom chuckles softly. “Oh, darling. It’s just your imagination. That’s my fault, I’ve got you all worked up now.”

“Maybe.” You shrug and lean back into Tom’s chest. He wraps his arm around you more tightly now; you savor the feeling of being kept safe and warm in his arms.

You sigh contentedly as Tom starts rubbing your arm again; you’re about to fall asleep when you hear another thud.

“Okay, seriously, Tom. I heard it again.”

“Heard what? I didn’t-” Thud. “Okay, I definitely heard something that time. We should go check it out.”

You scoff. “I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that never ends well.”

Tom just smiles as he gets out of bed. “Come on, we’re investigating. But grab something first.” He grabs a cricket bat that he got on a press tour through India once. You grab the closest thing you can find.

“The bedside lamp?” Tom asks, laughing.

“Well,” you reason, “if it’s a grumpy ghost I can throw it at him and tell him to lighten up.”

Tom laughs even more. You so love that laugh, and you so love being responsible for it.

“Come now, darling, let’s go.” He takes your hand and you both creep slowly down the stairs. The house is dark, and you hear yet another thud.

You freeze when you reach the bottom of the stairs. “Tom…” you whisper, pointing to the front door.

“What is it, darling, I...holy shit.”

A shadowy figure is by the front door.

“What do you think it is?” you ask. “A ghost? A serial killer?”

“A thief, maybe? Or a kidnapper?”

The shadowy figure reaches for something. You whimper and bury your face into Tom’s shoulder; Tom brandishes the cricket bat and takes a wary step forward.

“Hello?” he calls out. “Who’s there?”

“It’s me, you div.” The figure, holding what you now know is a cell phone, turns on the flashlight and shines it in its face.

The ghost/serial killer/kidnapper/thief is none of those things; it’s Tom’s best friend, Harrison Osterfield.

“Holy crap, Harrison!” Tom exclaims as you let out a sigh of relief. “You scared the shit out of us! What’re you even doing here?!”

“I was setting up the living room for that thing you asked me to do, remember? And why’s (y/n) got a lamp?”

“Oh, yeah,” Tom replies.

“First thing I could find,” you explain. “And what thing, by the way?”

Tom sighs. “May as well do it now. Harrison, is it all ready?”

“Sure is.” Harrison flips the light switch. The light - and the TV - go on. The TV is playing a slideshow of pictures of you and Tom together, set to Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect.”

“Tom, what is this?” you ask.

“Just keep watching, darling.”

And you do. Every now and then the picture will give way to a short video of you two that he’d previously posted on Instagram.

You aren’t sure why he’s done this, but you love it.

As the song fades out, the last slide says: Look down.

Curious, you look down.

Tom is on one knee in front of you, holding a beautiful diamond ring.

“Yes!” you blurt out.

Tom laughs. “I didn’t even get to make my speech, darling.”

“Did you really even have one?”

“Yes. I did. You know what, I’m giving it anyway.” He clears his throat. “(y/n), you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You’re smart, you’re hilarious, you’re absolutely gorgeous. And you love me. Not Tom Holland the actor, Tom Holland the person. You’re always up for adventure, you love to laugh, and your preferred way of dealing with ghosts is to throw lamps at them to get them to lighten up. And I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to always love you and keep you safe from ghosts. Or Harrison, as it were. So, (y/n), will you marry me?”

“Of course, you idiot!”

He stands up, slips the ring onto your finger, and kisses you softly.

“I love you, (y/n),” he says.

“I love you, Tom.”

Tom wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead.

“I am going to be best man, right?” Harrison asks.

“I was thinking flower girl,” you tease; Harrison throws a pillow from the nearby couch at you.

“Seriously,” Harrison says, “congratulations, you two.”

“Thanks, man.” Tom gives him a quick hug. “Thanks for setting this up, too. So loudly.”

“It’s hard to do in the dark!” Harrison protests.

Tom laughs. “I know, just giving you shit. Now, uh… I have a feeling we’re going to be celebrating our recent engagement, so…”

“Right. I’m out of here. Congratulations again, you two.” Harrison gives Tom another hug and stops to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before he heads out the door.

Tom raises his eyebrows at you. “Now, about that celebration…”

“Of course, Mr. Holland.” You start up the stairs, but he grabs you and scoops you into his arms.

“Not so fast, almost Mrs. Holland. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right.” He runs up the stairs with you and carries you bridal-style into the bedroom; you giggle the whole way.

“Wait!” you exclaim as he gingerly sets you onto the bed. “I left the lamp downstairs.”

Tom plants a soft kiss just under your earlobe. “It’ll still be there later,” he says, trailing kisses down your jaw. “I love you, darling.”

“I love you too.”

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