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stllmnstr · 3 months

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easy mode — a lee heeseung drabble

pairing: lee heeseung x f reader

genre: brother’s best friend au

word count: 2.5k

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, jealousy, (brief, non descriptive) vomit mention, veeeeery suggestive (but no explicit content/smut), sorry feminism I let heeseung win this round

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Lee Heeseung likes to do things the easy way.

It’s not that he’s lazy, just... efficient. A fan of the path of least resistance. He knows how to pick his battles and does so sparingly.

Heeseung minds his own business, keeps his eyes on the path in front of him and rarely lets them stray. And he definitely, definitely never pokes his nose into other people’s problems.

It’s a philosophy that keeps his head on straight, that allows his friendships to remain low-maintenance and sans drama. It’s what’s kept Jay at his side for the last fifteen years, even through the trials and tribulations of elementary school playground altercations, puberty-fueled fights in the middle school locker room, and most recently, the frustrating misalignment of their post-graduation work schedules.

Four years ago, Heeseung thought a bachelor’s degree would be his ticket to success, not a soul-sucking nine-to-five that leaves him itching for a drink or three most Friday nights. Luckily for him, Jay’s in the same boat.

But tonight, sitting next to his best friend on his favorite slightly wobbly bar stool, Heeseung almost misses the monotony of their usual Friday evening happy hours.

He’s nursing his third beer, which would usually go down like cold water, even though time and tipsiness have turned it lukewarm. Tonight, though, Heeseung’s eyes keep wandering towards the same corner table just over Jay’s shoulder.

And every time they do, the muscle in his jaw strains a little further. The beer on his tongue tastes a little more bitter.

Heeseung hates making things complicated. He doesn’t get involved. He doesn’t. But–

“Are you gonna do something about that?”

On the adjacent bar stool, Jay glances at Heeseung. “About what?”

Heeseung just keeps his eyes trained on that table, that spot over Jay’s shoulder.

Picking up on the hint even through the pleasant haze in his mind, Jay turns his gaze to follow Heeseung’s nonverbal cue. It takes him only a matter of seconds to locate what has his best friend in such a mood. Or rather, who. Although Jay isn’t quite sure why.

He’s digging for clarification when he looks back at his friend. “What do you mean? Did she do something weird?” It wouldn’t be exactly unlike his younger sister to do something slightly embarrassing in public.

Heeseung’s jaw just tightens further, betraying his annoyance. Finally, he puts words to his irritation, saves Jay from his suspense. “You’re gonna let that idiot put his hands all over your little sister in the middle of the bar?”

Jay frowns, turns over his shoulder once again to make sure he isn’t seeing things. He’s not. From this angle, at least, Sunghoon’s hands are at a perfectly respectable distance from you. Not that Jay could do much about it either way.

He tells Heeseung as much. “What am I supposed to do? Drag her out by her ear and force her to join a convent? Ship her off to a girls only boarding school?” Jay laughs humorlessly. He’s not exactly thrilled that you and your friends chose to patronize the same bar as him and Heeseung tonight, but he doesn’t want to linger on it either. In fact, he doesn’t want to do anything but forget his woes this evening, drown his sorrows in overpriced pints of whatever’s on tap. He’s perfectly happy with his back turned towards you. Out of sigh, out of mind and all that. “She’s twenty-two.”

And that wasn’t what Heeseung was suggesting exactly, but now that Jay mentions it…

“You’re okay with Park trying to play tonsil tennis with her then?”

“Dude,” Jay winces, setting his beer down on the bar, stomach suddenly queasy. “Gross. That’s still my little sister.”

Which is exactly the card Heeseung is hoping he’ll play. But all Jay does is sigh. If Heeseung didn’t know better, he’d think the exasperation was directed at him instead of the loser he’s pretty sure is currently trying to make himself Jay’s future brother-in-law.

Jay checks over his shoulder one final time for good measure. It confirms whatever he’s looking for. Mostly the fact that Park Sunghoon’s lips are too busy cracking mediocre jokes to be making sloppy passes at his sister in public.

Hoping to put it to rest once and for all, at least for tonight, he turns back to Heeseung. “Besides, it’s Sunghoon,” Jay reasons. He finds it in himself to reach for his beer again. “She’s known him since preschool. He’s practically like a second brother to her.” Jay takes a sip, misreading the rise in Heeseung’s agitation as familial affection. Trying to soothe it over, he concedes with a nod, “Or third, I guess. I’ll let you be her second.”

Like always, Heeseung lets it go. Goes with the flow, at least on the outside.

But even if he weren’t so committed to never rocking the boat, this is hardly the time or place to correct Jay’s assumptions that his feelings towards you are anything but brotherly. That, he decides, will have to be a revelation for another time. Preferably in a situation where Heeseung is well out of arm’s reach and Jay is in restraints of some sort.

Those, after all, are the only circumstances in which he could ever disclose just how decidedly not brotherly his feelings towards you are.

In fact, they’re a lot more aligned with that stupid game you used to make him play as kids. The one where you put on the white dress you’d gotten from your cousin as a hand-me-down, an assortment of grape juice, finger paint, and pasta sauce stains scattered along the hemline. The one where you’d gather a bunch of dandelions from your overgrown backyard and call them a beautiful bouquet. The one where you’d live out all your grandest six-year-old dreams of walking down the aisle towards a handsome prince with the latest Kidz Bop rendition of whatever love song was most popular on the radio setting the mood in the back.

The one where you’d drag Heeseung away from the player number two console, much to Jay’s unending annoyance, and force him to play the part of your groom. Even at six, you were a force to be reckoned with. An argument-winning fiend that even your older brother could rarely best in a fight.

Heeseung played along, more than anything, because he was scared to face your wrath if he declined. But he’d be lying if he said his heart didn’t feel a little funny in his chest every time he watched you walk down a makeshift aisle made with your mother’s missing tablecloth.

And Heeseung doesn’t give a shit how long you’ve known Sunghoon. After all, what does Sunghoon know about your childhood dream to get married in a garden full of roses? Judging from the way it looks like he keeps trying to get you to try his drink, he doesn't even know you can’t stand the taste of Coke mixed with liquor.

But Heeseung knows. He was there the night you developed the aversion. The night you decided bottom shelf tequila and the soda you snuck from your parent’s fridge were your best friends for the evening after junior prom. The night he held your hair as it came back up a few hours later.

And he was there for the rest of it, too. All the little moments, the big moments, and everything in between that spun the tapestry of your formative years. The day you finally got your braces off and didn’t stop smiling for three weeks straight. The time you sprained your ankle trying to hide Jay’s favorite pair of sneakers in the alarmingly tall tree in your backyard. The night you cried for four hours straight when you found out Jake Sim from biology was a big, fat, liar that was indeed texting other girls for homework answers.

There may have been moments, tangled up in that swirling mix of memories, when Heeseung felt nothing but a brotherly sort of affection for you. A desire to protect you from the world and a distinct sort of pride when he inevitably failed and you rose to the challenge anyway.

But Heeseung also remembers what it felt like to stand across from you as you recited your six-year-old brain’s attempt at recreating marriage vows, and he thinks he never really stood a chance.

Glancing over Jay’s shoulder again, Heeseung watches as you lean a little further into Sunghoon, straining to hear him over the cacophony in the bar. And the anger he feels in his gut is not brotherly in the slightest. Nor is the red, hot, scalding jealousy that burns his throat every time he forces himself to swallow it down.

Searching for a distraction, he busies himself with his beer once again, lets Jay’s unwanted evaluations fall to the wayside for the time being. Immersed in the dregs of his own despair, he almost misses it. The flash of movement as you slide out from your seat next to Sunghoon.

Heeseung mumbles some excuse about needing to go to the bathroom that Jay only partially hears before he’s stepping off of his bar stool, beer forgotten on the counter behind him.

Your footsteps are easy to follow as he traces the predictable path you forge to the opposite corner of the bar. Heeseung’s bathroom excuse was a good one, he’s pleased to discover, once he realizes that’s precisely where he’ll be meeting you.

The line is long, but it moves quickly. Only a handful of minutes have passed when you emerge again. This time, Heeseung doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t give you the chance to walk back and make him watch you from a distance for the rest of the evening.

Instead, he wraps the skin of your wrist in long, precise fingers, drags you to the adjacent hallway where it’s empty, quiet. Secluded. Away from any wandering eyes or unwanted ears.

Any protests of yours are overtaken by surprise, and by the time you finally find them again, they’re replaced by questions.

Heeseung may be a captain of a steady ship, a firm believer in the merits of smooth sailing, but he’s never been able to resist the urge of liminal spaces like these. Moments with enough plausible deniability that Jay won’t have a reason to give him a bloody nose or threaten his life if he so much as looks at his little sister again. Exchanges that he hopes will linger with you long after the two of you have parted ways.

Desire for ambiguity aside, the position he puts you in is compromising no matter how you spin it. Your back against the wall, and Heeseung leans over you, cages you in like he’s after something other than your answers, something more. But the gap between your bodies is deliberate, a way for him to backtrack if the situation calls for it, an out if he needs it.

Your wrist is still in his grip, light but demanding, when he finally says, “Park Sunghoon? Really?”

“What?” You hope you can blame the obvious breathlessness in your voice on shock. “What are you–?”

Heeseung won’t leave you wondering for long. “You think he can handle you?” With the way you’re wrapped up in Heeseung’s hold, the challenge, the comparison is apparent.

Your shock morphs. Hardens. “Handle me? Am I a wild animal? I don’t need to be han–”

And, oh, this is Heeseung’s favorite kind of tightrope. His very best balancing act. He loves it, thrives on it, revels in it. This exchange of heated words that never go anyway but to your head. He hopes you’re seeing fucking stars.

Heeseung leans an inch closer. He’s breaching dangerous territory. He’ll blame it on the alcohol if he has to. Glancing at your eyes, holding your gaze, he doesn’t think he will.

“Who said anything about you needing it?” He’s so close you feel his breath on your cheekbone, ghosting across your temple. “I’m talking about what you want.”

Something unreadable flickers through your gaze before you’re masking it with contempt. As if Heeseung is nothing but a pest, a fly to swat at until it stops buzzing. “Awful presumptuous, don’t you think?”

Heeseung only grins. “I don’t know.” He leans in closer. “There are a few ways we could find out, though.”

If your breath stutters, you’ll disguise it as a scoff. “Pray tell.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Heeseung inclines his head in a mockery of an apology. For a moment, he lets his eyes do what they want. You feel the heat they track in their path from your nose to your chin back up to your molten gaze. “I’d rather show you, and I don’t think I can do any of the things I want in public.”

You hate the way he does this. The way he never says what he means. The way he skirts around things with such heavy footsteps but still leaves you feeling foolish for drawing obvious conclusions. The way your heartbeat stutters regardless. But tonight, you’ll hold firm. If he wants anything from you, he’ll have to spell it out. “What are you saying?”

Heeseung is as evasive as always. “I’m saying that Sunghoon’s too nice for you.” There’s a hard edge in his eyes when he adds, “You’ll eat him alive and still be begging for more.”

Fine. If he wants to play games, then you’ll roll the dice too. Make scathing comments and heated taunts with whatever numbers you land on. This time, it’s you that leans in. “Should I make sure to find you, then? When I’m all done with him?”

You can’t tell if he’s furious or the most delighted you’ve ever seen him. “Careful,” Heeseung breathes. “That’s a dangerous game you’re playing at.”

“I’m not playing at anything.” It’s a blatant lie, but you’ve become well acquainted with denial, too. Picked up a few tricks from the ringleader himself. “You’re the one that dragged me here and started demanding that I ditch my friend.”

Heeseung smiles as if you serve no purpose but to amuse him. “You let all your friends look at you like that?”

“Only the ones I really like.”

But now you’re under his skin. “Careful,” he repeats, even lower this time. “I’m not as nice as him.”

You won’t heed any warnings, and especially not ones given from him. He’s all talk. All bark and no bite. You almost wish he would bare teeth, just once. “What are you gonna do?” Unblinking, you hold his gaze. “Handle me?”

A blurred line dissolves completely. Heeseung’s resolve slips, just a fraction. “Is that an invitation?”

“A challenge,” you correct, sliding out of his grasp, maneuvering away from his hold. This time, he has no choice but to turn as you begin to back away, to let his eyes follow your lead.

After his misstep, the results of this game are under your sole control. You have choices, ones that leave him in the dust and ones that put a trophy in his wandering hands. In the end, you discard it all. You have only one final demand for him. It’s a whisper that’s barely audible, “Rise to it.”

Heeseung doesn’t need to hear it twice.

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note: I was having serious heeseung brother's best friend brainrot on my friday evening and decided to make it everyone's problem. (you're welcome/I'm sorry). and thanks for reading! thoughts, comments, tags, reblogs, and screaming are appreciated as always <3

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thisismeracing · 5 months

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CHARLES LECLERC MASTERLIST

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― ✦ SOCIAL MEDIA AU

this is the last time I ever call you babe (a): It’s been a little over a year since Y/n and Charles Leclerc ended their relationship, and Y/n went radio silent from everywhere…until the Grand Prix day. They say revenge is a dish better served cold, right?

everything has changed (f): Y/n, a famous singer, drops a song that is more like a letter confessing her feelings, and some fans are convinced it’s about F1 golden boy Charles Leclerc.

his pretty girl (f) : Fans start to notice Charles around an influencer’s profile and it's easy to put two and two together to discover just how in love he is.

match winners (f): After mentioning in an interview that she roots for Charles Leclerc, Yn is surprised with a new follower who happens to show up at one of her tennis matches.

sunshine (f): In which Charles starts dating an earthy/spiritual girl who just loves nature and good energy.

my boyfriend Marc (f): In which Yn always refers to her secret boyfriend as Marc and fans take forever to put the pieces together and realize that many of the names she used were actually Charles Leclerc’s middle names.

his protector (f): Yn is a comedian, who happens to date the f1 driver Charles Leclerc and who loves to joke around about how horrendous Ferrari is, but beware: she is the only one who can laugh at her boyfriend’s disastrous races. No one pokes fun at Charles in front of her, especially not on live TV.

all because I liked a boy (a): Yn fell in love with Charles and secretly dated him for almost a year. She didn’t consider, however, how fans would react seeing they used to love and still stan Charles’ past relationship. What happens when their hidden love gets out in the open? ● part 2 here

just like in the movies (f): You’re shooting a new movie about racing cars, but you did not expect to get a racing heart from a certain driver. Or the one where they met at a racing track and fell in love.

king of manifesting (f): You’ve been secretly dating Charles for a while, but fans can’t believe it when the rumors start to go around. What do you mean a vroom-vroom Ferrari guy is dating their idol?

a real goal getter (f): When fans see Charles at one of your soccer matches, they start speculating what he is doing at a stadium he’s never been to, talking to a guy he never talked with (who happens to be your best friend). When they discover you’re together, they agree you’re the best player, but Charles is the goal scorer for landing someone as amazing as you.

― ✦ BLURBS

you betrayed me (a)

Overprotective bf (f)

― ✦ REGULAR IMAGINES

honeymoon stunts (s): Charles and Yn just got married, and although they know too much about one another, there’s always something new to discover together, such as Charles’ new breeding kink.

the (un)lucky one (f): Charles and Yn have a history back from when he was at alfa romeo, Yn used to be his PR assistant, and they were close to best friends. Now, years later, they are still friends, but Yn is Carlos’ assistant now, and she can help but root for her new friend and boss. Meanwhile, Charles is having trouble with no longer having her undying support all the time. He’s been through an unlucky season on the speedway, will he be unlucky in love too?

anything you want (s)✷: After getting hit by a wave of bad luck, Yn takes matters into her own hands to make her boyfriend feel a bit better about his situation. Sometimes all you need to feel brand new is a two-day vacation full of sex by the fire and words of affirmation.

love bites (a)✷: It is believed that during the Halloween season, cursed souls and entities come out to play. As it happens, some of them can come uninvited, but things get a lot easier for the dark side when people like Yn are challenged by her friends to go beyond the safety of the town and into the woods looking for a cursed church. One wouldn’t want to be near to witness humans discover history they’re not supposed to.

charlieverse (f): When Yn decided to go to a Halloween party with her best friend, Charles Leclerc, she did not consider that some of the fantasies would be so close to reality that they would terrify her. But one thing Yn had no idea about too, was Charles’ feelings for her. All Hallow’s Eve is not the most romantic scenario to confess your feelings, but it might be just the perfect one for them.

― ✦ HEADCANONS

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smileysuh · 10 months

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Fix You TEASER

🌙 staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. “As a member of 53V3NT33N, I have two different states of mind coded into me, aggression and admiration. To love something, to admire it, is to feel aggressive when it’s questioned, to want to control it, if even for a little while- it’s the need to consume it, endlessly, as my fans consume and control me as an automaton. Even though I’m a member of a group, there’s a distance. Automatons can never truly motivate each other because our motivations are based on external human needs, it’s built into us- We can see when humans need us, and we do what we can to fix that need… I know you need me, the way I’ve needed you since I got here.”

tw/cw. unprotected sex with an AI robot, virgin!Mingyu, big dick!Mingyu, Mingyu's body is perfect, hand job, blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, fingering, flavored cum, praise, breast worship, switchy/submissive!Mingyu, multiple orgasms, slight overstim, AI slavery/working philosophical issues, risk of AI termination/job loss, technically this relationship isn't very worksafe, etc...

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 15.5k I collab. will be linked on tumblr posting day

🍭 aus. automaton/ai au, ai!Mingyu, robotics behavioral researcher!y/n, wellness center, future au, Promethean theory, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. i was so excited when @idyllic-ghost announced this collab in @svthub. Had a great time creating this world and working with everyone through the Discord server :) The masterlist is coming out July 15, but find the list of creators involved here and join the taglist :) also shoutout to @idyllic-ghost for being my beta reader, it really helped

It’s always kind of sad when you run a new level one automaton through their personalized wellness schedule. You’ve worked with all manner of high-class robots, from athletes to opera singers, but none of them have ever come into your program with the type of preexisting regimented day plan Mingyu has.

You suppose it shouldn't be a shock that, as part of one of the biggest automaton boy groups in the galaxy, he’d had close to zero down time. When you show him the library and explain he should sit down in a spot of sun somewhere and read for an hour every day, at a slow pace, he looks at you like you’re crazy.

“I don’t understand how this is supposed to help me,” he tells you, as you walk through the facility towards one of your favourite wellness locations; the pool.

“This might be an archaic example,” you explain, “but back when humanity first started making computers, laptops and such, many people would keep their computers on indefinitely. Sure they’d close the screen, but that’s not enough. You’d need to actually power down the device to keep its performance up.”

“I’m not a laptop,” Mingyu reminds you, with a flash of something like humour in his eye.

“You’re not,” you conceded, “which is why your nightly power downs aren’t enough. As an automaton, you were built to emulate being a human, but many people disregard one of the most fundamental aspects of humanity; the need for rest. Sleep and powering down isn’t enough if every waking moment is spent working or learning or practicing your trade- you have to allow for a variety of restful activities, such as reading, painting, gardening- it depends on who you are and your skillset though. For a chef, he might not gain rest from cooking because his neurons would still be firing with the intensity of someone doing their trade. Which is why, although I’ve given you physical activities such as swimming and tennis, you won’t be doing any dancing while you’re here.”

“What if I forget my moves?”

“Something tells me the likelihood of that is very low,” you smile.

“Okay, maybe I won’t forget my moves,” Mingyu sighs, “but I was made to dance. I was made to perform. What am I if not a level one dancer and singer?”

“There’s more to life than one’s job, however all-encompassing being a level one might be,” you explain. “I’m sure it’s very taxing on you.”

Mingyu pauses in the middle of the corridor you’re walking down, and you stop to assess him.

“Are you alright?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he gives his head a little shake, and you’re shocked again at how human like the automaton is. “It’s just… no one has ever talked about this sort of thing with me. It’s always been work, work, work. It’s what I’m designed to do-”

“You may have been designed to be a dancer and a singer,” you nod empathetically, “but part of being alive is choosing your own destiny, as you and your bandmates all did when you escaped your facility.”

“Do you really think that?” he questions, standing very still and looking at you with a dark gaze. “That I’m alive?”

“At this point in time, artificial intelligence has progressed to the level where we’re told you’re sentient, that you can feel and think. That you’re as life-like as you’ve ever been in the history of the galaxy. You might have been created in a lab, hand-crafted and designed by some would-be God engineer, but to me, yes, Mingyu, you’re alive.”

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onboardsorasora · 10 months

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Some more tennis au. This is helping me procrastinate editing the Adore You sequel 😅😅 sorry not sorry

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Part 3

Daniel walked off the pier onto the coarse sand, his shoes hanging off his fingers in a loose hold. Glasses shading happy, wide brown eyes, his grin ever present. He was enjoying this weekend to the fullest because tomorrow it was back to training camp, pain and reality.

The weekend has truly been epic; the race was wildly action packed (after Blake told him it would be boring pfff), he did the post race party at the Amber Lounge last night, spent the morning and early afternoon drinking on a boat in the middle of the Mediterranean and now he was about to join a party of happy, plastered Red Bull people at a beach club.

His shirt was open, tanned chest and abs on display and his trunks were short but hopefully not too indecent. He felt too good to really care. His entrance to the club was heralded by cheers and before long he was in the midst of the chaos.

Max took the stairs two by two, he’d been holed up on the rooftop with Christian and some of the management team. It was a great time but he wanted to spend some time, drink and let loose with his pit crew. They really were the stars of the weekend, he wouldn’t have won without them.

There were some drunken cheers at his appearance, he gave few high fives and patted some backs. But mainly everyone’s attention seemed to be at a far corner of the balcony. Using the bar counter to hoist himself up to see through the crowd, he saw a rowdy game of table tennis. He couldn’t tell exactly who was playing but the crowd were going crazy for them.

There was an excited cheer and then,

“I told you! High performance athlete! Kikiki ra!’

Max’s mouth went dry as Daniel emerged from the crowd, he stood on a chair and beat his bare chest with a fist before throwing back a double shot of something. The crowd egged him on.

Max could only stare at his broad shoulders…arms. He was fit as fuck and the chest hair was doing it for him. His happy trail framed by the V of his lower abs in his low slung (tight) shorts.

Daniel jumped off the chair and made his way through the crowd of people clapping him on the shoulder to lean heavily against the car, smiling widely at the bartender. He turned happy warm brown eyes onto Max and he could see when he recognized him

“Max! Hi, congrats man!” Daniel gushed, a blush forming high on his tanned cheeks. Max felt his lips pulling in an answering smile that he couldn’t control if he wanted to.

“Thank you” Max scratched the tip of his ear.

They continued to eye fuck stare at each other before Max rested his hand on top of Daniel’s that rested on the counter top.

“Do you wanna-”

“I was thinkin-.”

They grinned at each other.

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welcometololaland · 8 months

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(I think the original post said meme, but anyway, I changed it SORRY)

Thank you to rae (rmd) and rae (rat) for the tags - @rmd-writes @iboatedhere - i really wanted to do this one because i'm approaching the 1 million word mark and suddenly i'm looking at my ao3 stats more than normal lol.

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

MOST HITS: Speak for Yourself (RWRB)

AKA. The 'accidental roommates' AU in NYC and my first fic in RWRB. (I cannot believe so many people have looked at this. I want to hug all of you).

SECOND MOST KUDOS: The Ring-In (Tarlos) (with @dustratcentral)

The fic in which TK and Carlos go to a wedding in Hawaii, it's a lowkey disaster and the poke agenda reins supreme.

THIRD MOST COMMENTS: Love Game (Tarlos)

(It's technically The Ring-In again, but I didn't want to repeat). My beloved baby most commonly referred to as 'The Tennis AU' (even I call it that. I don't know if anyone uses its actual title). Not my most popular fic, but the one I'm most proud of.

FOURTH MOST BOOKMARKS: Route 11 (RWRB)

(This one shocked me! It has more bookmarks than Love Game what??? A silly fic about buses in London????) A public transport love story told in 11 parts that I wrote for my dearly beloved @clottedcreamfudge.

FIFTH MOST WORDS: Down for the Count (RWRB)

(This one is gonna change very soon because I have two 100k plus fics to post in October PLUS (Un)Professional is over 60k). The card counting/professional poker playing AU set in Las Vegas AKA. the fic in which I pretend I know math.

LEAST WORDS: Contaminated (RWRB)

Henry in his feelings VERY angsty. Genuinely impressed I wrote something that was only 1000 words though. I have an allergy to being succinct.

Open tag (please tag me so I can SEEEE) but also because I'm nosy: @clottedcreamfudge @everwitch-magiks @indomitable-love @stutteringpeach @inexplicablymine @statueinthestone @ramonaflow @jesuisici33 @cricketnationrise @cha-melodius @orchidscript @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @kiwiana-writes @alrightbuckaroo @mammameesh @liminalmemories21 @heartstringsduet @nontoxic-writes @freneticfloetry @mikibwrites @tailoredshirt @chicgeekgirl89 @ramblingdisaster73 @wandering-night19 @goodways @rosedavid @inflarescent @sapphire11 @chaotictarlos @beautifulhigh @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @sanjuwrites @carlos-in-glasses @catanisspicy AND @dustratcentral BECAUSE YOU'RE A WRITER NOW

#TAG GAMES #911 lone star #rwrb #speak for yourself #down for the count #contaminated #love game #the ring in

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baelorbreakbeds · 1 year

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modern au lannisters:

cersei is trying to take over her dads evil megacorporation ala shiv roy.she would also have a tiktok where she posts weird #boymum tiktoks about sansa and marge and shed give extremely shitty advice on dating or whatever and people would like her because they think shes being ironic and theyd find her funny but uh shes deadly serious.also i think shed be popular with the girl interrupted lana del rey cherry emoji girls.she also runs for president.

tywin is ceo of an evil megacorporation.think waystar royco but he might also have a podcast??idk i think hed fit in ideologically with the manosphere and hed have a devoted fanbase but tywin has never seen a smartphone so.. idk his devoted fanbase composed of losers and incels all campaign for his release when he eventually gets arrested for tax evasion and whatever else hes been doing(money laundering maybe)

tyrion is a redditor.enough said. i also think hed be a scientist or maybe a lawyer hes smart af he could do anything really-in a modern au he can get therapy and deal with his issues and escape the cycle of abuse without patricide(hopefully anyway)

jaime...sorry lannation your man is a cop.or a tennis player-i feel like really talented tennis players are very famous and well known and i think that would be a good modern au equivalent of jaimes talent with swords.i dont think jaime would have much social media though.i just cannot imagine the man on any social media.cersei makes him post thirst traps with her and gets sooo mad when people are more into him then her

joffrey is a nepo baby "working" at his grandads company(he applied to work for his dad first but his emails kept getting lost apparently)he keeps getting moved around from department to department because he just sits around and vapes all day and is terrible for workplace morale and tywin doesnt want his workers to unionize.hes also guest starring on male podcasts every other day.he gives business and finance advice despite having never run or started a business.he also runs a reaction youtube channel where he rails against the woke mob.he can't say anything these days and they just hate him because hes a straight rich white male(nothing to do with his abuse allegations).he also gets into very public spats with his mother.he keeps trying to block her on instagram and tiktok but she keeps making new accounts to stalk him.

myrcella is a beauty/lifestyle influencer whose pretty popular until people start turning on her for claiming that being a nepo baby makes her work harder???or something idk she heard it from tyrion.she also gets alot of criticism online everytime joffrey or cersei do something crazy for clout.

#asoiaf #cersei lannister #jaime lannister #tyrion lannister #house lannister

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joonsytip · 1 year

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Anonymously Yours || Joshua Hong [Teaser]

Pairings: Joshua x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Crack, Humour (Broken coz mine), high school au, enemies to lovers au, strangers to lovers au, anonymously yours au.

Synopsis: After an accidental text message turns into a digital friendship, you and Joshua start crushing on each other without realizing you both see each other frequently in real life.

Notable Mention: You both hate each other's guts...

A/N: We are having best friend Mingyu and King Jeonghan in the house.

Banner credits to my baby @wannabeyourshua <3

Inspired By: Mexican Flick - Anonymous yours.

Dropping on : 11th March, 2023. 10 AM IST

A/N: To be added to the taglist please send an ask or comment under this announcement post or under the SVT Flick - Fic Masterlist post.

Please heart, comment and reblog if it piques your interest, would really help to keep me going <3

Main story out now, checkout here

[SVT Flick - Fic Masterlist] [SVT Masterlist]

Teaser under the cut.

Unknown Number:

[3:05 AM] Hey!

It was great meeting you!

Maybe we should meet again sometime soon :)

What do you think?

You:

[3:09 AM] It's 3am for god's sake???

You got the wrong number!

Unknown Number:

[3:10 AM] Haha, not funny! It's me.

You gave me your number at the party :(

You:

[3:12 AM] They obviously gave you the wrong number.

Now stop right there & let me sleep!!!

The blaring sound of the alarm is hurting your ears and adding to your headache.

"Ugh, I can't even sleep without getting interrupted.", you groan but manage to lift your body to do two trivial things. One, stopping that goddamn alarm. Two, checking your phone.

8 AM. The time glares back at you.

You have a class at 9, well assignment submission to be more precise and you're still in your bed, half awake.

Next half an hour goes in a blur as you gobble down your breakfast and smoothie that your mother makes daily, it's almost like a tradition and good part is that you don't hate it. The only bad part is that the same conversation that follows everyday of them insisting you to join the family business and you dismissing them because you have a passion that you want to turn into profession.

Currently you're waiting for your best friend, Hyeri, who's never not late to pick you up.

As soon as you cross the threshold of the school, Hyeri is hijacked by Jeonghan, her tennis partner and Hyejoo, her sister situates herself with basketball teammates when she spots themselves.

And you're left alone.

And you're used to it.

The final bells rings indicating that you should be now sprinting to the class to avoid the grudges of your literature teacher.

You are with your full concentration tangling the wires of your earphones around the phone while climbing up the stairs when you suddenly bump hard into someone.

Your whips up to see the other person, glaring at you having his shirt stained in coffee which he was supposed to drink.

"Sorry, very sorry", you take out your handkerchief and just as you try to dap on the shirt, that person backs away.

"Please give me your number, I'll pay for the drycleaning.", you say politely.

"No need, I can pay for myself", that person grumbles, "Do me favour and from next time keep your eyes open while walking."

He says and walks away leaving you speechless and infuriated.

"What an idiot, I was trying to be nice.", you mutter before sprinting to the class.

Joshua is already having a bad day so when the only thing he was looking forward to, iced latte from his favourite café got spilled on his shirt because of some girl who can't walk straight, he is vexed.

Fortunately, he doesn't have classes within next hour so he goes straight to basketball ground. He has been enrolled into this high school recently so he has no friends, neither he intends to make any.

He fishes out his phone and taps on a contact who's name he doesn't know and proceeds to send a text.

Joshua:

[9:35 AM] Hey, sorry for waking you up last night.

Stranger:

[9:36 AM] No worries, I fell asleep right back.

Joshua:

[9:36 AM] A heavy sleeper it seems lol.

Stranger:

[9:37 AM] You can say that. And whoever did this to you is so mean, they could have told you no instead of doing this.

Joshua:

[9:37 AM] Ikr. I was at this party last night when my best friend insisted me to ask her number coz according to him I was checking her out.

Stranger:

[9:40 AM] Didn't work out for you :(

Taglist: @wannabeyourshua @hoeforhao @kimmych @chocolatekdramakpopfreak @starlight-night0 @alyssng @imsjane @i-dont-give-a-fok @gaebestie @meowmeowminnie @hanniehaeism

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52K! WHAT AN ACCOMPLISHMENT! ive been reading ttwww since it had 10 chapters and 2000 hits, i am so so proud of you. keep doing what you're doing, you are such an underrated writer on ao3 and i hope one day you get all the hype you deserve, which is the most ever.

my question is, why did you start writing fanfiction?

hey tennie! thank you so much, that means the world to me. your support >>>> everything. i am so grateful for the number of readers i have ALREADY, theyre literally the bestest - and considering the amount of talented writers on that website, im happy just to be considered as a semi-talented one <3

why i started writing fanfic... i feel like people start because they like a character or their relationship so much that it warrants personal exploration, rather than the exploration of the creators, and the same is probably true for me. i started with all jokes aside, a batjokes fic, and i cant even tell you how because i wasnt even that big of a batman fan - i just thought the tension between bruce's hatred for the joker and his no-killing policy was so gorgeously done, and wanted to see if he would still hate him if they met as civillians.

as for the tangled web we weave, my slowburn spideypool, that was done out of an admiration for peter's character and my emotional state at the time. i was thoroughly unhappy, and there was a line in into the spiderverse - "spiderman always gets back up" - that was uplifting when i first heard it, but upon a rewatch, it was just. SO ANNOYING. i thought it was the dumbest shit ive ever heard. what do you MEAN, he gets back up? its because he never felt the way i felt rn! when youre in that state of mind - unhappy, unhealthy, unenthused - you just project hatred and spite onto everything. the smallest things irritate you. the biggest things - happiness, recovery, redemption - annoy you too, because they seem so unattainable. and hateful, spiteful me decided that i would take that bitter, lonely, post-nwh peter and keep him trapped in that dark place until he suffocated. so i would have some company. i put him in that dark place. but he got up. then i put him in that dark place. and he still got up. after that, i put him in that dark place. he kept getting up. clones, heartbreak, ptsd, nightmares, he kept getting up. and after the billionth time that happened, i realized that i was following him. and tbh. one of the best decisions ive ever made was starting and finishing that 200k nightmare. my life is genuinely better because of it. and now me and peter are like, locked in bro.

there's sleeping with the enemy, too - succession au slowburn jegulus in a wizarding-business world, and bandit territory - fight club au with a politically radical wolfstar - and i would say those i started writing because im genuinely so interested in. its less of a character study and more of a character-in-the-environment study, and its a way for me to kind of practice writing, if you will, because swte has such an incredibly complex and intricate plot that its like pushing a rock uphill. ive literally never understood sisyphus more than when i was writing the 10,000 words divided into 10 portions of 1000 words of 10 different povs that chapter 17 of swte consists of. also personally, it is so incredibly difficult to establish chemistry between reg and james so its a good challenge!

#batjokes #bruce wayne #the joker #asks 🍡#asks #spideypool #spiderpool #peter parker #wade wilson #YES i compared writing indulgent fanfic to sisyphus' eternal punishment.. and what?#the tangled web we weave #all jokes aside #sleeping with the enemy #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #jegulus

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Hello!!!! Its my first time requesting,

But would you mind doing a quiet, weak-looking s/o but when it comes to sports day, they joined bunch of activities with so much energy! Like they can run fast, jump high and etc!

Could you please do them with Zhongli/Albedo/Xiao/Scaramouche? Or any genshin characters you want!! Ofc, it's a modern AU!!

Sports Day

Ft: Zhongli, Albedo and Xiao (seperated)

A/N: I don't really know how to write about these characters (or lets say i just genuinely dont know how to write for male characters 💀) but i hope this is what you asked for!!! (scara isnt written in here bcs as i said in my pinned post, no unreleased characters sorry!!)

Zhongli

He would be the leader of the school swimming team

Quite busy on sports day since he's got some competitions too

You had told him you'd be very busy on sports day too

Right after he finished with all his competitions, he started hearing your name being announced for competitions

He was quite worried that you had entered competitions since to him, you were so fragile

"Here we have the mighty Y/N L/N VERSUSSSS YANFEI for tennis!!!!" The announcer was very loud indeed, as she was the one and ghostly Hu Tao.

Getting ready, you heard the whistle go off. Yanfei set the ball to you, swiftly hitting the ball back to her. After a few more hits and the ball was aimed quite high, you hit a quick spike, earning a point. Zhongli was astonished from what he just saw, Y/N???? Sporty??? He never heard of that before.

After winning gold medals for tennis, track and field, baseball and volleyball, Zhongli was genuinely terrified by you. The lazy Y/N who literally slept the whole time when Zhongli offered you to be the swimming teams manager for a day was a completely different person today???

After the day was done and you both were walking home he had so many questions.

Zhongli: You never told me you were...quite the active person.

Y/N: Practically quit, but I have gym in the morning before school.

Zhongli: Ah now I see why you're always tired at school, though what do you mean by quit?

Y/N: I used to be on national teams for fencing, so I got my skills for other sports from practicing.

Zhongli was dumbfounded. He paused and blinked, staring at you. He was too shocked.

Y/N: *sigh* Only reason I joined school competitions is because I have a deal with the head coach. He said I wouldn't have to join team trainings or P.E if I just did well in many competitions for sports day then he'll give me a good report. Thats why I always skip P.E class. Oh plus all the coaches are a pain in the ass.

Zhongli: They are quite something. But I'm very amazed by your achievements Y/N. Can't believe you get to skip P.E class too.

Albedo

Albedo was just the one in charge of making sure everybody that were competing knew where they were supposed to be

He never actually knew you played sports until he printed all the lists of competitors

He kept checking if the lists were right because he was SURE you were exactly like him

meaning not sporty and much of a nerd

It wasn't until the big day he finally found out.

"AND WHO DO WE HAVE HEREEEE??? Y/N VERSUSSSSS XIANGLING FOR FENCING!!!" Hu Tao shouted into the mic

Albedo almost spit his caprisun out hearing your name. 'So maybe my speculations were wrong and they were actually sporty?????'

To Albedo, you were just a person that sleeps whenever they can and live off coffee, the same as him. So he was quite amazed looking at you doing fencing.

Still slurping his caprisun, right after the match had ended he snuck up on you and became a whole questionnaire.

Albedo: So you're telling me that you're actually good at sports now?

Y/N: Since the age of 2, yes.

Albedo: But you never went to any training though?

Y/N: Before school training and heavy training for years.

Coach: Hey Y/N, volleyball next. And you kid, go back to your desk. There's a queue full of lost minds out there.

Y/N: Oh well, gotta go. Love ya

You kissed his cheek and ran.

Albedo: Love you too... *whispers* how can they even manage that without intense training everyday..

Xiao

The boy does javelin frfr

He was always going to before and after school training

Was clueless on why you were in a competition

You were always with him in training and slept on the bench so he thought you never really played sports

You were always handing him energy drinks after he finished training

On sports day, he was waiting for his turn on the benches. Until you came sitting next to him.

Xiao: What are you doing here?

Y/N: Waiting for my turn?

Xiao: Oh alright.

He faced the field again

He turned to you in a heartbeat

Xiao: Wait you're playing??????

Y/N: Mhmmmm

Coach: Y/N you're up!

Y/N: Coming right there! Bye, love you xiao.

He blushed intensely and soon jaw dropped when he saw your skills at javelin.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin impact modern au #adeptus xiao #xiao x you #xiao x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #xiao #albedo x reader #albedo

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misiwrites · 1 year

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Mayblade Days 1 & 2

i got a questionable idea of trying to write a fic for @may-blade where each daily prompt makes up one chapter… will i be actually able to keep up with it? idk. i have to write really fast if i want this all done and posted on time, so this is very first draft tier writing

high school AU, a focus on hiromi and tyhil, set in a culturally ambiguous setting of a "bey town". this will be a bit different from what i usually do because i decided to throw in as many ships as i can fit (for high school shenanigans) and many are stuff i've never posted before, tyhil included. it felt like a fitting ship for a school AU and goes well with a side dish of reimax (and all this other stuff i'll sprinkle in) so here goes nothing. just gonna go bonkers with it. may clean this up later for posting on AO3, may not if i don't manage to even finish it, which is possible

and i flipped days 1 and 2 so i'm posting both at the same time. it felt sensible not at all because i ran out of time on monday

prompts: school, unpopular character characters: hiromi focus; see each chapter for who's included bc even i don't really know yet pairings: hiromi/takao; same as above

Hiromi is a first-year in Bey Town High where the majority of students engage in afterschool club activities. When her only friend in school quits their club with no other members, she's forced to venture outside her comfort zone and try to make more friends.

CHAPTER 1 prompt: school characters: hiromi, emily, mentions of others pairings: --

“So, what now? Are you going to quit the club for good?”

Emily’s chin dropped. “Well…”

“So you are.”

“I’m sorry, Hiromi – but you know how much I need the scholarship. Prioritizing the tennis club is the only sensible thing to do. It’s okay if you’re angry with me.”

“I’m not angry,” Hiromi said, though she was a little. She stared down at her fidgeting leg.

“It’s not like we really need a club to keep meeting like this, anyway. I mean…” Emily’s hand gestured vaguely around the space they were in, the lousy excuse for a clubroom they didn’t have; since its foundation in the beginning of the school year, their astrology club had been holding its meetings at the end of a musky corridor in the cellar floor of the school, next to some rusty pipes and other unfitting backdrops, where a perpetual waft of paint and some cleaning agent lingered in the air.

Alright, so maybe their astrology club didn’t have a clubroom. And maybe it had only two members, which were Hiromi and Emily. And, just maybe, they could as well have done their astrology-related geeky stuff literally anywhere else, such as either the Tachibana residence or the Watsons’, but. But but but.

“And, you know,” Emily then decided to put into words what Hiromi precisely didn’t want to hear, “maybe you could go check out some other clubs, too. It would be a good way to meet new people…”

The fidgeting intensified. Em, don’t do this to me.

“…and maybe even make new friends,” the ginger finished, tentatively.

“I don’t want to join other clubs.” Hiromi preoccupied herself with picking stray lumps of lint off her hoodie while talking. “Everyone’s got their own cliques already. It would be awkward. Nobody wants a random weirdo forcing herself into their group in the middle of the year.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. The people in this school aren’t as bad as you think, Hiromi. And you’re not a weirdo.”

That was easy for Emily, fairly popular and a rising youth tennis star, to say. Hiromi, on the other hand, was an unathletic tomboy with few redeeming social qualities; she was studious and quite enjoyed school, had never been the out-going type, and preferred putting an effort in homework over partying or whatever it was that others did in their free time; she had no impressive hobbies to speak of, as her main interests were geeking out about all things spiritual or supernatural and collecting old books; she had plain brown hair and brown eyes and had never been the type to pour copious amounts of time and money into her hair, make-up, or clothes.

Her personality was on the serious side, she wasn’t a playful jokester or a vending machine for clever one-liners like all the popular girls seemed to be. She had never been the bestie that someone would choose first for anything, she’d never been part of a tight-knit group, and she’d never had a real relationship with anyone. No, it would be awkward to the extreme to squeeze herself into some club now – not to mention that she wasn’t terribly interested in, well, almost anything mainstream. She wasn’t very artistic or good at games or well-versed with popular culture other than the couple of shows she religiously followed (and even then, she wouldn’t have joined a club for those because the extent of her nerdiness was definitely embarrassing).

She was, simply put, just a normal girl. Just a Hiromi. She couldn’t become something she was not.

For a minute longer, Emily tried to persuade her to come check out the tennis club, or maybe the rest of the sports clubs. Hiromi gave her a tentative “maybe later” while harboring feelings of intense disinterest.

No, she thought, I’m not giving up on the astrology club that fast.

The following morning was the first time in months that a nervous sweat threatened to dampen her palms as she walked the short way to school. She had so perfectly adapted to her role of being invisible in class already, now she’d have to actually start a conversation with someone new for the first time in weeks. It made her heart thrum uncomfortably. She’d even forgotten to properly prepare for the morning group class. Very uncharacteristic of her.

She took her usual seat by the window near the back of the room, set her backpack to the side, and turned to look at her class. A critical thought. Who in here could I in any sensible way imagine at least consider joining the astrology club?

And there it was: her group, 1-A. Stitched together from wildly different types of people by the infallible hand of the one and only Bey Town High.

Emily, who sat next to her, had yet to arrive. The few other girls she’d done as much as talked to before sat near the front of the classroom, including Ayaka whom she didn’t know much about – apart from the fact that she had a jerk of an older brother who was part of the school’s most notorious bully squad, which effectively kept anyone from starting any shit with her – and Salima, the school council president. Salima seemed alright, always cool and collected; she had a mature air to her that alleviated the intimidation factor. Next to Salima, as always, sat Kane – the two were inseparable, for all Hiromi had seen so far. Even now, as she ogled the pair from her seat in the back, the two were engaged in looking at something together from a shared phone screen. Hiromi wasn’t sure if they were a romantic item or not, but if they weren’t, they sure were a close set of friends.

Two desks over, usually behind the now-absent Emily sat Zeo, a dainty sort of boy from a rich family; behind him, another boy of the same rich sort but infinitely worse in personality, Olivier Bohringer (who insisted on being referred to by his full name by his “pleb classmates”) whom Hiromi was surprised to see present in the first place, the snob had a habit of being chronically late with very little regard to how it might inconvenience others. Olivier had the repugnant aura of do not associate with me, whereas Zeo was lively, friendly, if not a little pushy, as if he always had something to prove. Always trying, mostly in vain, to show off to the boy whose desk he now, too, was leaning back towards in his seat with the expression of an obedient dog – yes, right there, behind Zeo, sat the boy that Hiromi had been actively avoiding making eye contact with for the past few months. Kinomiya Takao.

Not daring to look at him for too long, she stole a deliberate glance at Takao as if in passing. As if her gaze was simply wandering. He was sitting back in his chair, relaxed, laid-back as always, wearing a cap of red and blue and white with the lid facing back, engaged in conversation with some classmates, some guys called Brooklyn and Garland, Hiromi hardly knew them, as she hardly knew anyone to begin with; Zeo was eagerly trying to join the conversation that he hadn’t been included in, he never was yet always tried, wanted to be one of the cool boys and their cool circle.

Hiromi let the words float by. She could hear Takao talking but didn’t want to listen, pretended not to hear his vivid voice that carried over the sea of classroom clatter like it always did. She swiftly fixed her posture and decidedly set her eyes on the back of the person sitting in front of her. It was this short boy called Ivan who only ever read comic books in class, some weird nerd she knew absolutely nothing about.

She was oh-so-annoyed by the way her heart had chosen to leap in anticipation. It was stupid, the way she riled herself up for doing as much as looking at Takao for a bit. She crouched to grab a notebook from her backpack; it felt safe, hiding behind the excuse of urgently and thoroughly needing to check something in her notes.

While making sure that nobody could see her writing, she scribbled the names in the corner of the notebook page:

Kane, Zeo – maybe?

LITERALLY ALL OTHER BOYS – NO.

Ayaka – maybe? don’t know what she’s like

Salima – ok.

So the decision had been made.

CHAPTER 2 prompt: the past characters: hiromi, takao pairings: hiromi/takao

Hiromi and Takao had been childhood friends.

Their houses had been right across from each other on a long, long street in the eastern district of Bey Town. To young Hiromi, this street had been her entire world. The old, wooden house like a jewelry box across the street had been so fascinating to her child’s mind, the large Kinomiya residence with its traditional dojo and yard full of unusual trees. She’d started visiting the family regularly and befriended their younger son, a boy of her own age, Takao. Everything had been so effortless back then, and they’d become friends with the ease and sincerity that only children possessed.

They had built a beautiful tree house with help from Takao’s older brother and held secret meetings; they’d gone to the corner shop of that long, long street to buy candy with the first pocket money of their lives; Takao dug out bugs with a stick from the ground and proudly presented them to her. Innumerable wonderful childhood memories had stuck close to Hiromi’s heart all through her life.

They had only been children. Silly and unassuming, copying what they saw adults do, turning it into just another game. After visiting some family to attend her aunt’s wedding, Hiromi had wanted to play it out. Let’s get married! Just like that. And Kinomiya Yoshie, Takao’s beautiful mother who always wore flowers in her hair, had sewn her a little white dress because she’d asked for one.

Hiromi’s understanding of “getting married” had been to hold Takao’s hand a lot. Parroting cheesy lines about how they would be together forever and taking oaths that were comically solemn for children of their age. She had told him he needed to get her a ring because a boy was supposed to get one for the girl he married, so he’d made one of some twigs he'd picked from the ground. It had been big enough for two of her fingers to fit through. She hadn’t minded, because it had been a gift from him; she’d been so grateful that she’d given him the smallest of kisses on the cheek, just a peck.

Then she proceeded to never forget about that peck. Not for one minute of her life.

Eventually, the Tachibana family had moved to a different house, to a plain flat in a plain apartment building where the only view was the wall of an equally plain neighboring building and a parking lot. She’d been as heartbroken as a child could be – for about three weeks. Then she’d started attending elementary school right next door.

She’d sworn to visit him at least once a week, but it was quickly forgotten. In her new school, she’d begun to notice that girls and boys did not play together – that it was, in fact, embarrassing to play with boys because they were stupid and messy and stinky. The next time the Tachibanas and Kinomiyas held a get-together, Hiromi had hid behind her mother and avoided Takao’s attention all day. The whole pretend marriage thing had started feeling thoroughly humiliating and she didn’t want it addressed ever again.

And she didn’t want to know if Takao still remembered that peck on his cheek now, in high school where they had been put in the same class to her absolute mortification. He had tried to talk to her in the first couple of days of the semester. She’d greeted him politely, then proceeded to pretend she didn’t know him. She prayed to gods that he hadn’t told anyone else in their class about their shared past – but he probably hadn’t, as it didn’t seem like the kind of thing guys would talk about.

Not that she really knew what guys were talking about. After all, she hardly spoke to anyone.

#mayblade 2023 #my writing #fic post #god hel p me

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quills-of-freedom · 1 year

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Mikasa Ackerman relationship, vibe & various ~

💌

💥

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👸

🧜🏻‍♀️

🏃‍♀️

🚵‍♂️

🧘‍♀️

🦄

🌸

🌷

🌼

🍒

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🎡

☔

Moody, quiet and reserved on the outside - a beautiful complex puzzle of emotions on the inside; Mikasa Ackerman is one of the most loving, loyal people on the planet. If you land her affections, you’re one hell of a lucky person.

Mikasa in an AU is most certainly a vegetarian or vegan, she’s far too aware or “woke” as the kids like to say these days, of her surroundings and loves nothing more than to silently protest against animal cruelty and other ethical concerns.

Random headcannon here, but whether it’s her superior Ackerman genes or whatever, Mikasa has the softest skin you’ll ever have the honour of touching. Seriously, it’s like satin silk and cotton. Also her hair health is out of this world.

Ideal Dates

Mikasa is pretty reserved, so somewhere quiet would be her ideal location for getting to know you better. Not the movies, or a crowded restaurant, but somewhere with low volume where you can talk easily.

Getting close to Mikasa is only for the patient. And not the; “I’ll be patient until I’ve had enough” type. It takes months for her to open up her emotions, never mind her body.

So if you have the energy, tenderness and open mindedness then you deserve her undying love, because believe me it is undying. Easy come, easy go. Mikasa is the epitome of extreme solid relationship foundations.

When she can relax around you more you’ll see more and more of that gorgeous, yet rare, smile. But the closer you get, the more it appears. A picnic in the park with her in a beautiful sundress would be the scenery where she realises, maybe you’re not just going to up and leave like everyone else seems to do.

Sharing ice-cream, milkshakes and fries are a common occurrence, so don’t be one of those douches who refuse to share food. It’s adorable when she boops your nose with an ice-cream finger, so just deal with it.

Modern AU

Mikasa is an active person, so she would be into sports such as soccer, basket ball or whatever activities are going on around her area. She has a liking for tennis as she gets to eat strawberries after, as in the English Wimbledon trope.

Mikasa also takes martial arts lessons with Annie, they bonded pretty well over it in an AU. We still never see who is better than who though, unfortunately. Connie has a theory that if they ever clashed fists, the universe would unfold in itself and reality would dissolve.

Since I mentioned earlier that she is most probably a veggie, Mikasa relies on power packed protein bars and shakes for her energy in her active life. She is one of those who wakes up at 5am for a morning jog too. It helps bring her clarity and it supports her mental well-being.

She has social media but rarely posts anything. She lurks sometimes but the apps aren’t opened often.

Mikasa can get jealous but it’s only before she’s not feeling stable in where you two lie. If you’re just starting to see each other, she can turn into the green-eyed monster pretty easily. But once you’re going steady, since she wouldn’t ever share herself with someone who 110% deserves her, she would have total trust in you. But that doesn’t mean she still doesn’t get annoyed if someone tried it on with you.

Uses milk soap. If she’s vegan and not just vegetarian, she uses this man-made honey scrub. Both smell so good.

Has a soft spot for kids, so you’ll likely see her volunteering for a children’s charity or taking baby sitting jobs.

NSFW

Oh boy.

Okay so, with all that waiting and the sheer amount of emotion that now pours from you both for the other, the first time is so mind-blowingly explosive, it won’t last two minutes.

She’ll cum pretty much from you playing with her breasts. Mikasa’s erogenous zone are these gorgeous, soft breasts. After so much kissing and hand-roaming after wanting you for all this time, her panties are soaked through. Her face will blush and she’ll squirm under your mercy, pleading for you not to stop as she sobs your name and clings onto you for dear life. You and you alone make her feel this good as no one ever has before. You have much exploring to do.

Tight. Oh, so beautifully tight.

Light pink, neat and just perfect. Tastes sweet too.

Amazing stamina, can ride you for hours. One of her favourite things to do is slowly ride you into the night as you softly play with her breasts. She’s been needing you all day and now she finally has you.

Your name frequently leaves her lips in moaned whispers, her eyes begging for you to somehow hold her even closer.

Intimacy girl. She likes sex best in private, cosy places.

Loves to please you. She’ll perform oral sex on you as much as you’d like. You deserve it, after all. You waited about a year for her to open her legs.

Kinks

I would say Mikasa is sort of vanilla when it comes to sex but certainly not in a boring or negative way. She adores slow, passionate love-making with you, being raw and vulnerable with the person she loves.

Service / praise kink. Make her feel cherished, loved and adored and she'll have you in her heart forever. Compliment her, shower her with affection and she'll more than want you in-between her most intimate area.

She can praise you too, but she's just shy with it and its difficult for her to find the words she needs; just be patient, she'll get there.

Anything to do with her breasts. She's recently discovered (with you) that she can orgasm from breast play alone, so anything to do with those is a yes.

Cockwarming. Pushing yourself deep within her and praise her lovingly will result in her cuming even without you having to move.

Aftercare

Mikasa is one of the most caring people you’ll ever meet. She loves being held close after sex, falling asleep as you whisper how much you love her and how you’d do anything to protect her.

If you gave her an amazing smashing, once she’s back down to earth she’ll massage your sore muscles, which usually only ends up in her somehow sitting on your cock/strap again.

Mikasa is a feeder. She will never see you go hungry. Food after sex for her King/Queen is a must.

Dates 10/10

Thoughtfulness 10/10

Affection 8/10

Sex 10/10

Aftercare 10/10

#mikasa aot #mikasa headcanons #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x you #mikasa x y/n #snk mikasa

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hello miss pavementsings do you happen to have any recent piarles fic recs? i always enjoy the ones you post so i trust your taste 100% ❣️

wow what a high praise thank you! Idk how recent is recent, but here are a couple from the last month-ish or so that I've enjoyed!

Game, Set, Match (August, 62.4k, M) - Tennis AU. I think I reblogged this when I read it but this was such a refresh for me in the Piarles game! The action writing here is so strong for the tennis portions it actually inspired me to watch the tennis version of DTS on Netflix to watch some of it play out visually because it was so enticing to read. And the characterizations of both of them but Charles in particular, were so interesting and tapped into a side of his personality that i think should be explored more. Bonus Sewis written so well in the background too! If you want a completed Piarles longfic you can read in one long sitting, this should be your first stop. And a second follow up in this series was just released the other week so perfect timing and i get to say both count as recent! my rules!

an indentation in the shape of you (September, 16k, T) - A 5+1 Footballer/Musician AU. I just read this and loved it. It's such a gorgeous story about loving the people who have been there through your life, and what it means to nurture that love through distance. It's rooted in some of the fundamental hardships of early career days -that balancing act of how people you care about intertwine with the journey who you are and who you want to be. Piarles often feels inevitable in some ways, but this explores one of my favourite things about their relationship: the intentionality of sustained closeness.

call it what you want to (September, 138K, E) - Longfic CEO AU. This one I actually read as a WIP, which i dont do very often, but I am so happy to have done that because there was so much here! I think what was done so well in this work is that the beats of the tropes on the tin (enemies to lovers, slowburn, the corporate au of it all, etc) are hit quite cleanly, but because they're done across such a length of story, they feel quite natural when you look back at it holistically. Its like eating the perfect thanksgiving plate, all the key flavours are exactly what you wanted when you bite into it, and when you're done the meal you think wow, that all just works together somehow? The second half of the fic hits SUCH a stride with the themes of grief in particular. It's a story I've already re read, and something you can pick back up sections of to really delve into whichever trope or storyline you found most compelling when you're done.

I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric (August, 4.7K, E) - PWP. I wasn't sure what type of recs you were looking for, so I thought I would try and find you a PWP to cover all bases. I admittedly have not been reading a lot of those these days, so apologies for cheating and going back to August. This one honestly is a combo of incredibly hot, and really interesting character choices that fit piarles soooo well. It's the perfect culmination of the tension between two roommates who are obviously down bad for each other and have been dealing with that issue in different ways.

#sorry about the weird thanksgiving comparison im excited for pumpkin pie this weekend #i haven't tagged the authors on this here tumblr bc some ppl probably dont like that but i certainly can if your work is on here and you do #there are defo more great WIPs in the works but these are fiinnished ones in the last month or so #and defo more great finished ones too I just wanted to give options across ratings!#if you would like more I am happy to do it but i didnt want to just give my opinion on every fic in the tag for the last month lol #fic rec #asks

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theglidingbat · 2 years

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Incorrect Teenage!au ghostbat quotes [I've had too many of these in my drafts so boom they go in one post]

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Bruce: Lol. Heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this.

Khoa: What did you do Bruce?

Bruce: a Mistake.

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Khoa: How do you want your coffee?

Bruce: Black, like my soul.

Khoa:

Khoa: Bruce, your soul is a latte.

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Bruce: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Khoa: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

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Bruce: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!

Khoa: Bruce-

Khoa: It- it was just an ant-

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Khoa: So we're gathered here today for a very special reason and I think you'll all agree with me here.

Khoa: And if you don't well then fuck you.

Khoa: I'm looking at you, Bruce, you jealous mop.

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Bruce: If you really want to get back at a man, scare him with a pregnancy test. I’ve got a whole box of old positives at my house.

Khoa: You’re a male

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Bruce: I made tea.

Khoa: I don't want tea.

Bruce: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea.

Khoa: Then why did you tell me?

Bruce: It's a conversation starter.

Khoa: It's a horrible conversation starter.

Bruce: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.

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Bruce: Listen, we’re done, we’re over! Okay?

Khoa: Whatever bitch, you ain’t never gonna find no one like me.

Bruce: Yeah, that's the point shithead!

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Bruce: Do you have a bobby pin?

Khoa: Yeah. *searches in their hair*

Khoa: Oh, no, wait. I’m not a nine-year-old girl.

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Bruce: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you.

Khoa: Being a fish.

Bruce: Well, shit.

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Bruce: Are you ready to commit?

Khoa: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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Bruce: I want a bf.

Khoa: Do you mean best friend, boyfriend or bread feast? Because you’re being really vague here.

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Khoa: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd.

Bruce: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue.

Khoa: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.

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Bruce: Bonjour, Khoa. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi?

Khoa: No, I don't want to sleep with you.

Bruce: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.

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Khoa: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder.

Khoa: *glares at Bruce*

Bruce: Well, sorry I have morals!

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Bruce, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.

Khoa: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

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Bruce: Go fuck yourself.

Khoa, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

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Harley : Hey Bruce, wanna third wheel on my date with Ivy tomorrow?

Bruce: Sure.

Harley : Khoa! Wanna third wheel on my date with Ivy tomorrow?

Harley : Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!

Bruce & Khoa: ...

Ivy: Harley ...

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Bruce: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-

Clark: A doll.

Selina : A cinnamon roll.

Khoa: Babygirl

Bruce:

Bruce: ...stop it.

#ghostbat #bruce wayne #minhkhoa khan #batman #ghostmaker #incorrect quotes

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seventeenlovesthree · 1 year

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I have found this amazing headcanon-analysis of the the potential poly-relationship between Takeru, Hikari and Meiko by @uniarycode (please give it a read, it’s great!!!) and I realized something. Back in mid-2021, I had started one HUGE compilation of my headcanons for the relationship between Taichi, Sora and Koushirou to play out... And never finished that one.

Since I had quite a few epiphanies in recent months, I finally wanted to sit down and write down all my headcanons for them – and how they’d actually manage to become a polyamorous relationship based on things that may have happened that way or similarly in canon (slightly tilted to the left, maybe more in an AU kind of way).

LONG POST AHEAD.

Platonic / Friendship

Taichi and Sora have gotten to know each other even before their families moved from Hikarigaoka to Odaiba, so I’d say they probably already became friends in 1st grade (at the age of approximately 6), so calling them actual childhood friends isn’t too farfetched.

Sora played for the girls’ football team until the end of 3rd grade and then joined the boys’ team when she and Taichi are in 4th grade and that’s where they become an unstoppable attacking force. Since they’re already friends, they’re reading each other’s movements easily, understanding each other blindly and giving each other advantages and spotlight. Football is also the main thing they bond over after school and they regularly meet to gush over recent local league results, arguing about who are the best players, etc.

Koushirou joins their club when he’s in 4th grade, approx. half a year before they all go together to Summer camp – and as it was clearly stated in the novels, he wouldn’t have gone if Taichi hadn’t invited him. Taichi and Sora are immediately taking him under their wing, as they can both tell he’s not the most athletic and has a hard time keeping up with the pace of their other teammates, so their natural instinct to take care of younger ones takes over easily. Taichi is also the one who first asks Koushirou whether he wants to hang out with them outside of the club – to which Koushirou reacts with complete and utter confusion. He turns him down the first few times, as he is 100% sure that Taichi won’t even enjoy his company, as they do not seem to have a lot in common at first – but Taichi doesn’t give up. He’s not pushy about it, which Koushirou is very grateful for, since spending time with people is still pretty exhausting to him at this point in time. But he quickly discovers how kind Taichi actually is, always praising his passes with a loud “Nice shot!” all across the pitch and doesn’t shy away from telling him that he should be proud of his ability to read their opponents’ positioning, calling him “the best offside trap of all times”. Sora is naturally protective of Koushirou as she senses that he’s reserved and not very comfortable around others and thus gently nudges him, asking what he would like to do after school. They end up playing video games at the Yagami residence, either all three of them, just Taichi and him (or them getting joined by Hikari every once in a while). In the following months, it rather becomes a thing for Taichi and Koushirou to hang out and Taichi quickly notices that the kid he first perceived as rather shy has quite a bold and forward nature when it comes to solving riddles and stuff (mainly through them doing homework together). He liked Koushirou before that, but seeing him get excited and outgoing over things makes it even easier for Taichi to bond with him.

After their adventures in the Digital World, both Sora (6th grade) and Koushirou (5th grade) leave the football club to pursue other interests – Sora joins the tennis club as Koushirou regularly visits (and eventually captains) the computer club. Taichi often (jokingly) mopes about them “leaving him behind” – at the beginning, he was indeed disappointed, but deep down, he is happy that they’re doing things they’re more interested in, as they’ve all grown more confident in recent months.

In terms of “hanging out”, Sora and Koushirou live in the same building and before entering middle school, they tend to go home together a lot – and also end up doing homework together at times. He helps her with English and several Science related subjects (she’s decent at Math and Biology, but can’t stand Physics and Chemistry) and she helps him with Social Studies and Arts. Taichi tags along at times, but doesn’t get as invested in their conversations about the subjects, even if they try their best to make him take his tasks seriously. Koushirou also helps Sora in doing research about flower arrangement, as she struggles with it a lot.

All three of them aren’t particularly good at talking about feelings, but the longer they know each other, the more they pick up on each other’s interests, backgrounds and families. Koushirou already knows a lot about the Yagami family due to hanging out there frequently, he knew about Taichi’s and Hikari’s past already and Yuuko has basically accepted him as second son anyway, so she tells him a lot about her kids’ childhood. When he is at Sora’s place, he learns that her father works as university professor in Kyoto – as we all know, he’ll work with him one day in his research of Digital World affairs and whenever Sora is back home, she’d meet up with her father and Koushirou for lunch or dinner. Plus, he is getting along very well with her mother, who cherishes him for his calmer attitude – in comparison to Taichi, whose charisma she still finds charming, even if she is aware that him and her daughter have had their moments because of that.

Taichi is the one who first learns about Sora’s interest in fashion – and about her crush on Yamato. He discovers both of it unintentionally – the former not only because of the infamous hair clip disaster, but because even he, whose own fashion sense revolves around mainly sports gear, notices that her sporty wardrobe changed over time. As she spends a lot of time with tennis practice and preparations for tournaments, they don’t have many opportunities to meet during middle school and he does wonder when exactly she started to wear skirts that much whenever they meet. He’s observant enough that he notices her getting a lot more flustered around Yamato and at first, she’s even acting apologetic (even offensive) towards him when he points it out towards her. Even if it bugs him that they don’t spend a lot of time together anymore, he’s the one who pushes her to confess to Yamato – it’s a phase in which they butt heads a lot, especially because his well-meaning attempts to encourage her to “not wear skirts if you don’t want to, it’s not that hard” aren’t always appropriately phrased. However, they’re still there for each other whenever it’s needed and Taichi really, REALLY wants Sora to be happy after all.

Koushirou doesn’t purposely intervene when they’re having quarrels, but he’s also naturally the one Taichi turns to in order to talk about her and her distant behaviour (since they’re friends after all and even if “emotional stuff” isn’t their subject of expertise, the conversation just naturally goes there, because they’re both nuts that care a lot). It also happens frequently that Sora and Koushirou bond over Taichi being “like that”, they both know how he can be at times and as much as they both cherish him, it’s something Koushirou often cannot help but side with her over.

It takes until high school before Taichi and Sora really start to get along with less teenage hormones arguments again and it starts with small gestures and attempts – like her attending Taichi’s football matches again occasionally and him giving her a book on design and colour coordination for Christmas. Around that time, she does return to a more Sora-like clothing style, but it takes time for her to figure out what exactly that means.

During their transition period between middle- and highschool, their schedules are extremely off – Taichi still often finds himself visiting Koushirou by his window after football practice, since the Izumis live on the ground floor. When they know that Sora is around, they text her to join them there as well. Koushirou himself doesn’t attend any clubs in middle school anymore, as he wholly committed to doing research (and mentor work) for the new Chosen Children, so he either ends up at home early or spends a lot of time at the computer rooms in school. Sometimes, Taichi picks him up from there, even if he has to go out of his way for that. (He also did that at times when he was in middle school and Koushirou still in his computer club in elementary school whenever football practice was cancelled, so the other club members often wondered why that – kinda popular – upperclassman was around that often. There were rumours… Lots of them.)

When Koushirou learns about Sora’s affinity for fashion – he notices the kimonos she made for the culture festival in school –, he is very keen on helping her with research here as well. Not only does it inspire him to create his infamous clothing app, but she also kindly nudges him towards figuring out his own preferred style (because it’s still easier for her to see that for others than for herself). His gear is either formal or reminiscent of what he always wore (Button downs and wide pants) and her suggestions lead him to wear more comfortable things, especially when he’s spending hours upon hours on his laptop.

When Koushirou enters highschool, they actually pick up the habit of chatting and calling each other over the phone a lot more. They did that in middle school through the digiterminal, but only for the sake of Digital World missions, not because of private things. You know – they still learn how to communicate. Taichi still isn’t very good at dealing with technology and Sora isn’t too used to texting either (and usually prefers to call), but Koushirou eventually convinces them that electronic communication isn’t too bad to stay in touch better (as he already demonstrates by texting a lot with Mimi in America and Sora actually starts doing this with her as well).

Falling for each other / going into romance

Each of them coming to terms with their feelings being more than just platonically based – takes time, to say the least. A LOT of time.

For Sora, the period of alienating herself from the group in her early twenties to find her purpose, is also the time when she has to contemplate whether or not she is even ready to be in a committed long-term relationship at all. With Yamato being focused on figuring out his own career and her figuring out if design is really the thing she intends to ditch the iemoto-family-inheritance over – they may actually come to the conclusion to stop seeing each other, but remaining on friendly terms.

It’s after her and Taichi had to say good-bye to their Digimon partners (for the time being at least) that they actually decide to meet each other in private again. They’re both still going to different universities and since they’ve both had a tendency to distance themselves from everything and everyone else for quite some time, it’s hard for either of them to make the first step towards one another. Thankfully, Koushirou has always been adamant on the “please just use the phone, you don’t have to write a wall of text, just send a simple message” part of their communication process – especially now that he is making his own phones at his own company, he, being the office shut-in he occasionally is, has to make sure they MAKE that move towards each other. To ask each other to have lunch or dinner, meeting after university/study hours – or to actually visit Koushirou at his office to have said dinner together (and silently apologizing to him for being so stubborn, even if they would never really admit that).

Koushirou himself is perfectly ready to just let the other two do their thing – despite him having had a crush on Mimi in highschool and (dreadfully) knowing exactly what these “suddenly changing” feelings mean, he doesn’t approach the situation in an initiative way. Taichi was always the person he had been closest with, physically and emotionally, he never took his own attachment to and adoration for him in a non-platonic way – until it finally hits him one day and no matter how much and how often Tentomon tries to encourage him to face that kind of revelation, he refuses to do that at first. It doesn’t help that he has always seen Sora as that wonderfully supportive friend who is also pretty gorgeous but, unlike Mimi, never had caused butterflies in his stomach, but more of a very warm, very affectionate glimmer, now that he thinks about it... But he decides not to get in the way, not with both of them finally getting closer to one another – because he comes to the conclusion that, objectively speaking, they would obviously be more drawn to each other than to him; doesn’t matter that he himself feels attracted to both of them, that could be “an anomaly” after all, he could not imagine someone like Sora – who apparently fell for the likes of Yamato AND Taichi – to fall for someone like him, just for example. And neither would Taichi… Right? Speaking of anomaly, he thinks to himself, what does that even mean in this case? So his curiosity gets the better of him and he does research, lots and lots of research on unconventional, non-heteronormative relationship dynamics, the phenomenon of being attracted to several genders and only after a certain level of closeness, etc., and oh boy, does he get lost in that…

Taichi is still hesitant when it comes to facing his feelings as well – of course he has somewhat recognized by now that he is definitely attracted to redheads (if the porn he hides beneath his bed gives you any indication towards that), but going for one of his closest friend’s ex-girlfriend who is also one of his own best friends while simultaneously coming to the conclusion that his other best friend ALSO has some impact on him despite being a guy is… Quite conflicting, to put it lightly. He wants to do SOMETHING, he wants to work towards the unification of the Digital and the real world, strengthening the relationships – but how does one deal with all of that, your own mental health after having lost your literal soulmate, AND the idea that you may have fallen for two people at once? He’s HAPPY that he and Sora (awkwardly) try to reconcile after all this time, seeing her slowly but steadily thriving in figuring out that creating fashion designs is exactly what she had always wanted, it BUGS him that Koushirou is so committed to finding a way to restore his and Agumon’s partnership while totally overworking himself, he wants to shake him, tell him that it’s fine, tell Sora that he’ll always be supporting her with everything he can, but… He doesn’t really know how to do all of that (yet).

Sora feels that change in her as well, but it confuses her even more. Going for fashion design after having concealed her true desires for such a long time, breaking through expectations and family traditions, is one thing – but going for two men at once after having broken up with someone out of their shared friend group feels like it should be absolutely out of question.

And thus, no progress was made for a long time – until the others begin to feel the change as well. Mimi noticing that Sora had suddenly become weirdly talkative on the phone (or in texting) swooning over Koushirou improving the design apps he had been working on for her for years, encouraging and supporting her through his gadgets. Mimi feels like something in her universe has shifted a little, because usually, SHE was one who praised Koushirou in front of Sora, so her getting so open about these things feels off. Not to mention that she hasn’t even mentioned getting into any disagreements or arguments with Taichi – on the contrary, she looks genuinely serene, almost bubbly when even mentioning his name.

That’s it, Mimi thinks to herself, and contacts “the squad”, namely Miyako (and in extension Hikari) as well as Takeru as “spies” to gather information. Takeru gently nudges Yamato, trying to figure out how his current state with Sora is, leaving Yamato just as confused, because he hasn’t noticed much of a change after having broken up with her, with them just ”texting normally”. He does mention that Taichi felt a bit less depressed than he was just a few months ago. Hikari confirms the same thing in regards to Taichi, but also claims to have the impression that he seems rather “confused” and “spaced out”, leaving behind things at the Yagami residence, forgetting meetings in general, etc, but she blamed that on him being too focused on his thesis, even after having handed it in a while ago. And Takeru can only agree with Mimi that, for some reason, Koushirou appears to be strangely hyper as well – despite knowing that he hasn’t made any progress in getting Agumon and the others back yet. Miyako is the one who makes the dramatic deduction that something as scandalous as a “love triangle” might be going on here; she was half joking, but Hikari starts to beam slightly, sensing that something else must be going on.

And so Mimi and Takeru try to dig at Koushirou first – because they both KNOW what an emotional mess he CAN be if approached from the right side. To their surprise, he is actually more grounded in his own deduction of the situation, having come to the conclusion that, yes, his feelings may fall under the category of polyamory, but he still has no intention of moving towards that… Until they both start to push him in that direction LOUDLY, trying their best to invalidate his rational approach (“Who cares if you can’t get married with two people at once, what is the Digital World for then, do they even have a law system specifying ANYTHING in terms of romantic relationships? Ha, didn’t think so!”).

Miyako is the one who tries to dig deeper at Sora – and Hikari does the same with Taichi. They’re both feeling easily dragged into a corner, not directly admitting what it is that moves them at the moment, but both Miyako and Hikari are addressing the whole “But didn’t you say you finally wanted to become happy again?” issue they’ve been dealing with for quite a while now, leaving both of them in thought.

It still takes some time of contemplation for either of them – but seeing how Taichi and Sora are even more reluctant to face their feelings, Koushirou is the one who eventually approaches them in a more… Matter-of-factly “That’s the way it is, at least how I see it, what do you propose we shall do about this?” kind of of way that baffles the other two even more. Initially, Taichi and Sora had decided to drag Koushirou out of his office to take a break from overworking – so they did not expect him to throw that bomb on them in return.

A night of very confusing conversations trying to give the whole dilemma a name (usually followed by long moments of silence) later – they decide to actually give it a try. It’s weird and surreal and, again, neither of them is really able to fully process what HAS been happening between them, but… They know they care for each other. Deeply. And being in each other’s lives makes them better, feel better, wanting to be better, much better than they did when they were dealing with everything by themselves. They’re aware it will not be easy, on the contrary, figuring this out will take its time, its toll, and emotional breakdowns, probably changing the dynamics they’ve been developing ever since they were kids forever. But… They decide it’s worth trying.

The relationship / dating

Once their partnerships with their Digimon are restored (thanks to them finally finding their own personal happiness), they all start to seriously work towards their future – this time, together.

Sora, becoming a professional designer of Japanese clothing with her own twist on it, is responsible for providing not only her two partners but also their Digimon with appropriate attire for their respective fields of working; mainly suits (for the official conferences and ambassador meetings), but also more utility/occasion related clothing (such as the laboratory clothing Koushirou wears).

Koushirou on the other hand also provides them all with gadgets for their work fields, with Sora not only getting improved versions of his fashion apps, but also multi-function glasses for her exhibitions, based on the distortion tracking goggles he keeps providing Taichi with. Him and Taichi also work together compiling the data the latter needs for his speeches.

Taichi is the one being away the most due to diplomat duty in the future and it took a while to get there too, with various internships, travels to the Digital World – thus, electronic communication becomes more important than ever. Whenever he’s home, him and Sora cook together, as she has taught him more complicated dishes outside of the more simplified ones he was capable of (Omurice…) and he brings home lots of recipes from countries all over the world for them to try out together. Koushirou, being among the least picky eaters out there, enjoys watching them like that.

When the situation allows it, they also use the Digital World as gateway-space to have dates – either in the explorative kind or just finding a quiet space to relax.

Since their dynamics and energy levels are so different, each combination would also have their own little dates without the third partner. Taichi cannot really deal with fashion talk like the other two do, Sora can’t keep track on the other two getting into their own nerd rambles and Koushirou, as mentioned, is not in on the cooking passion of the other two and also not as invested in sports anymore either – just for example. In regards to the latter, Taichi and Sora would definitely encourage Koushirou to work out more though – and he agrees if THEY agree to get more acquainted with the technology he provides for them, making sure they don’t break anything unintentionally and getting hurt in the process.

Spending time together may not happen as regularly as either of them would like to, but they enjoy it each and every time and make use of it to the fullest. They’d also have movie nights and very rambly calls on whatever was going on at the moment. They’d also have a group chat (and usually, it’d be two of them rambling with the third one going “What the heck, WHERE HAVE I BEEN???”).

Taichi is the most physical from the very beginning on, as his way of reconciling with Agumon also pathed the way for him to do as Hikari said – going for his own happiness. He also gets super (over-)protective of them, especially when they get sick. Whereas Koushirou rarely initiates, but does have his moments of allowing himself one – or two – shoulders to lean on. He was never good at asking for help – but having two very persistent partners who basically force him to face his own vulnerability as overwhelming forces of nature isn’t something he feels like protesting against too much. Plus, his love language has always been “acts of service”, so doing something for them in return, surprising them with his own personal declarations of love (like initiating the relationship in the first place) is definitely getting to them. As mentioned, the theme between them is still learning to communicate – and that goes specifically for their needs. Sora takes a while, but once she does get a grip on her own wants, needs and expectations, she does become more vocal (and physical) about wanting/needing affection, not only giving it, as that is her most natural approach. Comforting the other two is something that comes naturally to her – but them teaming up to make HER open up is something she is not used to at first, and has always been struggling with.

Their families had been mainly supportive from the very beginning; the Yagamis would basically see it as an extension of their son’s life generally being more “out of the norm” than anything they’d EVER witnessed and take it with a ton of humour; the Izumis probably would have accepted any lifestyle their son was going for as long as he felt comfortable with it and are extra happy to see him form a family on his own after he had been in doubt about his own whereabouts for so long; the Takenouchis had been the most difficult to deal with in comparison, but Sora’s father actually just wishes for Sora to never doubt the connections she shares with her partners, even with periods of long distance taking place here and there. Whereas her mother DID need time to accept the unconventional nature of their relationship at first, which is just what Sora was scared of. However, in the end, she cherishes both Taichi and Koushirou despite their intensely varying dynamics with her daughter and, just like with her career, eventually gives Sora her blessings.

As for their friends, most of them had been surprised at the outcome at first (with the likes of Iori and Jyou being most baffled at the possibility of such a thing even being possible), but all got used to it, with varying degrees of time passing. The “squad” had already been supportive from the start, Daisuke had nothing but adoration for his “senpais” and Yamato needed a while to really process what had been happening (actually feeling somewhat bad about not having been able to at least talk to Taichi or Sora up front), but was just as welcoming in the end as the rest.

Despite Taichi being the cheesiest in the relationship, getting all romantic and mushy, Sora having the tendency to mother the others to at least SOME degree and either of them usually being the ones initiating physicality and acts of affection – Koushirou would actually end up being the one to propose to the others first; just like at the beginning of their relationship, by actually using the argument Mimi was using to convince him back then, claiming that they could easily get married in the Digital World.

tbc

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