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the-bar-sinister · 6 months ago

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What might have been, what might yet be (866 words) by thesavagesabretooth

Luffy lay with his head in Hancock's lap, the rest of his body flopped out across the grass. His hands were occupied idly weaving the stems of flowers together, and he'd been quiet for a while when he asked.

"If you could change things, would you still become a pirate?"

Hancock looked down at him, her fingers stroking gently through the stretchy strands of his hair as she propped herself up on her other hand.

She favored him with a smile as she nodded once. “I believe I would, yes…I think no matter what I changed I would still feel the call of the sea, just as my mother and father had.”

"Me too," Luffy said quietly, scrunching up a little bit against her. "Sometimes I wish I had gone earlier."

She shifted to hold him a little closer against her stomach and thighs. “As early as you could, dear Luffy?”

She could relate to it…she often haunted herself with ‘what if’. What if they had left Amazon Lily earlier despite her mother’s warnings? What if they took a different route on that fateful adventure to ‘become Kuja Pirates’. Would she have still been made a slave? If she’d left a year earlier with Mari and Sonia they may never been.

Luffy nodded against the softness of her stomach. The lines on his face were sharp, drawn out by the tension in his jaw now where so often there was smiling softness. He added another flower to his weave.

"Me and my brothers. We should have left as soon as we could. It would have worked out somehow."

“I am certain it would have, somehow, Luffy. My sisters and I should have left sooner too, perhaps things could have been different…” Hancock’s fingers drifted down to brush against the tense muscles along the side of his face. “'What if' is a powerful question, isn’t it?"

"Yeah," he nodded, biting his lip. "Not really one that has a good answer, either, huh? I think I really meant— do you like being a pirate?"

“Do I like being a pirate…?” Hancock looked down at him with her heavily lidded eyes and a warm smile “as opposed to an Empress…or anything I can imagine being?”

She thought for a moment, giving the question the diligence it deserved as she tugged a few stands of his hair between her fingers.

“Yes…I do like being a pirate. The world has been unkind, dear, and my dream of being a pirate had inadvertently put me in the worst situation I’ll ever face, but at the end of the day I cherish the freedom being the head of the Kuja Pirates has given me.”

She smiled down at him. “Queens in their castles cannot change the world beyond the limits of their island. A pirate is unbound by such constraints…a pirate is unbound by any chain at all.”

Hancock watched as all the trouble and tension in Luffy's face drained away at her answer, the lines going soft again as he smiled his wide, passionate smile. Leaving the daisy chain on his stomach he reached up and he put his hands around her face.

"You get it." He grinned even wider. "That's what being a pirate is really all about."

She smiled back, his grin was infectious…she never could help herself when he started smiling. “I do, I do get it. Piracy is a life of freedom, with the power to never let yourself be bound down by anything. My parents were pirates living how they wished…I was saved by the Sun Pirates…”

She closed her eyes, still smiling brightly as she held him closer to her lap. “The gold, the jewels…they all come second to that lovely feeling of the open sea, no?”

"Uhuh." He nuzzled against her, and she felt his hands leave her face. "Not that I'd ever say no to gold and jewels. Finding treasure is always a fun surprise."

His fingers brushed her hair, and she felt a soft weight on her head.

“A nice surprise and a beautiful marker of your success…something to remember the thrill with.”

She opened her eyes, and her free hand reached up to touch the top of her head, against the gentle weight.

The daisy chain had vanished from Luffy's stomach, and Hancock could see the edges of flower petals hanging over her forehead.

She flushed, and her smile went from ear to ear as she looked down at Luffy. “and I see you’ve bestowed a pirate’s treasure on me once more.”

Luffy giggled. "I'll make one for myself next. It's the right kind of crown for a pirate king."

Hancock leaned down to plant a gentle kiss upon his lips before she brushed her fingers along the soft petals atop her head. It was such a simple thing, formed of the beauty of the world itself by clever hands out of care. Despite the allure of gold and jewels, these sorts of moments captured Hancock most of all— the sort of quiet tenderness she was so often denied in the past.

“A perfect crown for Pirate King and a Pirate Empress alike.”

#luhan #boa hancock #monkey d. luffy #luffy x hancock #one piece #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3

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quickdeaths · 9 months ago

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As Sonia explained her situation, Shinobu found herself possessed of two conflicting emotions. It was awful, what had happened to Sonia - how she'd been treated as a status symbol or an accessory. That any man could look at her, with how interesting and charming she was, and see her only in that way was the height of male myopia. And yet, there was some part of themselves that was happy her date hadn't gone spectacularly, and that Hasegawa would not continue onwards in her life as a boyfriend, or, eventually, something even more than that.

The only feeling that wasn't conflicted or in any doubt was her awareness that she should have beaten him harder. For that sort of person, it would have been fair to take a few of his teeth, or to crack a rib. Perhaps if she'd pierced a lung with a broken rib, he'd have been too laid-up to even attend his little function. Of course, that would have brought with it all manner of complications, but... Anzu was a good liar, and she'd have covered for her, if asked. Yes, she should have allowed her violent urges to play as they liked, knowing that it might have been some while before the opportunity surfaced again. Hasegawa should hope not to cross her path again, she thought, for she'd surely enjoy dismantling him.

They became aware too late that that dark shroud had settled over their features. "That's awful, Miss Nevermind," she said, taking a breath and forcing her sharp eyes to relax behind her glasses, and allowing the tension she'd been holding in her jaw to release. "Even for all my own dating misfortunes, that sort of experience stands out as uniquely unfair." Without her mind realizing what her body was doing, Shinobu reached out and gently took Sonia's hands in her own. "I've... said as much, before, but I repeat myself - you are rather extraordinary, Miss Nevermind. Any man who refuses to see that deserves not a moment of your time."

Looking at Sonia like this, so close, always seemed to soften her expression. "If you've made that decision for yourself, I'm no one to question it, but..." She shook her head, casting off the errant thought that had nearly made its way to her lips. "Whenever it is, I suppose, now, or some point in the future, you surely deserve someone who will treat you as you desire to be treated. Not as a prize to be displayed, or some thing upon a pedestal to be guarded and hidden away, but rather..."

The blush on Shinobu's face stretched past her cheeks, reaching the tips of her ears. This kind of nakedly honest vulnerability ill-suited her, in her opinion. "Rather, as you are, I mean. After all, you have to know that you're quite special, as far as people go." It was embarrassing. So embarrassing, and yet, she didn't let Sonia's hands go. "You could be a penniless orphan with no title, with nothing at all to your name, Miss Nevermind, and I hardly think it would change how lucky someone would be to have your affection."

She was talking far too much, wasn't she? "I regret if I've been unduly running my mouth, Miss Nevermind," they murmured apologetically. "I just wouldn't want you to think that you were in any way at fault for what transpired. Ha- he, rather, clearly missed out." Awkward... She truly had too much connection to the situation, and to speak plainly about it would only raise more questions. Shinobu would need to approach it carefully. "I'm not sure if it would bring you any comfort, but, I have my suspicions as to whether or not that was even his gift in the first place - the gentleman."

He'd seen the dessert himself, hadn't he? And yet not even realized that the red strawberries were mixed with white ones - Japan's hatsukoi no kaori strawberries. The scent of first love. What an embarrassing name for such a sweet fruit. Frankly, had Hasegawa any understanding of them, surely he could have parlayed it into a more romantic point. That he'd stolen credit was bad enough, but then to so... what was the word Anzu used in situations like this... 'fumble' the situation was even worse. Then, so important was it to correct Sonia's understanding, so she might not think such a personal and thoughtful gift came from someone so unconcerned with her.

With a soft hum, Shinobu gave a light shrug of their shoulders. "I'm in the same class as Miss Sato, you see - the baker - and we're on decent enough terms." After Anzu and Sonia, Ayaka could, perhaps, be considered her next closest regular acquaintance, if not quite a full friend. "Anzu spoke with her, and inquired about it, and though Miss Sato declined to reveal the identity of the person who solicited it, she mentioned they brought a detailed plan of what they wanted. She didn't seem to think it was a reserve course student, either, and Miss Sato... for her sharp exterior, is rather sensitive to these sorts of romantic things. I don't imagine she'd accept so elaborate an order if she didn't detect some manner of genuine feelings behind it." She took a breath, her speech having lost a bit of its even, measured tone. Honestly, they had to mind themselves. "If it's any comfort at all to you, then, it might be the case that the person who had it sent to you is still out there."

Was that enough? She felt some small measure of regret, of course, for involving Ayaka in the situation. She and Sonia didn't speak, so, it was unlikely that things would get back to her, and it wasn't as though she'd said anything particularly untrue, or damning. Ayaka was, after all, both sensitive to, and perceptive regarding romantic gestures and feelings. They'd learned that much at that ridiculous party that Anzu and Momoka had thrown involving half of their class. Even just thinking about it... what a bizarre night that had been.

"Ah, and as for the Valentine's chocolates..." Shinobu had, as she recalled, said thank you, but, perhaps Anzu was right. She texted so strangely that perhaps the message didn't get through, surrounded as it was by other things. "Actually, yours are the only ones I kept. I receive too many, and I'm not especially taken with chocolate in the first place, so I seldom eat them, but..." Abruptly, she became aware of the fact that she was still holding Sonia's hands, but, to let go now seemed as though it would draw too much attention to it. "I greatly enjoyed yours, Miss Nevermind, so thank you."

There was a moment, standing with her in the corridor like this, away from the eyes of others, holding both of her hands, where Shinobu imagined that something could happen. What, exactly, that something would look like, they weren't sure. There was just... something. Some kind of potential energy. Then, the moment passed, as Shinobu heard in the distance the announcement over the PA. First in the auditorium itself, then in the hallway. "Ah..." She murmured, letting go of Sonia's hands. "I suppose that's our sign to go to our seats, isn't it?"

Oh, that was it. It was clear to Sonia that she had taken a step too far: so entrenched in her personal sense of justice and fairness that it had bristled against her friend's already-prickly shell. And making a scene in the courtyard to boot: she sighed, idly reaching for a small tangle in her long hair and smoothing it out. Another thing she wasn't supposed to do in front of others: see to her beauty needs while enforcing her personal views on moral fortitude.

Shinobu had begun, Sonia thought, to retreat into themselves, and she began to wrestle with two conundrums of her own: why had they even asked her to come, if her opinions and presence would only serve to upset them in the end? And did they regret it yet, trying to take Princess Sonia of Novoselic on a perfectly normal outing that she, even without opening her mouth, would manage to make a disaster of? "Thank you," Sonia replied at Shinobu's offer. "I feel awful for what happened in the courtyard already. I do not want to make this afternoon worse for you or your friend. I am sorry, I realize I have said too much."

Was it the way Shinobu held herself, or the way her lips curved into a deep frown of displeasure? Sonia wasn't entirely sure, but what she did know was that she didn't like it. Or rather, she didn't like seeing Shinobu like this: a look and posture of disdain and disappointment, the look she was used to her friend giving the throngs of young women who loitered outside of Hope's Peak's gates waiting for her nearly every afternoon. The look she'd given to her date when she'd dumped that soda atop Sonia's head. Maybe it was contrary to how so many saw Shinobu Yaguchi, but Sonia would really preferred her to be smiling, or at least content about her life at present.

She just wasn't sure if she could help her achieve it, but that wouldn't stop Sonia from trying.

"Yes, I remember," She said. She couldn't bring herself to lean against the wall beside Shinobu, so she took to standing straight, shoulders back and head high, near her instead. "I was worried about being trampled, so I asked Anzu-san to give you my chocolates instead. I was not sure if the candy would have arrived intact otherwise. I hope you liked them." She smiled softly at the thought. Sonia had never heard from her friend if she did like them: she'd always assumed Shinobu didn't like chocolate at all. Maybe she tasted a few offerings just to be nice, but she doubted she kept any of them. Still, it was a nice thought: that Shinobu Yaguchi enjoyed, instead of merely tolerated, her gift. She didn't want to receive special treatment most of the time, but there was something about her friend appreciating her gift over others that gave Sonia butterflies.

"But that is unfortunate," Sonia continued, her smile now warmer, one that reached her eyes and was directed solely at Shinobu. "You should be able to go about your life in peace, without others constantly in demand of you. Maybe it sounds crass, but I know, truly, what that is like. I would not wish that on anyone, especially you."

She was a dear friend, but even a friend couldn't keep Sonia's smile on her face when asked about her supposed post-White Day 'date.' The disappointment appeared in her eyes before the rest of her face caught up: chin tilted down towards the floor, the frown. "Oh, that," She replied, her tone dull and flat, lacking the compassion she'd felt when talking about Shinobu just before. "I knew he had not made or requested it himself when I asked about the various types of strawberries used. He did not know that there were multiple varieties of strawberries."

Sonia sighed deeply, her blonde brows furrowing. Shinobu hadn't meant to unnerve her, she understood that. But they'd opened a floodgate that, until the privacy of that hallway and their company, Sonia had kept bottled tightly inside her. Complaining was a weakness, one a princess should never show, and yet with the smallest inquiry from her friend it all came tumbling out. "He wanted me to go to a party with him," She continued, "Some large, fancy party for members of the Japanese Diet, to congratulate another law reform that will make the majority of Japanese citizens suffer for the sake of those in power. He was already in a sour mood due to someone injuring his nose, but he needed someone. Me, on his arm, to compete with his friends and their heiresses, actresses, idols, and models."

She paused, swallowing thickly, as her hands balled into fists. "To make sure his father noticed that he was the only one there with a princess in tow. He did not even want to talk to me, to listen to anything I had to say, unless it was about him or his family. That is how it is...that is how it usually, always, is."

Sonia pushed her anger aside in favor of focus, of determination, her hands uncurling and relaxing at her sides. "That is why I think I should not try to date anymore, at least while I am still a student, at least until I must date, and marry, and bear the next heirs to the throne," She explained, nodding, as if the gesture would cement her decision further. "Everyone wants to date me because I am a princess, I am something to show off or something they feel compelled to protect because I am perceived as fragile and elevated over others. And those who do not care about my title...well, my title still hurts them in the end. It would be easier if I did not require a love match, but, I cannot in good conscience enter a relationship, much less a marriage, without one."

#morethanaprincess #c; the sun-slaying arrow #it's always held to tell because I've written a ton of gay stuff but #this might be among the gayest replies I've ever written #it is a constant battle between what is the most insane lack of awareness #shinobu realizing she likes sonia #sonia realizing she likes shinobu #shinobu realizing sonia likes her #or sonia realizing shinobu likes her

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morethanaprincess-a · 4 years ago

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@againthemartyr said: ✿, ♡!

Interactions meme

I love writing, plotting, and seeing you on my dash too! I know your muse inspiration tends to ebb and flow, and that’s just fine by me. Let me know if you want to throw a muse at me and maybe we can work out a verse and threads!

That said, what kinds of chocolate do demons like? Do demons even like and eat chocolate? I’m asking for a friend. She’s already asked about how ghosts have sex, do you want me to subject the dash to her inquiries about if demons eat chocolate too?

At least Sonia’s asking the important questions here.

#more-than-a-princess answered #more-than-a-princess musings #againthemartyr #(interactions meme)#(Sonia is good about asking questions. Perhaps a little *too* good about asking questions)

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cinnabun-faerie · 2 years ago

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Danganronpa GBD: Playing Phasmaphobia with them

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Frightfest '22 Masterlist

Chiaki Nanami

As the gaming expert, she would be pretty good at the game

She'd be many levels ahead of everyone and would have bought a lot of items that the group would need

She'd be helpful in giving suggestions on what they all needed to do in order to succeed in the mission

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

he wouldn't get scared by this game

it was just a "game" after all

he would just kinda be quiet while he goes around setting up the cameras

but when Kazuichi was screaming, he'd try to calm him down in his own way

"Calm down. The faster we figure out what it is, the quicker we can be done here."

he would be one of the people who almost never die in the game

Gundham Tanaka

He would try to curse all of the ghosts and demons and whatnot in the game

How dare they come after him and those he cares about

He would absolutely lead the group in what they'd need to do to get rid of these abominations

he might even explain some of the objects like the smudge stick when they need to use it

Hajime Hinata

he would enjoy the game mostly to be with the others

although he might not be all that good at it

he'd have his moment as being a ghost and being a survivor

he would happily do whatever anyone needed him to do

honestly if you were playing with his group, he'd stick by you

especially if he knew you were scared

if you got locked in a room, he would try his best to get you out

even if he failed, he would try his best to avenge you

but honestly it would just end in him becoming a ghost with you

Ibuki Mioda

She would have more fun as a ghost than actually investigating

she's going to follow around whoever's still alive

"Mahiru! You don't know it, but I'm right behind you!"

she would throw things at Kazuichi and Hajime to see if they'd notice

she comes up with new songs while being a ghost

and if you're a ghost with her, she'll tell you all about it

Kazuichi Soda

he doesn't want to play

MAKES IT VERY CLEAR THAT HE DOES NOT WANT TO PLAY

the game is TOO SCARY

"Y/N's/Sonia's playing."

That's all it takes

if you're going to play then he has to!

he's gonna try to impress you with his ghost hunting skills

he's sticking by your character to "protect you"

he's probably the first to die

screams into the mic for help as the ghost attacks him

he tries to act all tough and manly when the round is over

"Y/N, I wasn't really scared or anything."

"I believe you."

he will volunteer to stay in the van to monitor everyone

Mahiru Koizumi

she would be the one with the camera taking pictures of the ghost

or anything that needed a photo taken of

she would feel a little unnerved by the darkness as well as the noises in the game

she might let out a shriek when she sees the ghost or hears a voice from Nagito or Sonia's spirit box

Nagito Komaeda

Well, a seeing as Kazuichi and Nekomaru try to lock him in rooms with the ghosts, its a miracle that he survives

however lucky he may seem in some games, he's also rather unlucky

it's a bummer that he couldn't help you figure out the ghost type

perhaps next time he could be a better help

he would use the spirit box to ask questions

would he provoke the ghosts? yeah, most likely

they need to come out if the group wanted to find out what they were

Sonia Nevermind

If you, Chiaki or Gundham recommends this game, then she'll play it

she actually enjoys it very much

and she only dies in the game once

she always goes around with Gundham with the smudge stick or asks questions on the spirit box

she's probably the one who figures out what the ghost is before the others

#frightfest 2022 #danganronpa #danganronpa au #chiaki namani #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #gundham tanaka #hajime hinata #ibuki mioda #kazuichi soda #mahiru koizumi #nagito komaeda #sonia nevermind

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mudskip-muses · 2 years ago

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Maybe 14 with Kaz and gundham? I feel like that would be funny lol -drabble anon

“Well, this is awkward…” (X) 14. Throwing an object across the room out of frustration.

With a resounding clang through the garage, Kazuichi threw his wrench as hard as he could at the adjacent wall by the door, a loud curse sounding out from his lips as it flew through the air. Of course it would be just his luck that someone would come traipsing through the door as the tool hit, and of course it would be Gundham, someone who the mechanic had been getting on better terms with after a long conversation and a series of apologies to him and Sonia, someone who he almost just brained with a wrench.

"Fuck! Shit, I'm sorry dude! Bad timing on that one." He tried to say with a laugh after watching the breeder full body duck away, a look of fear on his face that maybe at one point in time, Kazuichi would have bragged about putting there, but now it just made him feel like shit.

One hand coming up to remove his hat, the other ran through his hair with a frustrated sigh, the overburdened mechanic turning to kick at the tires of the car he had been working on, the knowledge of all the rest parked outside that he still had to fix only serving to grind his gears all the more.

"Sometimes it fucking sucks being the ultimate mechanic. Does nobody at this fucking school know how to change a tire? O-Or check their oil?" He turned to the breeder suddenly, the other man having slowly made his way across the room, not because he was afraid of Kazuichi's temper, but because of all the stuff laying about the workshop floor. Project after project half finished, some close to completion and others in nothing but pieces upon tarps to keep everything together.

"Gundham, quick, do you know how to check the oil in that creepy ass hearse you drive?" He pleaded as the breeder came to a stop beside him, the man eyeing the the inner workings of the car Kaz had previously been working on with trepidation.

"...I...take it this is not a good time to ask you to assess the wellbeing at my metal steed?" The question pulled a long, drawn out groan from the mechanic, his hat now being thrown across the room, only for the cap to land in a small puddle of oil.

"Fuck it! I give up! Someone else can be the ultimate mechanic, I quit!" He shouted to the ceiling before plopping down to the ground with a frustrated huff, his head being propped up by a fist as the fingers of his other hand picked idly at a thread on his coveralls.

Gundham watched the display with a blank expression, the gears turning about in his head as he crouched down next to Kaz. "...I believe that you are in need of a break, Tamer of Automatons."

"Gee, you fucking think?" Was the mechanic's huffed reply, fingers wrapping about the thread to pull it off with a small snap. "I got too much shit to do. All these cars gotta be good to go by the end of the day. It's a bunch of little shit, but it's just-" He finished the statement with another groan, the palms of his hands pressing into his eyes in exasperation.

Gundham stayed silent for a moment, looking about the shop and all the projects Kazuichi had pilled onto his plate, perhaps seeing a bit of himself in the overabundant workload.

"If you allow yourself to take a short respite, perhaps by assisting me with a few of my beasts, I will attempt to make myself of use with the more mundane tasks you have been assigned." Kaz slowly looked at Gundham, searching his face for any hint of a lie.

"...What kind of beasts?" He asked cautiously, still bearing the scar around his wrist from Gundham's, well...bear.

"A small litter of what you mortals call puppies. Their mother requires a break every few hours to avoid stress, so I take that time to socialize the small creatures to prepare them for their future masters."

"Okay...do you know how to check oil?" Kaz asked, already standing from the floor with a small smile at the idea of getting to spend time with Gundham pet a bunch of puppies.

"...I...am afraid such a spell remains out of my skillset." The breeder reluctantly admitted as he stood from his crouch, brushing off dirt from the end of his coat for the sole advantage of not having to make eyes contact. Kaz just laughed, clapping a friendly hand to Gundham's shoulder as he lead them to the shop door.

"It's easy, you just gotta check the dipstick."

"Is...that not what the devil dancer called you earlier in the week?" Gundham asked with brows knit, a genuine question that had Kaz laughing again.

"Well, yeah, but this one's different. It's this stick thing with a yellow handle that you dip into the oil tank and see where the oil goes up to on stick, so you know how much is in there."

"...Dip...stick..."

"Yeah, exactly! So, ideally you want it to be in between the two lines, but..." He rambles on, previous frustrations forgotten as he walked across campus with Gundham. And if his hand lingered on his shoulder well after what was considered "normal?" Well...Gundham wasn't about to say anything, too afraid that he'd pull it away.

#hell yeah brother now youre speaking my language fsdjhk #i love them <3 #and dont worry i still plan on writing those other drabble prompts you sent me #just gotta wait for the brain to fucking Let Me lmao #the joys of adhd i dont decide when i write the Brain does hfjdsk #drabbles #drabble anon #muse: kazuichi soda #muse: gundham tanaka #soudam #oh also i put you in my thread tracker under the characters youve requested stuff for #but that ive yet to write #if you ever wanna check to make sure i got what you sent and all uwu

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princesskokichi · 3 years ago

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Kazuichi and reader keep Gundham and Sonia away from eachother

I think this one is a good way to get back my motivation to write- it's just chaotic and fun!

Thank you for requesting, anon! Have a great day!

- Mod Kaede

- When Kazuichi first approached you, you had thought nothing of it: the two of you were good friends, so you thought he wanted to just chat about the usual things

- Those usual things consisting of him talking about his really weird fascinations and you explaining how a girls organs are not to be viewed like they're a car engine

- Nonetheless, this had to have been one of the few times you had agreed to go along with his questionable ideas when he had asked for you to join him in his diabolical scheme of keeping the close pair of Gundham and Sonia away from eachother

- Perhaps he had thought he would have a chance with the out of reach princess had her prince of darkness been kept away long enough for him to have a chance at not being ruthlessly rejected- though you had your doubts of his plans actually working, you had agreed with the intentions of following your own desires through this plan

- It had seemed, however, that Kazuichi had not expected you to go along with his plan as quickly and with as little resistance as you did, indicated by his widened eyes and hesitant, yet excited, grin. He proceeded to pull out a folded peice of paper out of his pocket, which he then unfolded to become a large sheet of paper with what appeared to be a surprisingly well made plan

- It wasn't too soon before you had went through the plan a few times and the two of you sprung into action. Though, originally, Kazuichi had suggested that you go with Sonia at first ('in order to hype me up' he lied, you knowing he was just nervous about speaking to Sonia on his own) you had persisted with the idea that he should just get it over with now and you go straight to Gundham first, for both of your sake

- He wasn't really sure why you were so determined to go with Gundham first, nor what your true intentions were, but had decided to overlook it, in favour of keeping you in his plan and getting to spend more time with Sonia

- The plan was pretty simple, all you had to do was distract Gundham while Kazuichi talked with Sonia elsewhere. Most of the planning on that paper were potential places you could take Gundham that would avoid the general area that Sonia will be in, as well as containing a few conversation topics that were bound to keep the interest of both Sonia and Gundham

- It was easy, at first, you had already spent a little time with Gundham beforehand, and had won over enough of his trust to get him to follow you to one of the assigned locations. Just in time too, as you had previously saw Sonia on her way to Gundham. Luckily, Kazuichi had acted quick enough to distract her so you could steal away Gundham before it got to that point

- After you had moved locations, far away from both Kazuichi and Sonia, you had begun to get nervous, forgetting almost all of the conversation topics you had supposedly memorised earlier. This was your crush you were spending time with, after all: what would you say? You had to speak soon, however, as failing to do so could result in Gundham leaving and the plan failing too.

- Fortunately, it was rather easy to speak of one topic Gundham was passionate about: animals

- "So, what is your opinion on trees?"

- How did you even mess that up?! It suddenly became apparent that you spend to much time with Kazuichi, having adopted his inability to be a normal, sensible human being and also being an idiot. You'd have to stop being friends with him after this, for the sake of preserving what is left of your braincells and social capabilities

- Gundham's facial expression changed to one of a scared cat. Honestly, he acts as if he had never been asked about the wellbeing of vegetation before!

- "Ah... I much prefer the animals that live in them..."

- "Ahahaha.... Yeah I really like ducks..."

- "....."

- "Ducks don't live in trees, do they?"

- "I'm afraid not, S/O"

- Yeah, definitely stop hanging out with Kazuichi. Especially since Gundham looked as though he was about to leave. It was at that moment that you had an idea, though you were sure that he thought you were too stupid for it to work

- "Could you perhaps teach me about animals so that I never make that mistake ever again?"

- It seemed as though some greater force was on your side that day as Gundham's face had immediately lit up, and he suddenly went on to talk about animals for the next hour. Though you didn't get much talk in, he looked as though he was enjoying himself, and you didn't trust yourself to say anything intelligent, anyway

- Pretty soon, you saw Kazuichi walking towards the two of you, a sign that your time with Gundham was coming to an end. He was without Sonia, but wore a bright smile on his face, which could mean anything for him. You said your goodbyes to Gundham once Kazuichi had arrived to where you sat

- "Goodbye, S/O, I would thoroughly enjoy hanging out with you again. I shall be testing you on your animal knowledge next time!"

- You nodded before showing him a soft smile, not failing to notice the slight blush on Gundham's cheeks, which made your heart pound louder and faster than usual. You were glad that the duck thing didn't put him off

- As you walked away with Kazuichi, he started talking about how his 'date' went, mentioning how he managed to go a whole hour without scaring Sonia off, only because he let her talk the entire time (which you can say is a great tactics for someone as socially incompetent as the two of you). He asked how your time with Gundham was spent, though you responded vaguely

- "I've been meaning to ask but, why were you so easily persuaded to help me earlier?"

- "I have a crush on Gundham, obviously-"

- "WAIT WHAT-"

- "Wow, what an attentive friend you are-"

- You spent the rest of the walk thinking about what to do with Gundham next, also contemplating how to make Kazuichi less of a dense idiot

- "Hey, Kazuichi?"

- "Yeah?"

- "Name an animal that lives in trees,"

- "Ducks."

- "We're no longer friends-"

#kazuichi soda #gundham tanaka #sonia nevermind #mod kaede #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #imagines #sdr2 #gundham x reader #kazuichi x sonia

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more-than-a-princess · 3 years ago

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@arslivitia asked: “say the word and i will crush his ribs.” [ from akira! just got back home from first day of work, so i apologize for not sending one in sooner, otl ;; ]

When He Was Wicked Sentence Starters - Accepting 1 or 2 more of these!

It was the sort of scene Sonia, in the moments she chose to fret about her friendships, her normal life in Japan, and how it would fit in with what she really was, had worried for most. The sort that kept her up at night when even a good horror movie couldn't lull her to sleep (much less a cozy drink). In the end, watching a serial killer slash away at their victims or an evil presence terrorize a family was far more appealing than watching both of her lives collide in front of her and her, unsure of how to proceed or react next.

Literally. Considering Akira had shown her his usual convenience store and the places where he trained in martial arts (but not where he socialized with his friends. Or friend, she should say: she'd never met Amanome but Akira gave few personal details about him and Sonia didn't feel it was wise to press him further), the area was still not the sort of place the Princess of Novoselic had any reason to be in. Full of organized and unorganized crime alike, it was a neighborhood of mostly lower middle class families and establishments, save for an affluent all-girls school in the area with questionable reviews. At least compared to Hope's Peak, which made every other school in the nation questionable.

To that end, it had been refused for her to walk alone: she'd agreed to allow him to retrieve her at the train station despite the reality of it: a car with black-tinted windows had dropped her off and waited a block and a half away, as inconspicuous as possible. It had been perfect: she simply would've arrived early (as Novoselic custom dictated) and he wouldn't have been any the wiser.

That is, until several hours into their outing, one of her plainclothes security (a demand made by her family once they'd learned the area of Tokyo their daughter was visiting regularly) made himself a little too obvious and stood a little too close to Sonia, eyeing Akira Kijima a little too closely behind his sunglasses. In a moment, her friend had taken down a professionally-trained bodyguard and now threatened to crush his ribcage beneath his foot.

"No! Absolutely not, Kijima-san!" Sonia cried. Truth be told, she didn't know quite how this would turn out. How he'd react, and perhaps even more crucially, how the bodyguard would act. Akira knew Sonia was rich, that was for certain: but she'd kept the rest of it, the important bit, hidden. For as long as she manage it. Clearly that was going to end today.

"You mustn't hurt Claude!" She replied, eyeing the dark-haired man beneath Akira's sneaker. With his sunglasses on and his dark hair, he could easily blend in with the rest of the crowd. However, the blue eyes beneath the lenses were enough to show that the day's security wasn't a 100% Japanese citizen: instead, he was half-Japanese, half-Novosonian, and had completed ten years in the military before Gabriel, the Royal Family's Head of Security, had dispatched him and half a dozen others to keep an eye on the Princess at official royal events (and, Sonia rather suspected, most other times as well, as discreetly as possible). "Please, let him up! He...he works for my family, you see. He is watching over me and doing his job, as acutely as possible."

She sighed deeply. In perhaps an overly dramatic fashion, she'd thrown herself between both men and placed her hands on Akira's chest, her attempt to gently restrain him, if not calm him down. Before she dealt with two very pressing problems: telling him what she really was and communicating home that her personal security was taken down by an eighteen-year-old high school student.

"He was following a bit too closely, but it's the only way I'd be allowed to visit your neighborhood, this area of the city," She explained, taking a half-step back once she was sure Akira didn't plan to murder Claude in an alley. "It's a security risk, for me and my family, if anything befalls me here. We're not...well. We're not exactly a normal family. We've got...quite a lot to live up to."

#more-than-a-princess answered #arslivitia #Non-Despair AU: Hope's Peak Academy verse #(When He Was Wicked sentence starters)#(No worries! Thank you for sending this in!)#(I almost had it be one of Sonia's pervy classmates BUT)#(That would likely require Akira visiting/attending Hope's Peak)#(Which I'm still very much open to if you want to go that route!)#(But for now: time to out Sonia's royal status)

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ultimateluckystudent-writes · 4 years ago

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hello! if this isn’t too weird, i’d like to request nagito and his fem s/o being heard having...seggs...... (maybe? possibly? perhaps? you can include the seggs scene?? if it’s not too much..) and the next morning their classmates are literally like 🧍‍♂️🧍🏻‍♀️ and it’s so awkward 😭😭 I CAN JUST IMAGINE HIYOKO AND MAHIRU LIKE 😀🤬 and everyone else like 😅😐please don’t feel obligated to do it but if you do then thank you so much!!! have a great day/night

Nagito and S/O being overheard

Anon, you're a genius. Absolutely, this is my favorite request I've gotten so far I had to do this first (even... if I'm... really late) It kind of spiraled into a little fic with smut and fluff but eh, the more the merrier right?

-Mod Usami

Word Count: 1.9k

Content Warnings: Island Mode AU! Some smut at the beginning, the rest is pretty fluffy. If you don't wanna read it, skip to where you see *****

“Fuck! Oh, fuck, yes!” Nagito’s hips hit yours with a fervor that was unfamiliar but completely welcome. His long, bony fingers held your waist tightly to hold himself steady as he fucked you while you lay on your back. Above you, he had a look of complete focus as he worked to keep up his pace. Usually he was quite gentle with you, making you take the reins if you wanted something rougher, but tonight he touched you with a drive you couldn’t place.

It had been much the same earlier, when he brought you off the first time eating you out; however, you had grown accustomed to Nagito’s eagerness when his face was between your legs. You’d been much too distracted by that very tongue laving your clit to notice any difference. When his hips slotted between yours though, the difference was so clear.

One of Nagito’s hands moved from its place on your torso to the back of your thigh, pushing it back towards you gently. His eyes remained locked on yours, and though his pace didn’t relent, his eyes were soft and questioning. When you could moaned in response, he couldn’t help but grin to himself a bit. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper,

“My hope...” He choked out, obviously attempting to remain steady even while he was so pleased. “I- you- you sound beautiful already and- and I know this is a selfish request-”

“Wh- What do you want, Nah- ah! Nagito!” You’d meant to continue on, but it was rather difficult. Your fingers dug into the sheets. Nagito moaned aloud at his name, his brows furrowing.

“Yes! My- my name! Just like that!”

“Of course, my pretty boy.” You managed to give him a sloppy half-smile. You let your head fall back once more as he continued. “Nagito! Oh, ah, Nagito! Fuck, baby you’re- you’re so good!” Your hand began to reach down to your clit, but his voice interrupted you.

“P- please, allow me-” He adjusted himself so he was pressed further down into you, one arm supporting himself on the bed and the other beginning to rub circles around your clit, one of your legs over his shoulder. All at once you were enveloped in how good he was making you feel, and knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Oh, Nagito, Nagito, Nagito!” Your voice was almost a whisper, chanting his name like a prayer. The leg not already against him came to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. “I’m- I’m close-”

“Yes!” He moaned. “Please, please cum for me- I want to see you, I wanna see you-”

“Nagito!” A particularly electric motion from his hands caused your own to fly into his hair. “Nagito, Nagito- ah!” Your legs shook as you came, left trembling in his hands, and he didn’t last much longer. As he came, he leaned down as much as he could while still pumping into you to kiss and bite down on your neck. He peppered kisses all over you as you both lie in the aftershocks, panting in between nips and kisses. At last, he sucked hard on a spot by your pulse point, making you shiver while he marked you. “Nagito...” You whined. “You’re gonna leave marks...”

“Forgive me, my love, I selfishly crave nothing more than to see you completely marked up by my hand.” He murmured, his voice breathy and sleepy. You giggled, a bit out of it yourself.

“You talk funny.” You nudged him to move and he finally stood back up and wiped the sweat off of his brow. After cleaning up a bit and hitting the light, the two of you crawled back into bed to finally get some rest. You held his head close to your chest and played with his hair, and you were quickly asleep. Nagito needed to try a bit harder to fall asleep. He was facing the window he’d noticed he’d left open earlier, and tried not to laugh too much and make you stir.

*****

“Good morning everyone! It’s another beautiful day on the island! Please eat breakfast and do your very best today! Love, love!” Usami's voice crackled through the tv in your room. You internally groaned, upset that you could never find a way to turn that damn monitor down, until the events of last night came back to you. You smiled to yourself as you pulled Nagito closer, right while he was in the middle of a yawn.

“Morning breath.” You grumbled, moving to kiss him on the cheek.

“Nobody made you kiss me in the middle of my yawn. Least of all me.” He protested, but he sounded pleased. “Good morning.” You simply grumbled in response, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. “We’re expected at breakfast eventually.”

“So what?” You grinned deviously and peeked open your eyes just enough to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his neck. He made a little squeaking noise and tilted his head to give you more access.

“Ah- as much as I- oh- enjoy your intimacy...” He swallowed hard, as if he was preparing himself for what he was going to say next. You didn’t relent. “We really shouldn’t do this every time we wake up together- we end up la- hah- hmm.” His voice died down into a hum as you began to suck on his neck. “Didn’t you complain about marks just last night?” His voice was strained. His hands found your sides and held on tight, despite his hesitant words.

“Yeah, but they’re probably already there, so it doesn’t matter now, does it?” You said in between your kisses. You pulled away just for a second to see that you were in fact leaving red marks something deep within you hoped would bloom into something darker. My precious boy… maybe they’ll all stop being so rude to you if they understand you’re mine.

“Well, there wouldn’t have been anything to connect it to me.” He said seriously. A laugh bubbled up out of you. “What?”

“Nothing.” You lied. Nothing would connect it to you except all the time we spend together, the way you cling to me when other people are around, those puppy-dog eyes you give me in front of everybody whenever we’re sent to collect in different areas… “But your logic is flawed.” You argued, moving to straddle his hips. He looked awestruck under you, something that made you falter for a moment. “Everyone else would know it wasn’t them, and that would likely narrow it down because...”

“Because?”

“You’re not the best liar when asked something directly, Ko-chan.” You giggled, tapping him on the nose. His eyes crossed trying to follow it.

“You’re probably right.” He beamed. You rolled your eyes. He seemed like he was in too good of a mood now to disagree with anyone. You leaned down to kiss his forehead and your feet finally found their way onto the floor. You felt much more energized now. You and Nagito began to get ready for the day. Nagito had begun to keep clothes in your cabin at your insistence and desire to have as much time with him in bed in the mornings. Still, between your conversations and extra kisses you both snuck, you found yourself late to breakfast.

“You don’t want to walk in separately?” He asked. “It might be rather… suspicious if we walked in at the same time. Especially with… these.” He gestured at your necks, which were marked up in matching fashion, though yours were a bit darker due to time. Despite his words, you’d seen the way Nagito smiled when he caught sight of himself in the mirror earlier, something you hadn’t seen him do… ever.

“I don’t mind, really, Nagito.” You took his hand and kissed his knuckles, making him blush once more. His face was already almost permanently red around you. “Besides, it’s not like anyone actually cares if we’re fucking… they probably won’t think at all about ”

“Ah...” Nagito pursed his lips as you finished climbing the stairs to the hotel’s restaurant. “About that...” His words fell on deaf ears however, as you pushed open the doors. All your classmates were already there, and though you expected to be able to slip in without much notice, all conversation paused as the two of you walked in. Everybody’s eyes turned to you at once.

“Good mo-or-orning lovebirds!” Ibuki sang, waving her utensils and accidentally splattering some of her food onto Byakuya. You froze completely, your eyes widening.

“Good morning, Mioda-san.” Nagito said from behind you. You turned to him, but he seemed most unfazed. There was still a light blush on his cheeks, but you couldn’t tell if that was from earlier or now.

“Mioda-chan!” Mahiru said crossly. “We agreed I would talk to them about it first!”

“Oh, fuck.” You covered your face with your hands. “Oh my fucking God. They all already knew.”

“Well… if it helps, we- we didn’t know until last night.” Mikan laughed nervously, before her own eyes widened. “Oh no! That probably doesn’t help! I’m so sorry, Koizumi-san!”

“Last night? What- oh no.” You could feel your face begin to burn. “Did.. did you...”

“A lot of us… heard you last night, yes.” Chiaki nodded. “Though I believe it was mostly the girls, as it came from the girls’ side of the dorms.”

“Komaeda, my man, I never thought I’d say this but like… how’d you do it?” Kazuichi asked.

“Now is not the time Soda-san!” Sonia chided. “(L/N)-san, did he at least pay you first?”

“I’m gonna do it.” You whispered to yourself. “I’m gonna walk into the ocean and never come back-”

“It’s somehow not that sort of deal. I keep trying but-” Nagito shrugged. You turned and glared at him furiously. “I sense I’ve made a mistake of some sort.”

“She doesn’t make him pay!” Hiyoko smirked, and just from the look you knew you wouldn’t like where this was going. “We all heard last night how much of a cum dump you are!” Several people gasped. Your face froze in what must have looked like a delirious grin. Your mind wouldn’t even register the words she was saying.

“I wish I could have heard.” Teruteru whined. “I’m sure the lady sounded… orgasmic in more than one sense of the word.”

“Haha!” Nagito said the words instead of actually laughing as he stepped out in front of you. He was smiling, but his eyes were cold. “I believe, besides last night, those sounds are usually reserved for me.”

“Whatever, weird choice aside, if she’s getting it from who she wants it’s cool!” Akane said around a mouthful of egg. “As long as she keeps it down! I almost didn’t make it to my early morning run today!”

“Thank you for getting us back to the point, Owari.” Byakuya sighed. “I hate this conversation with a newfound passion. Keep it down, please. Make sure your windows are closed.”

“What? But my windows are almost always closed!” You protested, thankful for the further change. “We’ve got AC, why would I-”

“It doesn’t matter!” Fuyuhiko groaned, shoving his chair away from the table. “And now I’ve completely lost my appetite. Can we go, Pekoyama?” She gave a curt nod, and they left to clear their plates.

“That’s cool! I’m gonna throw myself off one of the bridges today anyways!” You waved at them all. “Toodaloo!” With that, you began to walk away.

“She’s joking… I think.” You heard Nagito say behind you.

“I’m not!”

“...I’ll go with her. Ah, we’ll see you all at morning delegations- hey, wait up!”

#nagito komaeda #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #danganronpa #dr2 #bunnywrites #request

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babytortie · 4 years ago

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unexpected

unexpected. ❘ stanley uris x reader.

a/n: this was requested by anon - love ur recent stanley fic! was wondering if you’re cool with doing a smut for him? (aged up of course!) if you’re comfortable, could you make the reader more dominant in bed/stanley being more submissive? perhaps and enemies to lovers, hate sex type. other than that, any plot line is just fine.

* hope this lives up to your expectations! tyty for requesting this one.

summary: in which stanley and reader argue worse than richie runs his trashmouth. after burning some pent-up tension one day, the two take a turn for the better and become more than just enemies.

warnings: s m u t. some fluff at end. <3

contains: enemies to lovers, degrading, hair tugging, harsh kisses w/ slight blood, mild orgasm denial, praises, rough and unprotected sex.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are 18+ in this one-shot.

~ 3.4k words.

you twirled a strand of hair between your fingers, a magazine placed on your lap, and beverly's head rested on your shoulder, looking at the pages with you.

it was the summer and the group was all back home on break from college. the loser's wanted to hang out and all eight of you were at bill's house right now. on various couch cushions and seats in the living room. his parents were away for the night and the seven brought clothes to stay at his just in case it got a bit late.

"oh, do you think he's hotter? or him?" bev asked, leaning in closer to point at the page. it was some magazine about the hottest actors of the year, achievement wise. though some hot men that were in it was currently grabbing beverly's, well, and your attention too. you glanced down at the page, slightly comparing both actors and voiced, "definitely him."

the guys overheard this and rolled their eyes. they were taking turns playing on bill’s newest nintendo sixty-four. on the floor below you, sat the four a few feet away, this was because they wanted to be scooted closer to the television. even though it was perfectly fine to put their backs against the couch. typical males.

you worried for their eyesight, especially richie’s, since right now he and bill were battling on some game you didn’t know the name of while being too close to the screen. eddie was on a chair next to the couch and sat by you, wheezing as he watched how close of a tie it was between them. mike and stanley were sitting on the floor with them on either side, cheering on who they wanted to win.

this was while ben sat on the other side of bev and read some book that just came out earlier this week. a quarter of ben’s focus was on his hand. it was resting on beverly’s thigh and drawing small, mindless shapes in content. the two were newly dating after pinning on each other for forever.

"i think we should play would you rather!" mike turned his head and suggested after hearing your conversation with the red head. bill had just died on the game causing richie to jump up and cheer while blowing out the other three's ear drums.

ben closed his book and sat up straighter. he took a glimpse over at beverly to see what her decision was. eddie hesitantly agreed when you and bev nodded. “s-sure!” bill got up and pulled stan with him.

one weekend about four years ago when the denbrough’s were home and bill had the group of losers over, they noticed how you all squished on the seats in the living room. surprising bill with an extra couch a month after this, they were able to successfully squeeze it into the room and push it against the other wall.

the four others started to pile on the other couch a few feet away from the three of you and eddie who still sat on the single chair next to you. beverly pulled her head up and leaned over to whisper in your ear, “be nice to stanley please.”

knowing it wasn’t funny, looking at her anyway with a confused expression, you lied. "stanley who?" she immediately turned her neck back at you, probably receiving some whiplash and raised an eyebrow to challenge you.

"i'm serious y/n." beverly laughed dryly. you sighed and replied a short agreeable response. “alright bev, as long as he doesn’t start it, then i won’t do anything.” after, you zipped your lips and threw an imaginary lock in the direction behind eddie.

she smiled at you in thanks and then you two turned towards the room, noticing everyone was ready. “b-being as it w-was mike’s id-dea, he can g-go first.” bill announced while glancing around the room.

mike nodded and turned to the one who still wore coke-bottle glasses years later. “richie, would you rather never wear underwear again or never wear socks again?”

ben and bill stifled a laugh, already knowing what his response was going to be. eddie rolled his eyes as richie answered, “underwear since i go commando sometimes anyway.”

you put your finger in your mouth, pretending that you were about to throw up and mike shook his head at richie. you turned to your right and left, seeing eddie’s and beverly’s disgusted faces.

”okay, eddie spaghetti.” he paused. the seven of you looked at eds, who had already put his hand over his face in annoyance. you and beverly laughed when the shorter boy muttered, “here we go.” richie smirked and continued. “would you rather, accidently send a nude to your boss or your parents? and by parents i mean your mom and i.”

he rolled his eyes, “absolutely not richie. my mom would never get with you and i would die of embarrassment if it were sonia. she’d probably kidnap and lock me in my old room, never to be seen again. probably boss.”

eddie turned to you after the group cackled of laughter, especially richie at the response he was given. the two of you currently shared a science class together in college and the asthmatic based some of his question off of this. "alright y/n, would u rather hook up with one of football players or with mr. jackson down at the science lab?”

you placed the palm of your hand on your cheek, into a thinking position and replied. "well, i kind of answered that question at last weekend’s party?" beverly jumped up at this and gasped. "no way! with which one?"

"i don’t kiss and tell." you smirked. the others gagged at that. “ah okay, i see. that’s where you went when we couldn’t find you again.” ben commented. stanley had been a bit quiet during the conversation and decided to speak up. adding to this, while looking at you pointedly. "you kind of just did tell and admitted at the fact that you sucked off some guy.”

you weren’t usually the type to get flustered during conversations like this. instead owning it as if you weren’t bothered. this helped you avoid any teasing or any richie’s usual jokes. "at least i'm getting some!" muttering in stanley’s direction.

"i swear if you guys argue for one more minute, i'm going to shoot myself. go y/n. it’s your turn." mike spoke up in between you and stanley, trying to get the game rolling again.

you smiled, feeling a little eager at the next question. you looked at the curly haired sitting across the room from you. the others groaned knowing you were about to pick on him in some kind of way. "uris. for the rest of your sex life, would you rather be the top or bottom?”

he blinked in your direction, probably wanting to smack you for the inappropriate question. “depends, is it with anyone specific?” you looked down sheepishly, then back up. is this a trick question? i mean sometimes you did find stanley a little bit too attractive. “do you want it to be?” deciding to quip back with equal attitude, you asked.

the group looked between the two of you while waiting for a response from uris. the tension was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. letting out a scoff in return, he looked at you in the eyes and glared. speaking in a low tone, you almost didn’t hear him. "uh, i don’t know.”

"what do you mean? you don’t know?" richie snickered.

bill, beverly, ben, and mike started to get the picture together. eddie figured it out just a second before them, when you burst out giggling. before you could stop from helping yourself, you let out a harsh jab. “oh shit, that explains why you’re always so uptight! maybe you should unbutton some of that polo? might help so you aren’t choking on all that innocence."

that only made matters worse, the last pin in place to set him off. stanley angrily spewed some words under his breath. only catching your name, you figured it was most likely something badly about you. quickly getting up from his spot, his curls bounced up and down when he rushed upstairs to one of the bedrooms.

the others watched him disappear from the top step sadly and looked back at you with the look. you had the decency to look a bit guilty, an awkward grimace on your face. "uh, why are you all looking at me like that?"

eddie leaned over to elbow you and gave his puppy dog eyes in pleading. you sighed but started getting up anyway. you laced your hands together in front of your stomach, nerves a bit jittery at being in a room alone with him. "well, to state my case we were all having that kind of discussion! if he wasn't such a prude..." you trailed off.

ben got up, patting your shoulder. "we all know this but stanley is sensitive about these kinds of things. go apologize while we're on break now and we’ll get some drinks going."

you nodded and turned back around, starting towards the stairs and walked up slowly. richie decided this was a good time to be the loud trashmouth that he is and shouted. "it was nice knowing you, y/n!"

shaking your head, you reached the last step and rounded the corner. hearing a slap noise, you assumed tozier was probably getting hit on the back of his head. a moment later a "beep beep" came from mike and you let out a small laugh in relief that they had your back against the loud mouth.

strolling down the hallway, you spotted the second guest bedroom door closed and decided to knock on it. stan heard a faint knock and got up from the bed to open it, seeing y/n he groaned. "oh, it's just you."

you ignored his disappointed comment and bit your lip. looking up and down to observe his new look. he must have just changed. wearing a regular light blue t-shirt and grey sweats. you shook your head and looked up to see his grin, catching you in the act of checking him out.

rolling your eyes in response, like he usually did and walking around him, you closed the bedroom door shut after stepping inside. you grabbed a handful of stanley’s shirt and pushed him against the back of the door. more like he allowed you to do this but you were definitely in control of the situation.

you leaned in towards him and swiped the back of your thumb over his bottom lip to test his reaction. when he didn’t swat your hand away, you went on the tip of your toes and brushed his lips against yours.

stanley gasped into your mouth and deciding to use this as an opportunity, you placed the tip of your tongue on the bottom of his lip. right before you could actually do this, he apparently read your mind and left his mouth open purposely. you wanted to slap him.

nonetheless, he allowed you total access. surprising him on purpose, you shoved your tongue in his mouth. wishfully thinking about how you wanted to somehow choke him with it. he grabbed both sides of your shoulders and scooted you closer, clashing his teeth with yours. not wanting to let up the control he tried to grab, you grasped the back of his neck tightly and felt light-headed. sensing wetness pooling between your thighs from enjoying this too much, you cursed to yourself.

a small moan escaped out from your lips and as if it was his fault, you nipped his bottom lip. you tried to quickly get rid the thought of ever giving into stanley uris. he hissed sharply, tasting slight blood from the nick. uris mumbled. "bitch."

this angered you more. pulling away from his lips, you put on a fake smile. moving in a bit closer to mess with the collar of his shirt, you tugged on it roughly, your face still close with his. "ready to not be a virgin anymore, virgin?" you retorted.

he smirked, "as long as i'm not one anymore, i don't care who it's with. even someone like you." he emphasized in a nasty tone. you pulled the shirt up over his head and uttered out. "shut the hell up." stan hummed happily after his shirt was pulled up to see that you were glaring from his reply. the two of you heard loud steps down the hall by the stairs, so you placed a finger over his mouth.

after a moment later, you heard what you assumed was someone in the bathroom, closing door the shut. letting out a breath not realizing you were holding it, stanley took this as a distraction to slip your finger into his mouth. you gasped, eyes widening, "what the hell!"

pulling your hand back, you spoke and stared in his eyes to let him know just how serious you were. "here's how it's going to go if you want to get laid, uris. we're doing this my way. don't play around anymore and definitely don’t talk too much so i can picture literally anyone other than you."

stanley looked into your eyes, searching for any hints of a lie from your remark. when he saw your eyes looking clearly back into his, he sighed in defeat. not letting it show, he grinned nastily. ”fine by me, y/l/n.”

"now, bird-boy are you sure you can handle this?" you stated more than questioned, an eyebrow quirked up. you held onto the top of his sweats with an eyebrow quirked up. he clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth together so hard he hoped they wouldn't crack. "fuck you y/n."

“no, that’s what i’ll be doing to you.” disagreeing and putting your palm over him. “what do we have here?” you asked out loud, in general all snarky. he let out an annoyed noise when he felt you tease fingertips across his hard length. so, in retaliation, he grabbed your wrist and pushed the palm of your hand harder onto him.

you gasped at how big he was. you tried to cover the surprise, a ‘tsk, tsk’ falling from your lips. not letting go quickly enough stanley noticed this and smirked at you. frowning, you murmured. "ever heard of patience? such a bad boy."

uris let out a small, quiet groan from feeling your hands come off of him. which was something you caught and figured having teased him enough, you put your hands around the waistband of his pants. tugging them off along with his boxers. afterwards you pushed him down onto the bed and before he could do anything, you quickly made work of your shirt. pulling it over your head and unclipping your bra as well.

he put a hand through his curls, smoothing them out from the fall when he fell into the comforter. watching you, he could feel himself hardening painfully. he felt needy and done with the wait. pulling your wrist closer he pleaded. “come on, hurry. please y/n.”

”fine, you’ve waited long enough like a good little boy.” stanley flushed at your approving compliment and tried to hide it, looking down. you saw this when you moved to sit on top of him and smiled. grabbing his chin lightly, you tilted his head back up. while looking into his light brown eyes, you held his wrist and tugged his hand so it laid over on top your breast.

stanley’s breath hitched and you moved inwards toward his neck. your warm breath was touching his skin, feeling cheeks reddening more. uris felt, palmed, and squeezed a little as you sucked small hickeys on his neck. not to dark but enough to be just visible if one were close up.

kissing his cheek and tilting back up, he dropped his hand and you happened to see his cheeks and neck all red. the quick switch of his attitude still shocked you to the core. ”are you sorry for calling me a bad name, baby?” he ignored your comment like a brat and kissed the inside of your wrist. you melted a little in his touch before going back to the task at hand.

you slowly let out of his grasp to unbuckle the belt and unbutton your shorts. you shimmied out of them and wanting to hurry up, you just moved your panties to the side and out of the way. pumping him a few times, you started to align him to your center. before you moved down onto him, you placed your hand on his cheeks in a sweet gesture and silently asked for reassurance. he nodded and you slowly slid down into him, both of you letting out small moans. “feel so good.” you muttered.

stilled for a moment, you let yourself adjust to his length and him to the feel. your hips went back up and you moved in forward, kissing him again. it slowly turned into a sloppy make out when you slammed your hips back down again. his tongue shoved in your mouth when you gasped in pleasure. after you found a rhythm you babbled on and on about how stanley was doing so good for you.

"i need you to put your fingers on my clit and rub." you said softly but still in a demanding tone. directing his hand exactly where you wanted it, you nodded when he looked at you again. his fingers moved quickly, drawing out an orgasm that you felt nearing.

lacing your fingers through his curly hair. stanley let out a loud moan as you tugged the locks. "now for the sake of you being able to cum, i'm going to ask again. are you sorry my baby boy?" he really didn't want to have to see the satisfactory in your face if he apologized. though, after a small moment went by, he realized that you weren't joking.

he let out a small, almost incoherent whine. pleading you with his big hazel eyes, "i-i'm sorry y/n. so sorry, c-can i cum please?" stanley would have never thought he'd be the submissive type but he found himself melting at your praises, quite easily. he liked letting you have some control and for once being able to sit back.

you smirked at him and let go. patting his cheek in almost a mocking way. "awe such a good boy but i think you can wait another minute." his eyes widened and you placed your hands back up onto his chest, steadying your balance before moving your hips back up and down repeatedly and harshly against his. he moaned when you kept going back down on his cock. feeling his pelvis right up against your very sensitive bundle of nerves, you squirmed.

stanley smirked, feeling you tighten around him. knowing you were close was a relief. constantly feeling so good on him made him hard and straining inside of you. tears prickling in the back of his eyes and wanting to cum so badly was difficult. uris felt not wanting to disobey you was more important as he patiently waited. pushing harder on your clit is what caused you to unravel, tightening completely around him. "oh fuck! s-such a good boy. cum with me now."

he came so hard, the hardest ever. which wasn't much to go off on, from the obvious conversation before. feeling euphoria, you rode through your high and his, milking every last drop of cum. you started to feel shaky. before your hips gave out, you placed one last kiss on his slightly darkening hickey.

after you fell on the bed next to him, he pulled you close. you turned your head in his embrace, eyes widening. you knew without a doubt they looked like they were probably about to fall out of the sockets. assuming even bigger eyes then richie's usual ones due to his glasses.

uris pursed his lips, kissing the top of your forehead before he could overthink it. “we need to talk. y/n/n." you tried to open your mouth, but closed it again. stanley used your nickname, he has never used it before. you were in disbelief, frozen, and unable to say a word. he rescued you and spoke up again. "you know i don't hate you, right?"

you swallowed feeling like a brick was falling from your shoulders and nodded. "i don't hate you either stan. this is not what i was expecting though to make up." you giggled causing him to chime in. the awkwardness was finally settled but you paused and asked nervously. "do you think we're worse than eddie and richie?"

he shook his head, not even needing to think on it and responded sweetly. "no, we're okay now and i have a feeling that richie will tease eddie even after we're all dead."

you laughed together once more, agreeing with stan’s opinion which would probably be a proven fact one day. "that's true. poor eddie!" snuggling closer into his back and finally, truly feeling at peace.

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gumnut-logic · 4 years ago

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A Minute

Okay, a few nights ago I was feeling crappy and vented into this fic. Unfortunately, because I was feeling crappy I couldn’t find the energy to finish it. So the last few nights have been spent wrangling with it.

The wonderful @tsarinatorment and @janetm74 are amazing and say it works, but to be honest it is 1am, I have work tomorrow and I have been fighting with this for more than three hours trying to write the last six hundred words, and can’t see the fic for all the words splattered all over the page. So I’m dumping it here and running.

Whatever it is, I hope you enjoy it. Virgil, Scott, buckets of angst and hopefully a little comfort to help.

-o-o-o-

Her VTOL flared as she came to a halt above the ocean miles from nowhere.

Securing her autopilot, Virgil let his shoulders drop and his head fall into his hands.

Deep breaths.

His ‘bird breathed around him.

“Thunderbird Two, report. Why have you stopped in transit? Is there a problem?”

He didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t want to answer. Couldn’t answer. He just…

“Need a minute, John.” He waved his brother’s signal away.

And closed his eyes.

The throb of VTOL supported his heart.

“Virgil?” Scott’s voice.

No.

Just stop.

Need. A. Minute.

He pushed away from the dash as the comms on his baldric lit up, his big brother’s worried voice tinny in his ear. Standing up, he unclipped his baldric and dropped it onto his co-pilot’s seat.

Where Gordon usually sat.

He spun away only to be faced by the back of the cockpit.

There was nowhere to go.

His name issued from the dash again.

He clenched his fists.

He just needed a minute.

He stepped onto the hatch, grabbed a safety line and clipped himself to his ‘bird.

A shove and he threw the overhead hatch open. Wind whipped around him, tangling in his hair as the roar of his ‘bird battered his ears. But as he rose up into the cold air, it bit into the skin of his face.

He sighed and sat down on the hatch, falling rather inelegantly more than anything else. Cahelium vibrated through the material of his uniform, though his fingertips.

He closed his eyes.

Atmosphere combed through his hair and cupped his cheeks. The beat of his ‘bird echoed his heart and kept it going. And the sound encapsulated him, keeping the rest of the world out.

So he could stop.

Breathe.

Take a minute.

Gordon was okay.

It had been close, but he was okay.

Four had seen better days, but that could be fixed. He was taking her home himself while Scott flew their brother to London and to a very worried Penelope.

Gordon was fine.

Unfortunately, it was becoming very apparent that Virgil was not.

Why a close call like this was affecting him so badly was a question the analytical medic at the back of his mind was desperately trying to ask him. But honestly, he…just…needed…a moment.

He let his sense of touch steal away the terror of his little brother not answering on comms. The roar of his ‘bird shook the image of Four crumpling before him on the dash. Yet again. Again. He was losing his little brother again.

A sound issued from his throat, but he didn’t hear it.

But Gordon was okay.

He was okay.

Virgil’s hands shook as he wrapped his arms around himself and just hung on.

He sat there for he didn’t know how long. At one point he realised he was rocking back and forth.

A part of his brain was yelling at him. He couldn’t stay here forever. He was sitting on his ‘bird, for goodness sake. She needed attention. She needed him to fly her.

But he knew his girl. She was keeping him safe and could keep him this way for some time.

After a while, his mind shut down and gave him some of the peace he was craving. Caught between the roar of his beautiful ‘bird and the world around him.

His breathing slowed.

And an arm slipped around his shoulders.

He should be startled. Should flinch away. But there were only two people in the world who could approach him like this and both of them were brothers. So, instead, he turned towards Scott. Because it was Scott crouched beside him, jet pack strapped to his back, worry in his eyes. Thunderbird One hovered unheard over Two’s roar not far away behind him.

Virgil grabbed at his brother.

Scott’s eyes went wide and his mouth said something unheard as Virgil pulled him close and buried his face in his uniformed shoulder. His brother’s helmet clapped against Virgil’s skull.

Scott’s arms flexed against him, startled, but gripping him tight, nonetheless.

No words made it between them. But Virgil didn’t need them anyway.

He just needed…time.

But Scott was anxious and obviously wanted answers. His brother pulled away and reached for Virgil’s wrist control.

Tired of everything, Virgil let him have it, and quick fingers had the lift lowering before anything more could be said, verbally or not.

As soon as they cleared the overhead hatch, Scott shoved it closed with a grunt.

The quiet was startling and Virgil blinked, staring up at his brother as Scott turned around and pulled off his helmet.

“Talk to me, Virgil.”

Virgil looked up at him with eyes that wanted nothing more than to close and not open for a very long time.

“Is he okay?”

“Gordon? You know he is. Penelope has him. Virg-“

And then there were tears running down Virgil’s face and his throat was trying to strangle him.

Arms wrapped around his back, a hand gently nudged his head to a blue-clad shoulder, stroking through his hair, and his brother muttered worried words that tried to comfort.

It was exhausting, confusing and a little terrifying that he was reacting this way. But it was as if his body had taken over and was demanding release.

Tears ran off his brother’s uniform, the material ever water resistant.

Scott’s fingers were still in his hair, combing gently.

Words bubbled to the surface. “It happened again. I was up here and he was down there and the bridge. All that concrete. So close. So close. I thought he was going to die! Again!” A gasped-in tremble of a breath. “Why? I tried, but…” He pulled away a little and sought his brother’s eyes. “Why? Hasn’t he been hurt enough? Haven’t I…watched enough?”

Scott held his arms. “He is okay, Virgil. He is safe.”

Virgil wilted in his brother’s grip, chest heaving as if he couldn’t get enough oxygen. His forehead dropped to Scott’s chest and he closed his eyes. “I can’t lose him, Scott. Not Gordy, please not Gordy.”

Scott sighed and held him tighter, his voice parched. “We didn’t lose him. He is safe.”

Virgil heard the words, knew their truth, but he couldn’t escape the thought of next time. What would happen next time?

The possibilities leapt up and crowded his brain. But at the same time, he could see no solution.

“Gordon is Gordon.” Scott took the words from Virgil’s mind.

They couldn’t cage the fish.

The thought just wilted Virgil further. This was on him. Gordon was just doing…his job.

A torn sound dragged past his lips.

“Virgil?” Scott’s voice was ever so soft.

He drew in a breath. “I’m sorry.”

Scott shifted, curling around Virgil as he sat down beside him. Virgil’s face ended up nestled into his brother’s collar bone.

“Nothing to be sorry about.” Scott’s tone tolerated no argument.

Virgil groaned quietly, slumping against his brother. Eyes closed, Virgil once again sought calm.

Scott’s pulse danced silently against Virgil’s forehead.

His brother spoke ever so quietly. “When I came back from…Bereznik…I had trouble sleeping.”

Virgil froze. Bereznik was taboo. Scott never mentioned it. No one mentioned it. Topic forbidden.

Because Scott had suffered so much more than just trouble sleeping.

“I tried to hide it, but Dad…Dad knew.” Scott swallowed and his pulse picked up, his skin warm against Virgil’s hairline. “I had trouble with…memories.” Another swallow and Virgil almost pulled away. But Scott must have sensed it and his fingers curled tighter around Virgil’s arm. “He caught me in the liquor cabinet late one night.” A disgusted noise rumbled through his chest. “I’d had it. I just wanted it to all go away. Joe, Sonia, all the faces.” A sigh. “It hurt.”

Virgil shifted, pushing himself up. “Scott, no-“

Blue eyes fastened on him and took his breath away. “I know it hurts, Virg.” Those eyes dipped. “I see him, too.” Scott looked away, but pulled Virgil to his side, holding him close. “Dad saw Mom.”

The lump in Virgil’s throat threatened to overwhelm him.

“I know you remember. You were there. Dad didn’t have anyone to pull him away from the liquor cabinet. I…I didn’t know.”

God, Scott. Again, Virgil tried to sit up, but this time his big brother simply just held him down. “Listen to me, Virg.”

Virgil swallowed and attempted to relax against his brother’s side. Perhaps Scott needed to say this as much as he wanted Virgil to hear it.

“I was angry with Dad for denying me that escape route. After all, it worked for him.” A grunt outlined exactly what Scott thought of that statement. “I wasn’t in a very good place.”

The hand on Virgil’s arm spasmed.

“Dad said memories are to be cherished. For…every bad thought, there is a good one. We can’t choose all of them, but we can choose some.” Another swallow. “I think if something did go horribly wrong, that Gordon would want us to be thinking the good ones.” A half-hearted snort. “Possibly the ones involving pink dye.”

Virgil’s lips pressed together. If only it was that easy.

“Mom had the most beautiful eyes. I can still see her smiling.” Scott looked down at him. “Don’t let her death take away her life.”

His mouth dropped open but Virgil said nothing.

Scott looked away. “It’s not a magic wand, but it is a start.” He straightened. “That and any help you need, Virgil. I’m not kidding. You need it, I’m there.”

And Virgil found himself drawn in close once again. Mouth still open, he let his brother hold him.

A moment and Virgil was returning the embrace, clinging to Scott with every heavy lifting muscle he had. His brother oomphed and almost ended up flat on his back. “Virg, god.”

Virgil had no words. His eyes squeezed shut, still wet with emotion.

He held on for quite some time. A hand returned to stroking his hair.

But reality and responsibility were always waiting. Eventually he pulled away, ever aware of the rumble of his girl, still hovering over the ocean.

Scott didn’t ask if he was okay. It was obvious he wasn’t. But his brother did help him to his feet. A trip to the head and he splashed cool water on his face and took just another moment to finally compose himself.

As his mind righted, embarrassment for his conduct began to swell.

But then Two’s engines shifted an octave and he staggered slightly as she started moving.

Hurrying back to the cockpit, he found his big brother in his pilot’s seat flying Virgil’s ‘bird while One kept pace outside.

“What are you doing?”

“Flying us home. You need rest.”

“Scott-“

“If you say you are fine, I will knock you on your ass. You need rest and home. I’m making both of them happen.” He waved at Gordon’s seat. “Strap yourself in.”

Frowning, Virgil stalked over to the co-pilot’s chair and, picking up his baldric, put it aside and sat down. It was much easier to secure his belt without all his tools in the way.

They sat in silence for a while, both just staring out over the ocean.

“Mom was beautiful, wasn’t she.” The words fell from Virgil’s lips with no thought.

Scott’s voice was quiet. “Yeah. Yeah, she was.”

Silence fell again.

Virgil broke it. “Thank you, Scott. For…trusting me.”

“I’ve always trusted you, Virgil.” Scott turned to look at him with the faintest of smiles. “Always will.”

Virgil stared back at his brother flying his ‘bird. His eyes tracked every line, all the shine and shadow, recorded everything about the man in that moment.

After all, memories were precious.

He might need this one.

-o-o-o-

FIN

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Scott Tracy #this one fought every word

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kingofstarlightandcomets · 4 years ago

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I like talking with you (and I like you)// Nagito Komaeda X Reader

Synopsis: The reader brings Nagito breakfast while he is tied up at the old building and they both spend time together

Tags: fluff, gender neutral reader, reader is an ultimate, set during chapter 2 of goodbye despair

Warnings: Nagito is a bit depressing sometimes

The dining hall door was pushed open with a loud noise that alerted it's occupant of someone entering the room. Lifting up his head Nagito saw his beautiful and hopeful classmate with a tray in hands, completely concentrated on closing the door with their hip.

"Hey, breakfast time." They smiled softly and Nagito couldn't help but smile back. The thought that someone had bothered to come to that despairing building just to bring him food filled him with hope. His classmate helped him sit up next to a wall and eyed him carefully.

"You're not hurt are you? Nekomaru is not exactly the gentlest guy I know."

"No no I'm okay, no need to worry about me." Nagito shook his head frantically. He didn't want to bother an ultimate more than he was probably already bothering.

"Okay, I'm glad." They picked up the tray and put it next to Nagito, sitting down in front of him "Let's see, I got you grape juice, it has a straw so you can drink it just fine. Here's some cereal, I got this one that has the colorful pieces and marshmallows. There's also toast, I didn't know if you liked the crust so I cut it. I also brought these cookies, there's chocolate chips and m&ms. I also have coffee, but I wasn't sure if you preferred it with sugar so I brought some sugar packets."

' did I overdo it?' they wondered looking at Nagito who had an unreadable expression on his face. His eyes seemed to shine brightly and his cheeks seemed to have some newfound color.

"Thank you very much Y/N, I don't even know what to say, I can't possibly thank you enough." Y/N proceeded to free the boy's wrists, rubbing the reddened skin in an attempt to soothe it. Nagito looked to be in deep thought.

"Is everything okay?"

" You're very kind...but there's no way I can eat all this myself. Say...would you like to join me?"

There was no way they could say no. Y/N had eaten breakfast already but it's not like they were going to pass the opportunity of spending more time with Nagito. He was a bit confusing sometimes but casting him as a dangerous freak of nature wasn't going to solve anything. They needed to decrease tension around the island, not increase it. That was the only way to fight against the despair inducing atmosphere that monokuma was trying to create.

'He's not a criminal... he's done some fucked up shit but everyone is capable of doing messy stuff. He's not the only one who could've done that. At some point desperation will consume us and more sketchy stuff is bound to happen. And if we keep treating him like a zoo animal I wouldn't blame him for snapping.'

The two classmates sat down in front of each other in the old building and ate while exchanging some small talk. They didn't know much about each other, Y/N preferring to hang out with Sonia or Togami. Nagito wondered if they weren't mad at him for killing their friend, but they didn't seem to blame him for the death of the affluent prodigy.

"Would you mind if I asked you something?" The white haired boy inquired. His classmate looked at him curiously gesturing at him to keep speaking. "Why are you hanging out with me? Don't get me wrong, the others simply leave my food here and don't say much, but you... you're talking to me. You don't resent me. You're being nice to me. Why are you so nice to me? I don't understand." After his words left his mouth Nagito instantly regretted it. Y/N looked ready to start crying. Perhaps he was too harsh.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No no, it's not your fault, I'm a bit emotional." The ultimate dried their eyes with a napkin before talking again. "To be honest with you, I don't think you deserve to be treated badly. You're not a bad person. And honestly I just want to get along with you and possibly be your friend."

Y/N wondered why it was so hard for him to believe that someone would want to be on his company. ' Nagito komaeda what the hell happened to you?' they wondered while looking at the tall boy who looked a bit stunned. Now Y/N was sure, that boy needed a friend. Badly. And they were going to try their hardest. ' I'm going to befriend this guy so hard he's going to forget what it's like to be alone.'

"You are definitely way too kind, to want to be friends with someone so lowly like me...I don't even know what to say."

"Don't say such bad stuff about yourself for starters...and let me be your friend."

The boy shook his head smiling softly like he couldn't believe what was unfolding in front of him. That was the brightest hope he had ever seen.

Both of the students sat in silence. Their plates were emptied. Nagito gazed at Y/N who was looking at their hands pensively.

"You look deep in thought...may I ask what's in your mind?" He questioned his newfound friend.

"It's nothing. Just wondering if you liked your breakfast."

"It was very good, thank you."

"I can bring you lunch too. And I got some books from the library, we could read together. I have the catcher in the rye and watership down but I can get others if you already read those."

"You really want to spend the whole day with me? Don't you want to hang out with the others?"

"I like spending time with you. You're surprisingly calm compared to the others. Mikan is still too scared of me. Gundham makes everything he can to be as distant as possible from anyone. Everytime I try to talk to Fuyuhiko he tells me to fuck off. Kazuichi is too busy chasing Sonia, and while that is very amusing to watch, it gets tiring easily, and mahiru is always with Hiyoko and I kinda prefer to be away from her. That little twerp is very good at making me feel bad about myself." They rolled their eyes proceeding to tell Nagito about what the other ultimates have been up to while he was absent. They both laughed at Kazuichi's dumb antics to get Sonia's attention, Hiyoko's new inuslts to fire at all the other people in the island and how Mahiru tried to get her to be a bit nicer and Y/N even made a perfect Gundham impression that made Nagito snort with how accurate it was.

Nagito smiled softly and decided that it was best to leave his insecurities about how good of a friend he could be aside for now. He was not about to ruin something that made him feel so good about himself. He sure hoped that him and Y/N could get along for a long time.

#Danganronpa imagine #Nagito komaeda #Nagito komaeda Imagine #Nagito Komaeda x reader

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some-dr-writings · 4 years ago

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Sonia x SHSL Baker Reader: To Bake A Cake

So happily, and excitedly you raced around, a bright beaming smile on your face that nothing could take away. “Ah, Teru! Did you-” You cut yourself off seeing he had indeed gotten the eggs. “Wow, you’re a lot faster than I thought.” “Y/N, I know this place like the back of my own hand. I know where everything is!” Though tempted to make a lude joke he couldn’t bring himself to do so, not wanting to accidently sour your mood. Placing the carton in the basket you perused the wall filled to bursting with of bags of flour, needing to find the right one.

“I must ask though, will there be anything special to go along with this cake? A confession perhaps?” He lightly nudged your ribcage with his elbow wanting to make sure you had caught his words and they had not fallen on deaf ears with you daydreaming. A light blush dusted your cheeks as you playfully slapped his arm away. “I could have just asked you to help me get ingredients, what in the world made me think it was a good idea to tell you it was for my crush?” “Y/N, that hurts!” Placing a hand over his heart he took a step back, smiling. “I thought we were best friends!?” Then he smirked. “There’d be no point in hiding it anyway. Miss Princess Nevermind’s birthday is coming up. Of course it’d be for her… And you’re awful at hiding your feelings. You always blush when talking to her, you’ll sigh dreamily when just looking at her, you always go out of your way to help her. Honey, you’re like a less energetic Soda.” “I-it’s that obvious!?” You sighed, lightly rubbing your cheeks with your hands, hoping to somehow remove the ever-growing heat. “Okay, enough of this nonsense, we still need to get more items. I always want the absolute best, but I need the absolute best of the best for Nevermind!” You quickly picked up your pace heading down the aisle.

“… You never answered my question though.” You fell silent, pondering over the question. “…The week after. Her birthday is about her, I shouldn’t shift the attention to my feelings.” “Oh? But won’t you chicken out? Come now, just tell her!” “No, I will tell her!” “But, I think she’d really like it if you told her on her birthday. Your gift could be yourself!” Seeing his nose bleed, you sprinted away not wanting to hear his lude ramblings of you ‘gifting’ yourself to your crush. “Wait, hold on! Don’t run! I’m serious about this! You know how my mind wanders, but my point still stands!” You slowed your pace, letting him catch up. “I think she has a crush on you too!” “… I… well… we’ll see if she does when I confess.” He took hold the sleeve of your shirt, not wanting you to get away again. “Hear me out. She spends most of her free time with you or Tanaka, she’ll go out of her way to speak with you, she tutors you even when you’re not falling behind in any subject she makes up things to tutor you in like foreign languages or economics or medicine even law, she shares her meal with you at lunch, she’s taken you out of school to hang out more times than I can count, I’ve seen how lovingly she holds your hand when leading you to places. She likes you too, confess on her birthday and she’ll be over the moon!” “Whoever said you can’t do that with friends.” “No one, but, she doesn’t do any of this with anyone else! You are special to her! Confess! I guarantee it’ll work out!” “… well, confessing then does seem romantic. But it might just not ‘work out’ again.”

Truthfully you had actually tried confessing to Sonia before, but it never worked out. You’d always get caught up in other things mostly due to your lack of time management. The only time you could keep time was when baking. You tried bringing it up in every day conversation but it seemed some dilemma broke out between your classmates and like the amazing, dutiful princesses she was, Sonia would leap into the chaos trying to take control of it all alongside your class president Chiaki and honorary classmate Hajime Hinata. The closest you had come to confessing to Sonia was when you had baked a Baumkuchen and placed it alongside a note in a box. A note confessing your feelings, of how you had tried telling her before but it never worked out, how she didn’t have to like you back you just wanted her to know since you had been trying to for so long. You wanted to tell her before she left for a short trip back home but due to poor timing on your part you missed her, you tried mailing your gift but she got back before the pastry could get to her. You thought about attempting a similar plan again, but your timing would just get in the away again knowing how bad it was.

Maybe you could get it out this time? When you give her the cake you were determined to tell her! Surely there would be minimal chaos for Sonia’s birthday, and surely, she’d show up to class, so it just had to work out! With a renewed sense of perseverance, you marched onto campus, bags of ingredients in hand to your lab, a kitchen perfect for baking anything and everything you could ever want. You would do this! “Ah, Y/N! Excuse me, Tanaka!” From the corner of your eye you spotted Sonia trotting towards you, leaving behind Gundham and Kazuichi who she seemed to not even acknowledge. Immediately the two started bickering, Kazuichi asserting Gundham scared Sonia off while Gundham… was being Gundham and coated his words in such flowery language you had not an idea of what he was saying. “Hey Nevermind!” “You’re back! I assume you’ll be doing some baking.” “Yeah! I’m going to make some Baumkuchen for your birthday tomorrow! It’s German but really popular here in Japan so I thought you’d like it.” “Like it? I love it!” Seeing the stars in her eyes, you felt as if your heart was gently melting chocolate, so warm and sweet. “May I watch? I’d like to know why there’s a hole in the middle!” “Why don’t you bake with me then? It’ll be fun!” “Certainly! Let’s be on our way then!” She took one of the bags and held your now free hand in her own as she led you your bakery.

“Alright! First to measure the ingredients!” You felt so giddy seeing Sonia place an apron on, this was the first time you’d be baking together! “First we’ll start with the eggs!” You showed Sonia step by step how to separate the egg whites from the yoke using only the shells. You knew she knew nothing given how she’d ask you so much about your craft. It was then you recalled one of your past conversations, how she exclaimed how she never cooked or baked given her servants always did that, and how she now taken interest because of you. That was one of the many things you so admired about her. How she had an insatiable appetite for learning, not only for her people but for herself as well. You tried holding back a giggle, hearing her squeak, accidently breaking the egg. “Here, like this.” You stood behind her, placing your hands atop her own, taking her through the motions, pointing out how much pressure you applied to the egg. You set about measuring other ingredients, showing her how to use the measuring cups and the like.

In several mixing bowls you separated most of the ingredients into each and turned on the mixers. “And now while it’s mixing we’ll add the yoke and sugar mixture to the butter mixture slowly. Then when all this is done mixing we’ll add the egg whites. We do this part by hand because the mixer even on the slowest speed can’t mix it properly. I’ll be using a technique called folding. It’s where you use the spatula or spoon or whatever and-” Sonia so tenderly smiled as you explained, even showing her the technique. You always got so excited when speaking of baking and you were so confident! She dreamily sighed and nodded showing she was still paying attention. “- that way we lose some of the volume so we can get those thin layers Baumkuchen is so famous for!” “Baking truly is a science, it’s no wonder you pick up so quickly! I’m impressed!” “Huh?” You confusedly looked to her as you removed the kettles from the machines. “You’re so smart, baking truly is a science in of itself! When I tutor you, you always learn so quickly, now I know why!” “A-ah, well… thank you.” She smiled even brighter seeing how your ever-present blush darkened and how you became a little sheepish while still being so confident in what you were doing.

“Now for this part, I’ll need your help. See the paper we placed the ground up almonds and flour on? I need you to slowly pour that in while I mix.” “Yes! Most certainly!” “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but remember, very slowly.” Suddenly in the next moment, your vision was clouded, and you couldn’t see. “Ah! I’m so sorry!” “You alright?” You waved at the air with one hand, the other holding up your shirt to cover your face. The white soon settled and your found both of you absolutely covered in powder. “I am, but not the almonds and flour…” She seemed upset, but still smiled so naturally. “It’s alright.” You patted yourself down trying to get some of the powder off. “That’s why I always have extra ingredients, we’ll just have to measure more. Besides…” Taking her hand, you lead her to the ingredients. “Now I know you’ll make for a great assistant when making cinnamon rolls!” “Cinnamon rolls?” “Yeah! Another technique in baking is flouring. You dust flour on the rolling pin, so the dough doesn’t stick to it. You’ll be an ace baker!” She simply stared at you for a moment before that beautiful laughter bubbled up. Her eyes were closed, and she held up one of her hands, partly covering her mouth. She just… looked so gorgeous. Neither of you noticed how you had stopped walking. Your kindness was certainly one of your best traits. You could get upset when needed but you were always so cool headed and patient. Even if you weren’t sure how, you’d try fixing situations, like trying to cheer up a person feeling down. She knew she messed up, but seeing you try to make the best of this was simply astonishing and adorable.

“Now that you poured in the almond and flour mixture, want to try folding and mixing?” “Yes! And I won’t mess up this time! I’ve studied how you do it and I think I know how.” You took a step back and let her. And there was something else you love so much. Her tenacity and determination. No matter how many times she was knocked down, Sonia always got back up and she was better than ever, always willing to tackle any situation. Though, you couldn’t help your chuckle that seeped out. “Harder than it looks, huh.” “Y-yes. It very much is.” Placing one hand on the heavy bowl, you placed the other on one of her hands and helped her mix. “You do this so effortlessly with only one hand!? Is that why you’re so toned!?” “Toned? I well-” You didn’t get the chance to finish, being cut off, surprised by Sonia pointing at your arm. “You are very toned, Y/N. Strong. I bet you could stand a chance in a fight with Owari and Nidai!” “This is just my arms not-” Sonia held up an open palm to you, immediately silencing you. “I shall not allow you to deny your own strength. Those bags of flour, pick them up!” Though bewildered, you did as told. You held one bag atop each of your shoulders. “How heavy are those? “… F-fifty pounds each? Okay! Look, I, Look, you get strong baking, but I doubt I could stand in a fight between those two!” The thought of even getting near one of their skirmishes sent chills down your spine. “Please don’t tell them or anyone else! I know if they find out they’ll want to test me, and I just want to bake, not train.” Sonia simply pat you on the head as you placed the bag back down. “My point still stands, you are strong. And I promise not to tell anyone.” “Thank you!” You dropped to your knees letting go of the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. “You really scared me for a moment there, Nevermind.” “You need not worry Y/N. You shall always be safe with me!” She placed a hand on your cheek, her thumb gently caressing you. “… BAKING! We-we were baking, RIGHT!” You covered both your hands over your face you swiftly marched back to the bowl and began mixing again. Sonia thought about how cute you are before making her way back to the bowl as well.

“Now, for the part that makes Baumkuchen special, how to bake it, aka…” You gently tapped your pointer fingers against the large bowl as a makeshift drum roll. Then you threw your arms out in the direction of a machine in a corner of the room. “Why there’s a hole in the middle of the cake and how we get the rings that make it look like the inside of a tree!” Sonia raced to the machine, excitedly looking it over. “First we pour the batter in the half cylinder.” She eagerly watched as you continued. “And see the window on the door?” Pressing a button an orange light emanated from the back. “That is the roller and behind THAT is the flames.” You then opened the door. “And while this is open the flames are covered. The roller itself can be pulled up and down like a lever, forward… goes into the batter, then back up into the oven, so we can close the door and let it bake. And just watch, the batter’ll turn into this bright orange color. Then when it’s like that I’ll open the door, place it back in the batter, bake again, and we repeat the process till we have our tree ring cakes!” “Amazing!” “And best part is, because of how big this machine is, we get twelve cakes for you!” Though Sonia was elated at the though of eating so many cakes you had made together, she was even more glad seeing how you talked through the process so happily.

“Now with the last layer baked, we can cut and let them cool.” You held a knife against the long cake letting the roller spin and do the work as you just held the knife. You didn’t even need to measure to get twelve evenly sized cakes. You slid the cakes off the roller placing them on wire racks to cool. With your hands on your hips you took a step back. “Say, care for some chocolate? We can have the cakes plain, but chocolate is commonly placed on top. Oh! I can show you how to get a mirror like shine! Ah, and we can use candy molds to make chocolate pieces to place on top and we could drizzle some white chocolate for designs.” “Yes! Let’s keep baking! I want to do more with you!” “Awesome! In fact, I have Novoselic chocolate if you’re interested.” “That’d be lovely. Thank you, Y/N.” “I, heh heh, you don’t have to thank me. It’s only natural that I want to use only the best ingredients.” “Truly!? That’s fantastic news! Ah, perhaps once you become a famous baker, you could endorse Novoselic chocolate and wine! Those are our main trade but with you surely business will boom!” “Well… I’d love too. It would be nice to teach others about how to get ingredients that are both fresh and ethically sourced.” Why did Sonia have to have the uncanny ability to so easily make you blush and giddy so easily.

With the chocolate melted you set about pouring it into molds and glazing it over a few of the cakes before placing it all into the refrigerator. Now all that was left was clean up. And there was an awful lot to clean, but it was all a part of baking. You rather enjoy this actually. After the excitement of running around and baking, it was calm and relaxing to clean, a sort of cool down period after the heat of the kitchen. “Hmm, hey, Nevermind, you got some chocolate on your cheek. Let me get it, since your hands are all wet from washing dishes. With your thumb you wiped off the chocolate before licking it, not wanting to dirty the supplies you were collecting

…

Wait.

You…

You dropped everything burying your face into your hands, kneeling down just wanting to disappear. You mumbled apologies quietly, simply too embarrassed to do anything more. Perhaps… perhaps you got too relaxed. You felt your hands gently being pulled away from your face only to see Sonia. You fell silent, your mind going blank. You chastised yourself for reacting so much when you should have just played it cool. You froze as she leaned in, and… she kissed you on the cheek. “You had some chocolate on your cheek too.” She giggled, lifting you to your feet as your face flushed such a bright red. “My heart can’t take this.” You rested your face in your hand, still just wanting to momentarily disappear from how fast your heart raced.

“Evening already?” “Yeah, guess I forgot to warn you. Baking can take a while.” “Well then, let’s go get dinner and catch a movie.” “I know this traditional restaurant downtown, and I think a new drama came out recently.” “I know of it! That sounds lovely.” Taking her hand, you lead the way. As you exited the campus you spotted Teru chatting with Nagito before abruptly stopping, winking, and giving you a thumbs up.

It was a nice evening much like all other times you had hung out. Mostly some chatting, learning about your respective home countries and traditions.

The next day you had woken up excitedly, finally, it was Sonia’s birthday, and you were going to confess this time! You took the best cake to class only to find, as usual, chaos had ensued, several actually. Mostly the usual rivalries. So much for the others being calm and giving Sonia, Chiaki and Hajime a day off. You placed the cake on Sonia’s desk while you sat on the one next to her’s. Then something caught your ear. “Miss Nevermind! Who do you love!?” Quite bold- Wait. At first you assumed Kazuichi meant between him and Gundham, but instead both looked shellshocked. Sonia simply walked away, standing beside you. She gestured to you. “I just told you, my partner.” A long quiet squeak like nose escaped you, like air seeping out of a balloon as she kissed you on the cheek. “Y/N. Not only do I love them, they’re already growing into a model ruler for Novoselic.” Teruteru devilishly smiled, taking a seat at the desk you sat on, enjoying the show. “I- Wait, WE’RE DATING!? WE’RE PARTNERS!?” Gundham took a step forward. “How can one begin a mating ritual without knowing you’re doing so?” Kazuichi then jumped up out of his seat. “HOW CAN YOU DATE SOMEONE LIKE MISS NEVERMIND AND NOT KNOW!?” Both you and Soina looked to one another, baffled. “Y/N, you asked me out. Do you not remember?” “I… I’ve tried? Like? Thousands of times? But? It all failed?” “I know.” “… Please explain, I’m so confused right now!” Taking your hands into hers, she looked to you with sparkles in her eyes. “You had sent a Baumkuchen home, proving your worth by it not being poisoned, gifting it to my family and servants. They were also impressed by how persistent you were in confessing despite all other times ending in failure and with all the difficulties and trouble you’d have to go to, to mail something to such an unknown country! They sent me your note back, and now I finally get the tree cake I never got before!” “oh… so that actually worked.” Your blush darkened with each moment. “well… at least I made a good first impression.” “Yes, yes you did!” It was then you noticed how Teru was so desperately attempting to protect your cake from Akane. “Uh, we better eat it then before Akane gets to it.” “Akane?” Sonia flipped around, pointing to the woman. “Halt right there! Only I and my partner shall eat my cake!”

As you watched the chaos ensue you realized that actually was a while ago… And after that Sonia started talking to you more and started tutoring you and you started hanging out more. Maybe… maybe you should have noticed Sonia’s feelings for you sooner. At least you knew you were together now. And now that you knew, you were determined to dive into your studies so you could be a worthy partner for both Sonia and her people.

#sonia nevermind #sonia x reader #mod gundham #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa 2 imagine #danganronpa 2 imagines #dr imagine #dr imagines #dr 2 imagine #dr 2 imagines #danganronpa x reader

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more-than-a-princess · 1 year ago

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She'd gone from champagne to wine to whiskey, and yet it hadn't felt like time had passed at all. The only indication was the empty bottles that had been taken away and Anzu's gradually increasing sense of comfort and ease amongst the hosts, King in particular. It would be impolite to show her shock, especially in a country where restrained physical affection was the norm, but Sonia couldn't believe how her friend regarded the hosts. Currently, Anzu was draped over Mr. King's lap with the sort of intimacy Sonia only found in committed, dating relationships and in turn, he seemed to be entirely comfortable with the state of things. She had to wonder if it was an act, or if he truly relished in such affections. Something about him gave her pause on his interest in women in general, but again, she was too polite to say.

"Is our scheduled time finished, then?" She asked, still unsure of how it all worked, particularly at the end. Did the hosts cut off clients who were too drunk, or did they simply not wish to pay for their time anymore? What she did know was that conversation had flowed smoothly, a testament to Mr. King's skill, and the bill was brought over discreetly. There was a subtle art of reaching for it before anyone else had the chance, and it was ingrained in her whenever she went out. It was a rare situation that someone was more financially well off than she was, and thus she felt responsible to cover whatever fees accrued. After all, she had been the one to suggest champagne.

But even the bill had earned several looks their way, from other patrons at their tables to, Sonia noticed out of the corner of her eye, about half a dozen hosts peeking out over Monsieur's shoulder from the curtain leading to the back of the club. They'd appeared for the early champagne call and now found it a challenge to hide their interest for the newcomer who had requested it. Just as well that they were leaving: once she settled the bill, her name would be recorded in the financial statement and she could be traced.

With Mr. King's departure, though, Anzu's full attention had returned to her and their evening together, this time sharing what Shinobu had planned for the very same night. "I am not opposed to ramen, that would be lovely. Thank you, Anzu-san," Sonia replied with a smile. Though, the question that sat on the tip of her tongue was 'Why would Yaguchi-san agree to a lame date? It sounds like a waste of time, if it is already considered to be unwelcome.' She had to remind herself that not everyone dated the way she did: careful, hesitant, and only agreeing if she truly felt some sort of pull, a connection, to the man who asked. She turned down far more requests than she agreed to, from anyone from princes and other members of the aristocracy to the likes of Kazuichi Soda (many, many times). Her friend, however, seemed to do the opposite: she agreed to far more than she turned down, if any. It all sounded rather taxing to Sonia, though she wouldn't voice it. To Anzu, at least.

"Thank you for your company and conversation this evening, Mr. King," Sonia told him as he approached the table with the bill and a credit card reader. "You and Monsieur have made this an intriguing and relaxing experience, I must commend your good work." She tapped her chip card against the reader with no hesitation. It was, perhaps, one of her faults: Sonia had little idea as to what made a total bill not be 'too bad.' She'd seen her uncle purchase several new cards at once, and her mother acquire enough luxury fashion in one trip to go well over six figures in Euros. While Anzu grimaced and Mr. King looked apologetic, Sonia was simply confused as the card reader gave an affirmative 'ding!' that her payment had been processed.

"Shall we be on our way?" She asked, before quietly thanking another host as he helped her into her coat. Doing up the buttons and belt, she grabbed her clutch and followed Anzu when she was ready. Her friend was far more familiar with the area after all, and had suggested a late dinner.

King smiled, giving Anzu another pat on the head as he nodded to Sonia. "I meet many interesting people in this job, from all sorts of walks of life. I think that sometimes people just like to have a space to gripe, no matter what their life outside here is like. Everyone likes to feel heard. Everyone wants to feel understood." A feeling even Anzu wasn't immune to, though at the moment, she was more content just to receive King's physical affection. "But then again, that's just my opinion."

Shinobu's fingers were already flipping through the bills in her wallet, carefully organized between 1000, 2000, and 5000 yen notes, before a hand reached out gently push the wallet to the tabletop. "Shinobu-san, what are you doing?" She looked up, catching the eyes of the woman across the table, smiling softly at her. "Oh," Shinobu murmured. "I thought we were ready to depart, so I was preparing to pay. If I misjudged that, then I regret doing so."

The laugh that followed from the other woman was gentle and kind. "That's not what I meant." Once it was clear that Shinobu wasn't reaching for her wallet any longer, she reached inside her coat, a mix of trendy and formal that, to Shinobu's eyes, made her the best-dressed person in the restaurant. It was at the same time that Shinobu noticed her nails, trimmed shorter than they had been the last time they'd met, and with the dark nail polish she remembered stripped off.

"I invited you." From her coat, she produced a small clutch, drawing out a handful of bills and laying them flat on the table. "And I picked the nice restaurant. I wasn't planning on making you pay." "Oh." Shinobu wasn't entirely sure what to say to that, so instead merely stowed her wallet. "If you're sure, Miss Ji-yeon." So atypical was it in relation to their typical experience that Shinobu felt strangely about not covering the bill. "I'm sure," came the response, accompanied by another pleasant laugh.

"I'd thought you'd given up playing." "Hmm?" Ji-yeon tracked Shinobu's eyes to her hands, and then gave a sheepish grin. "Oh, you noticed. I guess not a lot gets past those eyes, huh?" She shrugged, turning her hands over to get a better look at them. "I didn't quit altogether, I just stopped performing. Nails don't get in the way too much when you're just playing for fun." For a moment a complicated expression grew on Ji-yeon's face, enough that Shinobu couldn't quite read her feelings. "It's a long story, but the university wants me to play at the end-of-year concert. It's a whole-" she waved her hand dismissively "- big thing. They were promoting me for a while, so they'd look bad if I didn't play."

Shinobu nodded, having found a more comfortable place for her own hands in her lap. "That's unfortunate. I thought you'd made your feelings clear, so it isn't fair for the administration to put you in an uncomfortable position like this. I'm sorry." Ji-yeon shook her head, forcing a smile. "It's not a big deal, Shinobu-san." The archer shook their head. "I just don't like the idea that your wishes were disrespected. It isn't your responsibility to clean up their messes." "Don't worry too much for my sake, okay? Besides, they're flying me in a Guadagnini to play with, so that should be fun."

There must have been some expression on her face, Shinobu realized, because Ji-yeon still seemed to be staring. "I know you're busy, but if you can make the time work, you should come, actually. If I'm going to be playing either way, I'd be happier knowing you were listening." Shinobu nodded, slowly. "...Mm. Please send me the details, and I'll try to be there." That earned a return to the earlier smile, as Ji-yeon gathered up her money and stood, moving to the other side of the table to help Shinobu up. "Great. It was really good to see you, Shinobu-san. Thanks for making time for me, but I'll let you get back to things now."

After more drinking, conversation, and borderline inappropriate physical contact between Anzu and her handsome men of choice, the night seemed to be coming to a close. The club, of course, would continue for a few hours more, though perhaps without the high school girls who had livened things up with an early champagne call. "I wanna staaay," Anzu mumbled, having, at some point, shifted positions so she was draped fully across King's lap like a cat. "But I have work in the morning, so we probably gotta go." Plus, she was starting to feel a bit tipsy, and an idea had popped into her head that required some planning and execution, and that couldn't be compromised.

King laughed, helping her back into a seated position. "As a host, I really should ask you to stay longer." He winked. "But I'm your friend, first." Once Anzu was upright, he stood, picking up the pieces of paper he'd scribbled notes to himself on throughout the night. "I'll go calculate your bill." After he'd taken his leave, Anzu grinned, directing her attention back to Sonia. "I just got a text from Shinobu-chan. She's done with what she was doing, and she's not too far away from here." With a soft, pleading expression that would put any doe-eyed starlet to shame, she clasped her hands together. "There's a really good ramen place where we could meet her in the middle? She's probably been on some lame date, so I bet she'd love to see us instead."

She, of course, could hold her liquor, and it looked like Sonia wasn't doing badly in that department, either, but still, getting some food in their stomachs probably would help. The ramen stall wasn't far from her theater, either, so it made slipping away easy. All according to her plan. "I'm hungry anyway, so if we wanna grab a quick dinner there, I'll cover it," she offered, as if that somehow offset the amount Sonia would be spending on their many, many drinks - an amount made plain as King returned to the table. "Between your accumulated credit, Anzu-san, and your new customer discount, Sonia-san, I don't think it's too bad?" To Anzu, that seemed like a result of King's unique perspective on things, as she lightly sucked in a breath. Yikes.

#quickdeaths #Non-Despair AU: Hope's Peak Academy verse #(Sonia can both think straight and walk straight)#(Unfortunately those plus her hair are the -only- things straight about her amirite)#(Still she is a freak for being able to hold her alcohol like this)#(Imbibing in large amounts of alcohol is a necessary royal skill)

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aion-rsa · 4 years ago

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15 Strongest Pokémon… Emotionally

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The world of Pokémon is a hard and cruel place. It takes a tough Pokémon to stand tough and survive, which doesn’t make it a suprise that some of the most celebrated Pokémon could also be considered the strongest.

For all the lessons of friendship, Pokémon Centers, and jelly donut flavored rice balls, it’s not easy living in the world of Pokémon. In fact, it can be downright cruel for some. That’s why we want to honor an elite selection of Pokémon that are the most powerful, toughest, unassailable, and strongest…emotionally.

Because let’s face it, any Pokémon that can survive fear of death, rejection, imposter syndrome, or questionable hair choices can almost certainly beat Eternatus.

Charmander

Death comes for us all, but Charmanders have it especially rough. It’s been said that a Charmander dies if the flame on its tail is extinguished. That means that a Charmander must live in constant fear of anything that could put out its flame. Water, strong winds, and sand (coarse and rough as it is) kill up to 2000 Charmanders a year (we presume). If only there was a way to donate Pokémon pennies a day and help Charmanders everywhere live free of the fear of death.

Jigglypuff

Rejection. We can all remember times we’ve felt it. Maybe it was a lost crush, not getting that job, or never getting to control the playlist in the car because you once made the mistake of letting “Misty’s Song” play on a road trip and your friends never forgot it. Jigglypuff gets that. Every time it attempts to sing, its audience falls asleep. If a Jigglypuff sings a song and no one is there to hear it, did it ever make a sound?

Dugtrio (Alola Version)

Keeping your hair well maintained is tough even on the best days. Now imagine your defining trait is that you use your entire body to dig out of the ground. How are you supposed to keep those luscious locks full and silky through such a process? I’m bald, so I genuinely have no idea, but Alola Dugtrios have somehow mastered the art. How? If we ever learned their secret, all wars would probably end, all criminal organizations would dissolve, and at that moment, we may understand the secrets of the universe. Or they’d just let us know the name of their stylist.

Team Rocket’s Meowth

How far have you gone for love? Did you walk 500 miles? Did you ride on a piano for 1000 miles? What did you do? I can guarantee it wasn’t anything close to what Team Rocket’s Meowth did when he became the only Pokémon to learn to speak human to impress the lady Meowth he loved. And what did he get for it? He was called a freak.

Team Rocket’s Meowth may fail every week, but he goes on despite the pain. Every day he does, he’s stronger than all of us.

Abra

Multiple years in therapy have taught me you can’t run from your problems; you have to face them head-on. Sure, you can avoid sadness by avoiding problems, but in the process, you run the risk of avoiding happiness. I think about Abra in therapy sometimes because all it can do is escape via teleportation. That its only significant power. The mental walls it must have built up can surely withstand any attack, physical or emotional.

Unless, of course, you play M2M’s “Don’t Say You Love Me” from Pokémon: The First Movie’s soundtrack. That could make a grown Tyranitar cry.

Electrode

One might think that Voltorb could easily share this slot with Electrode, but there’s a key difference. Voltorbs are young and innocent. They haven’t lived enough life to know how sad it is when it all self-destructs on you. Electrodes know. They’ve loved, they’ve lost, they have families, and they have careers. But to self-destruct is what an Electrode must do, and it does it well.

Cubone

Everyone and their Rattata knows that Cubones wear the skulls of their dead mothers. What people fail to consider is that every single Cubone in the world shares that same backstory. Why are all Marowaks eventually killed? Is it the birthing process? What immediately deteriorates their skulls for Cubones to wear? Whatever it is, a Cubone becomes tough as rocks from the moment it’s born, and no one can stand up to a Pokémon that can handle that level of grief.

Or it’s all a big scam. If you look closely, the skull Cubone wears is not an exact replica of a Marowak. What are they trying to hide, huh? Is Mr. Fuji trying to drive tourists to Lavender Town? If that is the case, then Cubones have been running an incredible racket for years and deserve to be on this list solely for the power it takes to deceive everyone in the Pokémon world.

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Chansey

“A Machamp who thinks it’s strong has never been a Chansey in a Pokémon center.” – Pokémon proverb (probably).

Chansey must heal hundreds, if not thousands, of sick and injured Pokémon a day. The mental strain they endure must be immense, but Chansey does it all with a smile. That’s powerful. It also has to handle customer service at Pokémon Centers, and that might make it even more powerful. After all, the only thing that’s harder than a battle with a Palkia is dealing with the ninth person today asking to see your Nurse Joy manager.

Staryu

Every time Staryu emerges from its Poké Ball it screams, “HYAH.” Is this a battle tactic to frighten its opponents… or is it something deeper? A cry for help? A plea to stop this senseless conflict? Perhaps Staryu screams hoping the eternal void will scream back.

Mewtwo

Oh sure, you can catch one at level 70 and it already knows the Psychic ability, but that isn’t why Mewtwo is powerful. It’s powerful because it’s burdened with teenage angst. “WHY WAS I CREATED?” it asks. I don’t know, Mewtwo. Put it on your Xanga, I’m trying to play Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater.

When Mewtwo grows up it’ll take some serious time to scrub all that cringe from its social media profiles.

Marill

The year is 1999. Leaked screenshots of a blue Pokémon can be found all over the internet and tales of it spread to schoolyards around the world. Marill, the Pokémon pictured, is excited! It wasn’t sure if it’d be accepted after the unprecedented success of the first 150 Pokémon, but people already love it! It sneaks into the back of an elementary school class to hear the good word of mouth about itself.

“I can’t wait to catch Pikablu!” says nearly every child in the classroom. Marill’s blood turns cold. Marill tries to stop the rumors, but it’s too late. By 2001, the excitement is long gone. Children spot Marill and greet him with scorn. “Oh, that was all just a rumor. Marill sucks.”

To this day Marill can take a blast of Thunder right to its face because no pain can match the blow to its self-confidence that it received during that horrific time.

Shuckle

Here he comes, rougher than the rest of them. The best of them, tougher than leather. You can call him Shuckle, unlike Squirtle, he doesn’t chuckle. He gets on the dance floor and shuffles.

Being a Shuckle is hard, man. Look at those little legs.

Jirachi

Wish granting. It’s an ability with limitless potential, but Jirachi does not grant wishes for itself. No, it must grant wishes for others. That means it has to put up with adults desperately wishing their parents didn’t throw away their old Pokémon cards because they swear they had a 1999 First Edition Mint Charizard Holo that they could use to finally pay off their crippling student debt. Please, oh please Jirachi make my wish come true.

Putting up with that takes a mind of steel.

Rotom Pokédex

The internet is filled with “Who’s the strongest of X franchise?” debates. In those debates, people discuss strength, speed, defenses, and more. What they fail to consider is that the most powerful force is often information. You can’t beat someone who knows your every weakness. You can’t run from someone who knows your past.

Rotom Pokédex is living information. The moment it sees you, it knows you. What does it know? What sins can it see? Maybe forfeiting the fight is better than the possibility of your dark past being revealed to the world.

Ash’s Pikachu

All Ash’s Pikachu wants is to grow, but he can’t. It would hurt the brand. Kids love Pikachu! He can’t evolve!

“Please!” Pikachu begs. “I don’t want to evolve but please let me grow! If you won’t, I’m leaving!”

The Pokémon Company looks down on him and shakes their heads.

“Sure, Pikachu,” they say. “You can leave, but you know, our profits would go way down and we’d have to lay off half the staff. You don’t want that to happen, right? Sonia’s got five kids at home. What will they think when she tells them she lost her job because of Pikachu?”

So Pikachu carries on, the weight of responsibility on its shoulders every day.

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