#Feeling Yua more by the day

[askwanderingdreamer]

The Starry Dreamer

[fleursbending]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫. | Neteyam Sully

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : green is all you see, and for once it's not because you live in the midst of the damn jungle. it's because envy and greed consume you. what's the root cause of it? neteyam and your supposed friend who is trying to definitely charm him. 

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 : “This—” [points at their chest] “—this belongs to you. Always.”

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : neteyam sully x fem!omaticaya reader.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : requested, yes | no. hellooo idk where this came from, but here we are at least another request done! just wanted to put a lil something out because the songcords are some chonky mfs and taking some time! so hope you enjoy. this is loosely based on "my heart it beats for you" - grentperez (filo represent!)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : jealousy, flirting w/o clear consent?, neteyam is so boyfie/bbg here, protective!nete, ur friend is an asshat, hurt/comfort, established relationship, cussing, fluff yippee!

𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 : olo’eyktan - clan leader, yaymak - foolish/ignorant, tsamsiyu - warrior, oeyä - my (possessive), hawnu - protect/shelter, muntxate - wife/mate.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.5k words !

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :  @pandorainmymind @eywas-heir @spicycloudsalad @missdreamofendless @prty-poisxn @scarlettwitch-4 @23victoria @avidreader3107 @purplehyacinthss-deactivated202 @itssiaaax @neteyamoa @tsireyasgf @nijirozzz @useryourbut @yua-himari @sweetheartlizzie07 @grierpilots @reneehillary69 @fruitsalad1 @forasgaard @iwaslikeblah @dumb-fawkin-bitch @theicemav @narutoboi @azaleaniath @goosemothersblog

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇, especially if you have to witness the cause of such erratic inner turmoil. 

She hadn't meant to wander this close to the training grounds, and truthfully she had no clue how her little detour brought her here. 

Alas, perhaps she'd gravitated here for a reason. After all, Neteyam was training some warriors-to-be, and maybe now she could catch a glimpse of him in action without disrupting the lesson.

She missed him, the consistent need of kissing him like the ocean does to the tide as it retreats back to shore. It held her heart in a monumental lock, Neteyam had infiltrated her thoughts once again. To be fair, she could not be blamed for this - they'd barely been around each other the past few days. 

Jake had become even sterner, prepping his son for when he'd take the mantle of Olo'ekytan as it is handed down to him. It had Neteyam wishing he could talk back, just simply out of spite. To demand some room, freedom to spend more time with you. But the only thing keeping him grounded and sane was the fact that perhaps once this is all over, and he has secured his place as the leader of the clan - maybe then things would settle. He'd get to be around you more, even if it is through lingering touches and a fuse charged to his heart due to the yearning glances from across two ends of a place in their home in the midst of the forest. 

His desire to cross the finish line had increased by tenfold at the mere thoughts flittering in his brimming mind. To start a family with you, live his life to the fullest with you…that was all he's yearned for. 

But now she's cursing herself, feet stomping onto the forest ground with uncertainty brewing deep in her bones. ___ did not know whether or not to be pissed beyond belief or let her heart sink into the doubts already sneering at her. 

Because through the thick branches, she stood behind to peer into the training grounds, the sight before her was certainly something to behold. 

Training my ass! Speaking of ass, is she pressing hers into- what the actual fuck? 

Her heart drummed in her ears, and suddenly fury fills her veins until she feels ashamed. Is this what has been going on all this time? How could her friend act on the attractions that she seemed to very obviously have? Neteyam was spoken for. 

___ best friend stood a good few metres away from where she had unintentionally hidden, pressed too closely to Neteyam as he tries to readjust her stance and the way she grips her bow. 

That coniving little… ___ had already taught the ins and outs of how to control her bow and how to aim it. They did this months ago. She wanted to give her friend the benefit of the doubt, maybe she just needed some touching up? But why wouldn't she have just gone to you?

Such questions fizzle out as her eyes cut to your own, unnerving and edging on callousness. Oh, so this definitely was purposeful. 

She knows more than anyone else that her boyfriend is capable of holding his own, but sometimes - he is just a little dense. Especially around the ladies of the clan, and the fact that every female (even males) wants a piece of him. 

Not even just to be the Tsahik of the future Olo'ekytan, but because he inherited the beauty of his mother - the roughness of his father. He also had a very protective demeanor, never hesitating to be vocal about his genuine adoration for you - or back you up when a situation demanded of it. 

It lights a fuse in the back of your mind then, a raging insistent thought that you'd try to tone down the moment you realised that you were each other's, person. That hopefully nothing was going to come of the way of that. 

But your supposed friend is definitely coming in the way of you acting civil right now. 

Maybe you just weren't good enough for him, never able to live up to everything Neteyam is known for and will come to be.

Jake had told Neteyam that he could begin to train other like-minded Na'vi - the people of the Omaticaya that wanted to become warriors. Saying in the same sentence how his dear friend Tsu'tey used to do the same. 

It instilled him with great pride and honor, which he was undeniably blinded by in this current moment as your friends' fingertips graze his arm in a very flirtatious manner. 

Disdain clawed at your skin then, making you want to scratch at your arms. Did she willingly sign up for these lessons? Yaymak, she's taking up the time of true soon-to-be warriors who await more proper training. 

She lets out a loud and very obnoxious giggle, and Neteyam doesn't acknowledge a thing - still too focused on the lesson. The fuse imploded then. 

All the doubts came gushing in at once, searing to your skin as envy wilts around your conscience. Green is all you see, and for once it's not because you live in the midst of the damn jungle. It's because envy and greed consume you. Betrayal too, towards the friend you lost and your lover who was too focused on living up to the legacy of two influential men of the clan. 

Oh maybe, just maybe you had to unwillingly entertain such detrimental thoughts.

There's a reason why the clan is so unbashful in their efforts of trying to claim Neteyam as their one and only mate for a  lifetime. 

You weren't enough in their eyes. 

You'd come from a mediocre family, hunters on the bottom of the hierarchy - nothing remotely remarkable. 

Nothing compared to your soon-to-be ex-friend who is inching her way closer into Neteyam's chest - whose mother is also incredibly close to Neytiri.

___ was really wishing for Eywa right about now. That the atkorinas that had danced among the sky and brushed your shoulders when you and Neteyam shared your first kiss, were not something she had hopelessly imagined. 

With fists clenched, Neteyam releases the arrow. Bullseye.

"Yep, that's how I do it." He just smiles down at her respectfully, stepping back unintentionally as he reloads his bow to demonstrate it one more time.

The girl inflicting all this bitterness and resentment frowned then, before turning slightly and meeting your teary eyes once again. 

She knew you were there and was still doing this? Yeah, she can rot in hell.

In an instant, she squeals, but it's still a late reaction to what he had just shown - jumping to him and giving Neteyam an audacious hug. 

Great mother, she was testing your resolve. Your claim. ___ can't do this, can't bare witness to such crude manners and undeterred actions from someone she had confided in and befriended for a large part of her life. 

Before you knew it, you were fumbling, feet stepping on a hollow stick.

Snap. It echoes in the now still air, missing how Neteyam had flinched and retreated from her hug immediately. His features darkened as he spat out, "Don't touch me like that. You are here to learn, so learn."

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Two heads whip towards you as ___ bolts off, not daring to take a quick glance back at where you had left your broken heart.

Neteyam is only just able to catch a glimpse of who had suddenly retreated, dread drenching him in a mere half second once everything falls into place. 

It was his yawntu.

The need to please his father and live up to the great hold his uncle Tsu'tey still had on his people sputters, becoming an afterthought.

"How dare you take advantage of me like this?" He thunders at the now floundering girl. 

She gapes and stutters. But nothing flows through his ears. How pathetic.

"You're her best friend!" He hissed, ears laying flat in vexation. 

Once again nothing leaves her suddenly parched mouth, and it leaves him utterly cross. Neteyam decides then to drag salt across the wound.

"You are not capable of being a warrior, especially if you cannot take my lessons seriously. I suggest you head back to where you belong because I will not teach someone as lousy as you - ever - again." He glowered, snatching the practice bow out of her hands and proceeding to not only snap it in half - but throw it on the ground as well.

"Neteyam!" She desperately calls at the same time he yells out for you, running in the same direction he had seen you flee. 

He doesn't bother to pivot and throw more spite at the already frightened girl who had tried to make advances on him, it was her fault they got caught in that position (literally).

The ever-so-mighty tsamiyu now feels like he is shackled to the forest floor as he calls out for you again, frowning as his feet dig into the soil beneath him once finally finds you.

There you are, winsome as you quietly sob into the palm of your hands that cover the aggrieved expression that painted your features. The waterfall cascaded down on you as you pushed yourself to sit inside the little cave that had created itself over the years right behind it. 

A jolt ripples through ___ as Neteyam instinctively brings you into a hug the moment he reaches you, pressing repetitive kisses to your forehead. 

You let yourself feel the wrath of your thoughts then, right at their peak - so you can come to terms with them. They can settle and move away from having you anchored down like you were currently.

A gut-wrenching sigh ebbed out of you then, whispering to Neteyam apologetically. 

"I know, I know it's not your fault. I'm sorry I reacted this way."

He just shakes his head in turmoil then, features hardened at the thought of you having to witness him try to be swayed by someone who he didn't find trifling interest in. Someone who had been in your inner circle of friends. 

Neteyam felt scorned, struggling to find words that can appease both of you. This is all unexplored territory to him, he'd never had to deal with someone so bold that was also trying to get with him. The eldest Sully is so unapologetically enamored, essentially soaking in all the love and devotion he has for you. There's so much of it to go around, that even his heart sometimes grapples with where to place it all. 

He necessitated, tone yearning for you to see him. "I hope you know, these were never my intentions. To hurt you, for her to act so-...for it to turn out - I was trying to appease my father and it's just been-"

You cut him off, understanding and knowing all too well of the troubles and responsibilities that have been bestowed upon him and weigh heavily on his broad shoulders. 

"Nete, I know. Really, it's just my mind playing games with me. It is not your fault that she decided to, well - ruin our friendship. You also did not deserve such treatment when time is already not on your side right now. I'm sorry for that."

___ doesn't meet his eyes, instead her own are downcast - allowing her hair to hang like a curtain over her blotchy face due to the tears that she had just shed.

"___." He utters with purpose, hands moving to push your damp hair back and away from your face.

You hum lowly, eyes still holding a peculiar melancholy and distant as ever. 

His hand pressing to your heart is what shatters you from the reverie.

Neteyam's amber eyes are fierce, bold, and enraptured with the deepest appreciation for you. 

Now he knows he holds your attention,

“This—”, he points to his chest then, vehemently and with such precision it has your heart stilling for a moment, “—this belongs to you. Always.”

A shudder breaks from your lips then, astounded and in awe that he is all yours. Shaking hands fold over his that still are motioning to his own heart. 

The heart that had been ever so charmed by your delightful presence, so effortlessly whole due to the affections you bestowed upon him over the years of his childhood up til now.

You're each other's eternities, aligned with the stars and the atkorina's. ___ is sure of it now.

He'd orbit around you as long as you wished for him to. A shield and a protector for this lifetime and the ones that followed. Neteyam liked to believe that if there was another life, you'd fall right into place beside one another. That your love would just shift and begin again. 

If only he knew you thought the exact same thing, especially now as you just appreciate Neteyam for all that he is and who he'll come to be. He has big shoes to fill, but you know he'll be just fine. 

"As does mine. Always." You whisper with consolation, delicate and saccharine. 

His heart squeezes, hands darting away from yours to cup your face as he let his head dip into yours.

It was a movement that was second-hand nature to him now, a daily occurrence of sorts.

Neteyam breathes you in, letting your aura wrap around his being.

Your arms capture him in return, fingers trailing down the divots that line his spine as he allows himself to melt into your hold. Tension fusing into ease.

"You're not mad at me?" He questions, mindlessly playing with a strand of your still-damp hair.

"I'm not mad at you, oeyä hawnu."

His heart flutters then, a light blush dusting his cheeks. He shyly whines into the nape of your neck, your response is to giggle in return.

"You know what calling me that, does to me! I guess it's time to once again show my affection to you in front of all the people!"

You squeal his name as he suddenly lifts you up, throwing over you his shoulder as he wades out into the real world and across the water, away from your little bubble.

Bursts of laughter mingle with the bustling sounds of nature as he makes his way back to your home base.

 Neteyam will gladly let everyone know how devoted he is to you, to make sure they know that he isn't kidding around when he said you'd be his future muntxate.

In his heart and soul, he knew you were the only person Pandora made for him in the eyes of Eywa. That's how it always will be, is the thought that springs to both of your minds in that very moment. The great mother wishes then she could give you a sign then, but she rectifies herself then.

Your heart beats when with each other speaks enough.

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

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[askatimegod]

@askwanderingdreamer <Yua, human> @ Dia: They approached him with a small smile. They could see they were cold, in their hands a streaming cup. "I see you're freezing out here. Have this. They called this hot chocolate? It's really tasty but hot so it should do the trick."

@askwanderingdreamer

"hot coco always does wonders on a chilly day,I admittedly almost forgot all about it” dia takes the cup happily giving a small bow as thanks ,its a good temporary solution less he feels anymore drowsy or chilly.

“Must admit you definitely look more prepared for the cold than I ever could be”

[zhonyua]

YUA ESCREVE SOBRE O BLADE OU O LUOCHA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

your wish is my command.

soft injuries

blade x gn!reader

context: you're from the stellaron hunters and you see blade struggling with his bandages.

content: mentions of injuries, blood, cuts, bandages; a bit suggestive? but nothing more than it.

notes: sorry if blade is a little out of character; some things about the stellaron hunters are made up; i'm sorry, it's really short </3

you could say that today was a rough day. maybe because you had to 'deal' with annoying people or because you had to be scolded by kafka because you did something without thinking again. you just knew you were tired.

it wasn't easy to be great like them. they were good at everything they did. silver wolf was a great hacker, kafka was great at fighting and making strategies and blade... well, blade was truly awesome.

you could see how he usually dealt with his problems, even if he always found a way to injure himself. he was a difficult person, but maybe that was why you were so fond of him.

you didn't know how, but blade always found a way to take over your thoughts. if you were fighting, you would remember how hot he looked while threatening his enemies. if you were resting sitting on a couch, you would remember how his eyes shined when they narrowed at you. your mind was always thinking about him.

and today wasn't different. you were tired, yes, but your mind was already full of thoughts about him. you almost tripped on the stairs because you got distracted again. maybe thinking about blade wasn't so good for you. and when you saw him, alone in a room, struggling to wrap a bandage on his waist, you knew that you were already lost.

you slowly walked towards the room, trying really hard to not make any noise so he wouldn't notice you, but that was blade, so of course he heard the small creak your shoes gave each step.

"what do you want?" his stern voice resonated through the empty room and you jumped slightly from the startle. you sighed, giving up on your slow and quiet pace and walking normally towards him.

"what are you doing?" you peeked over his shoulders and he moved so his back could cover your vision. "none of your business." he said in that same tone of voice. you felt an urge to keep annoying him.

"it looks like you're struggling there." your voice sounded terribly teasing. "i'm not." blade's words were interrupted by a low grunt when the bandage roll he was holding fell on the ground. you quickly kneeled down to grab it and he immediately tried to take it from your hands, but you moved it away from his reach.

"i could help you." you said and he rolled his eyes in an annoyed way. "i don't want your help." his face had a stern look that just made you insist even more. "don't be so annoying." you said and he frowned.

your persistence was irritating him so much, that he gave up after a few more tries. "alright, i give up. just do it quickly." blade said in a low voice, as if he didn't want anyone to hear it. you couldn't hide your victorious smile, while you carefully approached him, as if he was going to bite you.

he was leaning on a table, his arms behind him, so you could have more space. you could feel that, even if he was sighing annoyed all the time, he was liking how close you were from him. your eyes traced his bare chest without any hesitation, while you slowly began to wrap the bandage around his waist.

he had bleeding cuts all over his torso, and you carefully wrapped the bandage around them all, touching his skin even so slightly. you could see how he was holding his sighs, every time your fingers rubbed against a tiny cut.

you felt his stare at you, but you ignored him. you pressed an injury a bit too much and he grunted, grabbing your hand, roughly. you looked up at him, just realizing how close your face was from his.

"you're doing it on purpose." blade's voice sounded low and his eyes didn't leave yours. "am i?" you tried your best to give him the most innocent eyes you could. "oops." you pressed the spot again, smiling when he grunted.

"stop it." his voice sounded hoarse and his eyes narrowed at you, but that just made you want to keep doing it. "and what if i don't?" you whispered, teasingly. that was the last thing you said before he grabbed your face with one hand and pulled you for a kiss.

your eyes widened with surprise, but soon your lips curled up in a smile. you couldn't hide how much you wanted that, and now that it was finally happening, you felt like it was a dream. but blade's hands sliding down to firmly hold your waist, reminded you that it wasn't.

your hands, on the other side, ignored the bandages completely, brushing his chest until your arms wrapped around his neck. his mouth felt warm and he bit your lips in the most possessive way possible.

you sighed heavily between the kiss when his hands began to move lower, but he suddenly pushed you away before you could even react. before you could ask what happened, you heard a familiar voice calling for his name.

"hey blade, did you see my..." silver wolf entered the room looking around, but when her eyes stopped on you she fell silent. "oh." she had a neutral expression, but you could feel that she was going to laugh it off later. "well, sorry, i'll ask later." she left, not before giving blade a wink.

you felt your cheeks warming and you looked away from blade, but he didn't look bothered at all.

"we're going to continue this later." it was the last thing he said, before grabbing his things and leaving you alone in the room.

suddenly, you didn't feel tired anymore.

it was the first time that doing something without thinking led you to a good thing.

[heich0e]

yakuza!suna/escort!reader part 6 - takes place the night following part 5, tw the girlies are fighting (literally), tw mention of blood, happy belated birthday yakuza!shinsuke i want you to step on me series masterlist

The Inarizaki compound is an immaculately maintained estate.

The grounds are vast, tucked away in a quiet corner of Hyogo, just distant enough from the city to feel private. The buildings on the property are old, and traditional in style, but they were built to last and have been cared for to ensure it. The compound is as imposing today as the day it was first built, a truth diligently seen to over the years as its care has passed between hands from one head of the family to the next. It stands as a testament to the power and the influence of those who inherit and inhabit it; a reflection of them built in timber and stone.

Nothing on the property is out of place or unkempt. Every shrub, every blade of grass, every flower in the garden is carefully reared and pruned. Every floor diligently swept. Every surface cleared of any trace of dust. Every window polished to a spotless shine that reflects the sun that looks brightly down upon the sprawling plot of land. 

And underneath the Inarizaki compound—in the labyrinthine system of corridors and dim, damp rooms where the sun doesn’t reach—the same diligence, the same control, exists too.

“Well, well, well—would ya look who it is.”

On a ratty leather sofa in one such room, deep below the well-tended grounds, Atsumu lays sprawled with his head tipped back lazily over the arm rest. On the other side of the wide room, a figure stands before him after just stepping through the door—though, given the blonde’s current orientation, he’s upside-down in his line of sight.

Suna’s expression is notably flat—his mouth drawn into a tight, thin line—regardless of whether or not it’s viewed from the right way up.

“How nice of ya to finally join us,” Atsumu continues, picking himself up off the sofa so he’s sitting upright. He turns in his seat to glance over at his brother who's slumped down into a chair not far from him, fiddling with one of his favourite knives. Atsumu snort a little to himself. “‘Specially after ya kicked us outta yer place this mornin’.”

Suna says nothing in response.

The blonde twin smirks, peeking over at him again. 

“So, how’s our little Yua-chan?” 

If looks could kill, Osamu’s long-held dream of being an only child would have come true a hundred times over in an instant.

“Enough, Tsumu,” his twin grunts, flicking the butterfly knife in his hands closed. “Yer bein’ a slimy little fuck, ’n I’m not patchin’ ya up if he kicks yer ass.”

Atsumu huffs, a look of mild betrayal twisting at his features.

“My own brother,” he laments, a hand melodramatically clasped to his chest. Osamu flips him off with a roll of his eyes, scarcely paying him any attention at all.

With a laugh, Atsumu pitches himself back onto the sofa, snuggling down into the worn old leather to make himself comfortable. His head lolls to the side and his gaze travels once more to the man on the other side of the room who still has yet to venture much further beyond the doorway. 

Osamu tucks his knife into the breast-pocket of his button-down shirt before reaching down beside his seat to grab one of the cans of beer he has resting at his feet in a plastic convenience store bag.

“Too bad ya didn’t bring her along, Sunarin. We could really use somethin’ nice to look at around here.” The blonde sighs almost wistfully, but the subtle curl at the corner of his mouth is unmistakably nefarious. “Pretty thing like her could be a huge boost fer morale. ‘Specially with those tits.”

Suna’s hauling Atsumu off the sofa before Osamu even has time to crack the tab on his drink.

“Get off’a me, ya psycho!” the blonde yelps as he hits the cold cement floor, but his cry falls only on deaf (or otherwise completely uncaring) ears.

In an attempt at defence, Atsumu throws a wide, flailing punch, but it doesn’t land. Suna’s got his shirt-collar tightly wrapped around his fist, and with one strong tug he drags his unsuspecting opponent forward, flipping Atsumu onto his chest on the ground. The blonde lets out a pitiful, wheezing grunt as Suna drops a knee to his spine, keeping him pinned, and takes a fistful of his peroxide locks in his hand to roughly draw his head back.

“Just wait," Atsumu grunts, as he tries to free himself from Suna's hold. "I’m gonna fuckin’ kil—“

Osamu opens his beer. The hiss of carbonation only vaguely mutes the sound of fist meeting flesh.

After all these years, the younger of the two Miya twins has learned that when his sibling picks a fight, it’s usually better just to let nature run its course. Sure, he intervenes sometimes if it’s really needed. After all, it’s still his brother—and Osamu’s not one to shy away from a good fight either, though he prefers that they be justified. But if Atsumu gets himself into a scrap, particularly when it comes to infighting like this, Osamu’s generally pretty happy to let him get knocked around a bit.

Not that he’ll ever learn a lesson from it.

Plus, Suna rarely ever gets this fired up. There’s a bit of fun to seeing Atsumu get his ass handed to him by the characteristically apathetic brunette. Osamu’s seen what Suna’s capable of plenty of times, and knows his particular handiwork well, but in the thick of a fight he doesn’t ever really have time to appreciate the distinctly feral way that Rintarou fights—the placid-faced brutality of it—so for once he just sits back and settles in to enjoy the show.

He’s not even halfway through his beer when he hears the sound of footsteps approaching on the concrete floor of the corridor outside, leading towards them. He pauses with the can held to his lips as two figures step into the room, silhouetted in the doorway by the harsh fluorescent light flooding in from the hallway behind them.

The skirmish in the centre of the room stalls upon the newcomers' unexpected arrival—both parties panting raggedly as they shove the other away, separating from the lock of their brawl.

“Get up.”

Neither of the men fighting dare to question the order, nor the man that it comes from.

Suna and Atsumu both stand from the floor, quietly adjusting their rumpled clothes. They keep their eyes averted under the heavy, disappointed gaze of the man who approaches them in unhurried, measured steps. With their gazes downturned, a pair of neatly polished shoes is all they can see when he comes to a stop in front of them.

“What’s all this about?” 

When neither of the guilty parties opt to speak up in the wake of the question that was posed, the silence in the room sours.

The man sighs.

He turns on his heel towards Osamu, and the dark-haired Miya struggles to meet his gaze.

“Atsumu started it,” the younger man finally mutters, taking another long, much-needed swig from his beer.

“Rat,” his twin hisses under his breath from across the room.

“Quiet.”

Kita doesn’t yell.

He doesn’t even lift a hand.

Atsumu flinches all the same at the command.

The slighter man, dressed in a nice, neatly-pressed suit, looks between the two battered men in front of him.

“Someone gonna tell the boss what happened here, or what?” Aran remarks from the other side of the room, his tone dry and unenthusiastic—it’s far from the first time he’s broken up one of Atsumu’s squabbles, after all. He's leaning leisurely now against the metal frame of the heavy, industrial door as he watches everything unfold—having not even bothered crossing the threshold into the dingy little space that serves as a makeshift lounge of sorts. He knew his involvement was unlikely to be needed.

He's outranked by his company, after all. 

“Suna went nuclear ‘cuz I made a little joke about some girl,” Atsumu complains, ready to talk now it would seem, as blood drips down his philtrum from his nose.

Kita’s eyes flicker to Suna, still slouching indolently at Atsumu’s side with his eyes directed away.

“A girl?” Shinsuke remarks thoughtfully. “What girl?”

“Just some girl Suna’s fuck—seein’,” Atsumu quickly alters his word choice in favour of something less profane when Kita’s eyes meet his. “Samu and I ran into her at his place this mornin’, naked as the day she was born.” As though he simply can’t help himself, like one final swing in the fight, the blonde tacks on one last pointed: “Interestin’ sight to say the least.”

Suna’s face is as expressionless as ever when he finally looks up to meet Kita’s stare, having avoided it for as long as he possibly could. The highest ranking member of the Inarizaki syndicate meets his eyes, his own expression pensive.

“Not the same one ya came to speak with me about this morning, surely?” 

Suna’s nose twitches slightly.

Osamu stills, half-way through the motion of lifting his drink to his lips again, his thirst forgotten in the wake of the remark.

Atsumu seems surprised too, somewhere under all the reddish-swelling on his face.

Even Aran's curiosity seems to be piqued.

“This girl’s makin’ ya behave rashly,” Kita comments. The judgement is conversational in tone but still biting—even-tempered and just but somehow all the more damning.

Red flushes into the tips of Suna’s ears.

“I’ll make myself clear, ‘cause it seems like I didn’t in our earlier conversation. It’s neither my place nor my desire to get my hands dirty in the personal matters of yer life. Those affairs are no concern of mine,” Kita says calmly, his eyes fixed so raptly to Rintarou’s face that anyone would be unnerved, much less a subordinate. The older man pauses then, as though thinking quite seriously about what to say next. 

Kita does this often: prolonged silences not unusual in the middle of his conversations, as he considers the information available him and his path forward. It’s reminiscent of a man playing go, taking time to carefully choose his next move. 

“However,” Kita finally adds, the lines of his face hardening as he comes to his decision, “what is my concern is this family, and it’s my responsibility to intervene when somethin’, or someone, jeopardizes it.”

Suna’s eyes drop to his feet as he nods stiffly, his gaze lowered in shame.

“Suna,” the Oyabun’s voice is low and gentle, which in many ways makes it worse. “You owe yer heart a debt for the way it’s served you ’til now, for the things that it’s helped bear, and I don’t claim to deny that. But don’t forget what debt you owe to this family. What obligation ya have to yer brothers. You can’t allow a temporary novelty to confuse where yer priorities lie.”

The dingy, dank room is quiet for a moment, and then Kita sighs, turning on his heel towards the door. Before he steps away, he glances towards Suna again.

“Go home, Rintarou.”

Everyone in the room freezes.

Suna’s eyes snap up in confusion, a complaint on the tip of his tongue as his lips part to free it. One look at Kita’s face silences him, and any protest he may have wanted to voice dies out before it’s given breath. The elder turns away once more.

He crosses the room towards Aran, and his Wakagashira pushes himself up off the doorframe as he approaches, pulling himself upright as the two prepare to take their leave. Meanwhile, Atsumu and Osamu share a look across the room, communicating their shock—and relative confusion—wordlessly between themselves.

Just before he steps across the threshold to exit, Kita pauses once more. He doesn’t turn around, but there’s no question in anyone’s mind who he’s speaking to when he says:

“Not to that club. Not to that girl. Home.”

[thee-horny-thicky]

Can we pleaseee please get sanyu pregnancy moments like we did with jona?🥺

Honestly I would definitely pay $ to get something from you/gen

I now have a Ko-Fi, so if you want to pay me, feel free to commission or tip me! And I have to admit, I struggled to think of a unique pregnancy moment, and had a hard time coming up with a plot. So, I fell back in what I know best: smut (kinda). It isn't many moments like with Jona, but a single moment of Yua thinking. Enjoy!

Decorations

When Suguru fucked you, there were times your mind wondered. Whether you were in the mood or not, he took you many times a day. That meant becoming lost in pleasure was simply impossible at times. As your belly swelled with your second child, you found yourself contemplating how you'd decorate for your little one. You had some months left to decide, but it was something you were eager to do.

You had a small checklist, similar to the one for Jona. For one, the colors had to be natural and child friendly. Suguru wanted it to be a surprise, so he didn't let you know the gender. It was why you'd chosen another gender neutral name, which also happened to be Jona’s almost name. Sanyu. Little Sanyu would need an equally neutral room.

Suguru sped up, and grunted when you involuntarily clenched around him. You considered green and yellow. You thought it'd be cute.

Colors were decided. Next on your list, stuffed animals. They were a convenient way to hide your blood creations, and adorable decorations. You thought forest animals would be nice stuffies, and complement the color scheme. Yellow and green reminded you of early fall, when the leaves were just beginning to change their color. Fall reminded you of dense forest that sported brilliant colors. Doe, birds, and wolves were forest staples.

One more thing down. You'd need to begin moving Jona's baby furniture out of storage. The moment he hit two, Suguru revamped his room to be befitting of a toddler, not an infant. His crib was replaced by a tiny bed, his changing table by a potty. All that went up into the attic. The pieces you didn't have there, you'd need to buy, like a dresser, bookcase, seating, etc.

You inhaled sharply when Suguru slapped your cheek. It stung, but it wasn't hard enough to leave a bruise.

“Back with me, baby?”

Before you answered, he wiggled a hand between your bodies. A whimper escaped you when he pinched your clit. It seemed your time in your head has come to an end.

[okkalo]

hellooooo. could you pls do a scenario of reader unintentionally hearing bllk boys singing for the first time and finding it cute? ft. rin, kaiser, isagi, reo, nagi pls. TYSM LOVELOTSSSS

hi anon! thank u for the request and i hope u enjoy

characters: rin, kaiser, isagi, reo, nagi

rin

- i want to go dad rin for this one but i won’t 😣

- jk i changed my mind.

- i feel like this is one of the only scenarios you could catch him singing

- ok so you’ve had a lot on your plate recently and rin noticed and told you to take the night to yourself and let him handle yua (ifykyk;))

- and so that’s exactly what happened

- once you had enough you-time you immediately wanted to check on yua

- rin was a great dad and all but it just felt weird leaving yua for so long

- quietly, you snuck to her room, knowing she was probably already asleep

- it came as a surprise when you instead saw rin holding her while sitting on the rocking chair, singing her a small song

- your heart? MELTED

- you tried your best to not gasp so you could enjoy the moment for a little longer

- rin, however, noticed quickly </3

- he set the now asleep yua back in her crib before walking over to you, acting like he didn’t do anything out of the ordinary

“welcome back, how was it?” rin greeted with a kiss on your forehead. he pushed you both away from yua’s room so she didn’t accidentally wake up due to your whispers.

“rin, you have the prettiest singing voice and you only use it for yua,” you looked up to him with a pout on your face. you watched the different stages of rin’s realization show on his face. at the end he was covered in blush, looking away while speeding up his pace to go to your shared bedroom.

“rin! you should start singing to me sometime! and slow down!”

“shut up or you’ll wake up yua,” rin warned from basically a mile away from you. yeah, he didn’t slow down nor did he look at you for the rest of the night.

kaiser

- i feel like he sings a lot when doing tasks

- like chores? there’s a good chance that he’s singing

- he always sings low though, so it can be hard to tell

- it’s always absentmindedly too!

- so you noticed it pretty quickly into your relationship with him

- he was opening a few boxes he got from some companies he partnered with and some fan mail that had made its way into the pile when he was once again singing

- meanwhile, you had wanted to sneak up on him

- which, was going well until you abruptly stopped in your tracks at his low smooth voice

- that’s when he noticed you, completely oblivious to your earlier actions

“what’s wrong, liebe?” he questioned, his attention all on you now. a small frown made it’s way to your lips at the lack of his singing.

“were you just singing?” you asked even though it was obvious he was, just hoping he would go into more detail about it. a smirk appeared on his lips at the question, now turning his body to you.

“yes, aren’t i a good singer? do you want me to sing to you, my little bird?” he got closer with each word until his lips were next to your ear, letting out his seductive whispers. as much as you didn’t want to, you went red at his teasing, giving him a pout before pushing him away.

“you can’t say that when you have someone’s love letter to you in your hand!” you fought, both you and kaiser’s gaze dropping to the card with a heart on it. maybe it was bad timing.

- btw he’s not a good singer. he’s just full of himself.

isagi

- any song that has a catchy tune will get stuck in his head and he sometimes sings it out loud

- he has sang body by megan the stallion once because aryu played it as a joke

- but anyways you guys had the idea of creating a shared playlist the other day

- and isagi had been cleaning the dishes with a song stuck in his head

- and lucky for you, you caught him in the act

“isagi, are you singing a song from our playlist?” you recognized the love lyrics the song had. his eyes widened in shock, not even realizing his earlier singing, before turning to you with a red face.

“yeah, it was one of the songs you added,” he admitted sheepishly, hand going up to his nape, “it’s been stuck in my head recently.”

you only smiled at his shy confession, turning off the water to the sink before wrapping your arms around his neck. you both met for a gentle kiss, before going in for one more.

“you have a good voice,” you told, a smile now forming on his lips as his cheeks turned into a darker shade of red. instead of another sappy sentence, he met you for another kiss, this one longer than the rest.

reo

- he’s not much of a singer at all

- meaning it’s VERY rare to see him sing

- but when a song has been stuck in his head for awhile he slips and lets his singing voice out

- this time the song had been a slow one, really accentuating his nice vocals

- it had happened when he was filling out “boring” paperwork, naïve to his own singing

you snuck up on the purple-haired male, making yourself known by snaking a gentle hand up his back, resting your head on his shoulders. you had even gotten a startled jump out of him in the act.

“what’s wrong?” he questioned, head turning so that his still widened eyes met yours. you only have a chuckle at his reaction, your smile easing his tensed body.

“you should sing to me some more, you have a good voice,” his eyes widened once more before a smile made its way on his face. his arm slithered around your figure, pulling you to sit on his lap.

“so you heard, your wish is my command,” he whispered before planting a kiss on your nape, eyes going back to his paperwork while his singing voice started up again.

nagi

- he would hum a lot of game background music

- it was rare to hear him singing actual lyrics, seeing he was not the best music enjoyer

- however, if the song is from a game it’s more likely to happen

- you both had been laying together on your shared bed, doing your own things

- nagi had opened his game and it reminded him of the one song he heard from them

- so naturally, he started singing absentmindedly

- while you were like ????

- you probably thought it was his game at first because you never expected nagi to be singing??

“nagi, is that you?” you questioned, confused if he was just lip syncing or actually singing. once he processed your question and his lips stopped moving, you had your answer.

“yeah,” he answered, not knowing what else to say. his focus stayed on his game, showing his lack of care at your new discovery.

“keep singing, you sound good,” you snuggled up to him, head resting on his shoulder as your eyes fell to his game. his body gave you easy access, a natural response of his for his love of cuddling.

“too much of a hassle,” he sighs, a light stroke of pink coating his cheeks. he secretly loved that you were impressed. so much so, that he might just start singing again later.

unedited thanks for reading!

[introdemodev]

HI!!!

I'm currently working on a new short project as a way to take a sorta-break from Introdemo and explore different storytelling formats. It's a Homestuck fan adventure with Discolike characteristics.

Progress on this project has been moving at a fast pace. I intentionally wrote it as a short story and set strict limitations for myself to keep it focused and concise. Tonally, it's very different than Introdemo. It's somber. Foggy. Gray. It's about a young woman in the fading town of Elowen who begins to unravel the forgotten truths of its haunted past, only to find that some secrets are better left buried.

Also, I accidentally recreated Fennel and Bailey. Kinda.

(fun fact: I'm recycling my Fallout protags for this story)

ANYWAYS. LET'S TALK ABOUT INTRODEMO.

I want to be transparent about the upcoming story changes for Introdemo so that no one is caught off guard when I release the demo again for the third or fourth time. While I initially said the story would stay the same, as I continued writing, it became clear that wasn't the case. I don't want to be working on this forever, so I've made some tough decisions.

I realized that I'm much more invested in the demon and contract storyline, and that's now the main focus. The most significant change is the removal of the murder mystery plotline. The serial SLAYer storyline will still play a crucial role (it's what kicks off the plot, after all!), though it won’t be the central focus anymore. Clyde and Fennel won't be focused on hunting them down. There's no time to play cops. They have a show to put on. And a show...they will put on!!!

Some characters are either being removed or having their roles scaled back. Fridge is gone for good (BYEEEE), while Val and Pine will have smaller roles. They weren't contributing meaningfully to the overall story, and with a smaller cast, the narrative feels easier to manage. Yua, on the other hand, will be brought more to the forefront, though she doesn't have a physical presence in the story’s present timeline.

I've mentioned this plenty of times before, but the love triangle is also gone. It was between Clyde, Darcy, and Diya. Now, it's just between Clyde and Diya (funny joke, Clyde, and, and Diya).

I don't want the romance to overshadow the plot. Instead, it's there to explore character dynamics and add tension. Yua's inclusion has the same purpose. I like to think of Bailey and Yua as the angel and devil on Fennel’s shoulders, respectively.

Also, I originally planned for the story to take place over the extended weekend (Thurs-Sun), but with the murder mystery plot now gone, it will take place over one very long day instead. I think this gives the story more urgency, especially towards the climax and end.

The POV changes will stay. I think you guys will REALLY enjoy Clyde's perspective... :-)

[depressedhatakekakashi]

An interaction that I would like for your birthday is the one between Tsunade and Kakashi, sometimes (almost always) I feel that she treats him like her grandson and I love that a lot💜

Ficlet near the end of this post

I would probably go more with Godson, since as far as we know she is or is around Sakumo’s age. I’ve seen a lot if art where her and the other Sannin interact with baby Kakashi and i love it.

I do think she acts very much like she is closer to Kakashi than we’re actually given information on. Like she entrusts him with a lot of missions, doesn’t seem to actually punish him for turning his back on her and going after his students (in the sasuke retrieval arc) almost as if she sort of expected it or is at least use to it (maybe she saw Sakumo choose his friends over the mission a few times, but he always finished the mission until that final one that caused his fall from grace)

She also seems to lean heavily on him for support in her role, and when it comes time for her to retire she chooses Kakashi. Now we don’t know if she chooses him because she’s informed that everyone pretty much unanimously chose him (except for the dumb elders) as her replacement, or if he was the replacement she had in mind anyways

I love the thought of her slowly getting him prepped for the job by having him do paperwork she doesn’t want to deal with. Like having him read through it and make a pile of ones he thinks she should sign and what needs to go into the trash.

Save her from having to do so much reading XD

I can also see her being the one to tell Kakashi to take it easy on himself and rest. It’s mostly his friends who tell him to do that, but hearing it from a medical nin and the Hokage cements the fact that he probably should do it

Which is good cuz Kakashi knows when to rest when he’s chakra exhausted, but i think he also pushes himself way too much and doesn’t allow himself ti properly rest until his body forces him to, and tsunade hates that

She wants her shinobi to take care of themselves, not kill themselves doing mission after mission. She’ll give him those missions of course, but if she see’s him starting to sway in place looking like he’s about to collapse she’s giving him a day or two iff

The mission can wait. She cannot replace Kakashi

Ficlet below

“Really?” Kakashi stared at the paperwork that Tsunade has set down in front of him. “Isn’t there something else i can do? Something more… productive?”

“This is very important paperwork,” she grinned as she rested her arm on the top of the pile and stared down at him. “Besides, you’re still on bed rest, brat. You’re lucky i gave into your whinning and came up with this idea or you’d still be in the hospital.”

“But-“

“No buts,” she insisted. “These are papers from my office so you need to get them done quickly.”

Realizing what was happening, he sighed. “You fell so far behind you need to shove some paperwork off onto me now?”

“Fell behind? No. Willfully ignored the growing piles of paperwork i didn’t want to deal with? Yes. I had better things to do.”

“Like gambling away all of your money.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I’m sorry, i thought i was speaking to Kakashi, not Yua the judgmental.”

Crossing his arms over his chest he leaned back into the chair. “You’re the one always saying i got her personality.”

“Yes, well…” removing her arm from the pile of paperwork she pointed at it. “You also got her ability to read five times faster than me, so this is your job now. You read through all of these and decide which ones need my signature.”

“And the ones that don’t?”

“That’s what this is for,” she pointed down to the trash. “If you’re unsure or think it needs my opinion, put it in a separate pile that Shizune will bring back to me. And no,” she silenced him before he could even speak “you cannot just put all of it into that pile.”

With her part said she turned away from him and headed straight out of the tiny office she’d assigned for him to this task, leaving him with a stack of paperwork that terrified him more than any mission he’d ever been on.

“Well,” he sighed, reaching to the top of the pile and picking up the first piece of paper. “Better get started.”

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 7: Reviews With A Slight Burn

Yuki: I’ve made a clean copy.

Hatou: Thank you. You’re a big help. You can go for today.

Yuki: Thank you for todaaay.

Coro: Woof, woof!

Yuki: You just went for a walk, didn’t you?

Hatou: Coro, Rurikawa-kun’s done for the day, so he can’t play with you anymore. He’ll be here again tomorrow.

Hatou: Ah, that reminds me… I’ve been approached to design costumes for a certain play, but I don’t have the manpower for it…

Hatou: I know you’ve got some experience with creating stage costumes, so could I ask for your help?

Hatou: I can’t disclose any details yet, but have you heard of Kataoka Aiko-san? She has created outfits for Hollywood movies, amongst others–

Yuki: – I’ve heard of her.

Hatou: Figured so. Everyone who works in costume design knows about her.

Hatou: Kataoka-san will also be involved in this, so how about it?

Yuki: I do want to participate… But I’m pretty busy with my theater troupe.

Hatou: Right. It’s an important period for you guys.

Hatou: Well, there’s probably going to be more opportunities like this, so I’ll keep you informed. Good work today.

Yuki: …

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Passerby A: Yua Troupe’s performance was so fun and refreshing~!

Passerby B: Honestly, I thought they were just goofing about making a theater company, but they invited some serious names into the production team, it was such a pleasant surprise!

Passerby A: The content was stable and befitting of Yua Troupe, and they had a full house of people who were already fans, they’re really strong.

Passerby B: Gotta write a review on En.com!

Yuki: (Oh, En.com… I’ll need to check it out if I want to do research on other troupes.)

Yuki: …

Yuki: (That Yua Troupe they mentioned is chosen as a featured troupe. They also ranked high in the pre-voting…)

Review: “The costumes were so cool! They didn’t really feel like stage costumes, but Yua Troupe’s got a great sense of style.”

Yuki: …

Yuki: (There’s also reviews of MANKAI Company… I’m a little hesitant to check those out, but, I guess I should have a look…)

Review: “The Spring Troupe’s performance was the best! I wasn’t expecting them to do a sequel, but I was moved to tears, seeing how much they’ve grown!”

Review: “I can’t wait for the Summer Troupe~ If they continue this way, they’ll also do a sequel to their debut performance, right?”

Yuki: (It’s mostly good comments…)

Review: “The costumes are as solid as ever. But maybe because Yuki Rurikawa’s artistry has been established, they sorta lack some element of surprise or change?”

Review: “It might be more noticeable because I watched it after Yua Troupe. But I guess it’s inevitable when all costumes have the same designer~”

Yuki: ——

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Troupe member: Thank you for your hard work today, Ikaruga-kun. There are only a few performances left, we’ll be counting on you then too.

Misumi: Okaaay! Thanks for your hard work~

Misumi: (Standing on a stage with a troupe other than MANKAI Company was a little strange at first, but it got really fun after I got used to it~)

Misumi: (There are all kinds of actors, and the scripts and direction are all completely different, it’s really interesting~)

Syu: … Good work.

Misumi: Oh~? Why are you here~?

Syu: Sorry. I don’t have your contact info, so I was waiting for you here.

Misumi: You came to see the play?

Syu: Yeah. Someone I know happened to be playing here, so I came to watch. Didn’t think you’d be here too.

Syu: Figured it’d be a good chance to have a drink with you.

Misumi: Okay~ Let’s exchange LIME info later~

-

Syu: Have ya been guest starring in all sorts of plays lately? You didn’t strike me as the type.

Misumi: People like Director-san and Tenma kept recommending it to me. It was fun when I tried it out!

Syu: That so. Well, with acting skills as good as yours, you’re bound to be in high demand.

Misumi: Also, if I gain experience by acting on various stages, I can grow~!

Misumi: I have to do more than my best for the Fleur Award.

Syu: Woah, you put lots of thought into this.

Syu: Was it Hakkaku-san that taught you how to act?

Misumi: Nuh-uh. He showed me footage of the old MANKAI Company’s performances~

Syu: I see. Well, knowing Hakkaku-san, he probably wasn’t the type of guy to hold his grandson’s hand the whole way.

Misumi: How did it feel standing on stage and acting out Grandpa’s scripts?

Syu: Let’s see… Well, in simple terms, it was exciting.

Syu: I loved Hakkaku-san’s scripts, and I was happy to be the first to read them before the world saw them.

Syu: Hakkaku-san’s scripts weren’t just interesting, they were also kind on the actors.

Syu: They made sure every single role shone on stage.

Syu: I felt like he trusted in my skills as an actor, and that fired me up.

Misumi: I see~ I wish I could’ve had a role in Grandpa’s plays before he passed away~

Syu: Did you start acting when you joined the company?

Misumi: Yup.

Syu: I see how it is…

Syu: Your acting is brilliant, but it lacks depth. That’s something you oughta pay attention to in the future.

Misumi: Depth…?

Syu: Can’t do anything about your life experience, but on stage you should be able to experience the lives of many different roles.

Syu: The more you act, the more depth your acting will have.

Syu: In that sense, guest starring in even more plays is a good idea.

Syu: You’ve probably got your hands full with the Fleur Award right now, but you can always contact me if you’re interested. If it’s you, I’ll give you a grand welcome.

Misumi: Okay, got it~

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[wangxianficrecs]

❤️ Across the street to another life by danegen

❤️ Across the street to another life

by danegen

M, 99k, Wangxian

Summary: Wangji stays on the piano bench as they’re closing up. Wei Ying chews his lip, knowing what he’s going to do but horrified at himself. But what’s the alternative: kick the guy out and find him sleeping beside the dumpster in the morning? And that’s if the cops don’t take him in for vagrancy. “Wangji?” Wangji looks up. Please don’t be a serial killer. “So, we’re closing up for the night, but A-Yuan and I live upstairs. Do you want to join us for dinner?” Wangji blinks. His head bobs in what’s probably a yes. “Great!” Fuck. Or a ragged monosyllabic man wearing a collar shows up at Wei Ying's music store. Wei Ying and A-Yuan ask, is anyone going to adopt this guy? And then they don't wait for an answer.

Kay's comments: This story really had me hooked and I could hardly wait for each new chapter. It's a modern AU set in America based on the movie Unleashed. I didn't know the movie and thankfully, that didn't matter, because no knowledge is needed! Wen Ruohan is a crime boss here and Lan Wangji is his top-fighter that he keeps in a cage and collared and uses to commit violence on his enemies and to win illegal fights (he gave me Winter Soldier vibes!). One day, Lan Wangji manages to escape and he gets taken in by Wei Wuxian and his son A-Yua. Cue lots of hurt/comfort, some drama, family feels, tragic pasts, Wangxian getting together and having to deal with Wen Ruohan. Lots of angst and a well-deserved happy ending. Despite the author warning that Lan Wangji is way out of character here, it didn't really feel that way for me. Like, it totally made sense given his circumstances. I really loved the character dynamics in this story. The Jiang parents are divorced for example and now Yu Ziyuan is trying to be a less shitty parent and mostly doing it by bribing her grandchildren with gifts and one of my favourite parts, though he doesn't play that much of a role, is what the author made of Wen Zhuliu, because I'm really weak for him! I also really loved the slow thawing of Lan Wangji and him growing into his new life and finding a place for himself. Mojo's comments: Fucking spectacular, and I'm in a car and not able to make a good bookmark, but DAMN, y'all. Lwj has been kept in a cage and made to fight all his life, and finally slips his chain and sinks into domestic bliss with wwx and a-yuan: learns to read and use a fork and it's beautiful. But of course, his past doesn't want to let him go.

Excerpt: “Was that woman your mother?” Wei Ying’s smile falls. His mouth opens in a pretty O. “Oh, you mean Yu Ziyuan? The one who picked A-Yuan up?” Wangji nods. “No. Well, not really. My mother died when I was about A-Yuan’s age. My father, too. Yu Ziyuan and her husband—well, ex-husband now—raised me after that. More or less.” Wangji nods like he understands and stares down at the counter. He doesn’t know what to call a woman who is sort of a mother but not really. “Where are your parents?” Wei Ying asks. His voice is soft, like he isn’t sure he wants Wangji to hear. “Dead.” He doesn’t remember his parents, but when Wangji was younger, Wen Ruohan told him that he had taken Wangji in after they died. “Oh. I’m sorry.” Wangji doesn’t understand why Wei Ying would apologize. He’s afraid to ask why. “A-Yuan’s mother died, too,” Wei Ying says. When Wangji peeks up at him, Wei Ying has gone back to staring at the computer screen. He isn’t smiling. “She died when he was a baby.” It hadn’t occurred to Wangji that Wei Yuan must have a mother. He knows about mothers, but he’s never actually met one. He doesn’t know what to say, so he says what Wei Ying said: “I’m sorry.”

modern setting, modern no powers, pov alternating, family feels, set in america, based on unleashed (2005), past wei wuxian/others, wei wuxian is lan sizhui's parent, wei yuan, single parent wei wuxian, addition, implied/referenced drug addition, amnesia, ableist language, musicians, angst with a happy ending, found family, @danegen

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[isadraws1]

So here's a list of headcanons I got for Bosch bc why not

Kalima is his and Yua's aunt: This is based off a line of dialogue I've seen when interacting with Yua after proving we're trustworthy to the Nayshalli Resistance (if I remember correctly), she describes Kalima as a relative- so that makes me believe she's either their biological aunt from either side of their family or a family friend that has supported them financially their whole lives and has spent little to no time with them when she worked as JP's secretary, but had more quality time with them once Kalima quit working for JP and inspired Bosch to fight for the resistance. Once it grew more and more Kalima started to have even less time for Yua since she had to tend to the rest.

Bosch and Yua are orphans: Assuming they lived in Old Nayshall since birth, both parents died young because of the poor healthcare and/or gang violence. This could've happened when Bosch was a kid and had now to take care of a baby Yua. Bosch recieved an allowance from Kalima which he mostly used for groceries and baby stuff for Yua, though sometimes money ran short so he had to resort to stealing (though this was on rare occasion).

Bosch, is in fact, a great cook: Since he had to basically run the house and raise his little sister on his own, he needed a lot of help and he got it through a nice old lady who was his neighbor. She taught him how to make a bottle for Yua, change diapers, care for the house, and of course- make mad delicious local dishes. Also, once Yua grew up a little she started to lean onto the old lady's cooking so he started to see her as competition for Yua's tastebuds, so he perfected the art of homecooking until the old lady unfortunately passed away by the time his little sister was able to barely remember her.

The origin of Bosch's scar: In the concept art and if you squint on his right eye (the eye his hair covers before he's experimented on) there's a scar thats only visible by the time he's revealed to be the Carboard Combatant and he's been experimented on by Neo Shadaloo (JP's faction) when irradiating purple from PP (Psycho Power). At first I thought it probably was because of a bad kitchen accident he had as a kid, but then I realized it could've also been one of the few times he stole out of necessity when money fell short, got caught, beat up and got that scar. That was the last time he stole until he stole that bag from Mad Gear in our second encounter with him in World Tour. (He can't lie to me that wasn't his first rodeo getting chased down)

Bosch is a great singer but is too shy about it (I blame his VA Griffin Puatu he's got blessed vocals): Okay so, ever since Yua was a baby he always sang her lullabies until she fell asleep and this has carried on until present day, which made him develop a good singing voice as a young adult, but is way too shy and introverted to show it off so his only audience who can testify about it is Yua.

Bosch can't lie for his life, even less keep one up: Look... He's by far way too expressive (and dramatic especially on his intro) to even lie about how he feels about something. You will be able to tell when he's happy, angry, sad, worried, etc. He may stammer a lie through his lips but one can tell what he's clearly thinking from one look to that beautiful puppy face of his. That why the only way for him to lie successfully is just running away before he says something he shouldn't. (RIP Bosch you would've loved being a theater kid)

Yua was the one who dyed his hair and did his braids: I did this on a previous post with a doodle on it but I'll say it again- Yua was the one with the idea of dying his hair red (with organic DIY hairdye) and was the one to braid his hair and place beads on it. Bosch just let her do it because it made her happy, plus it would be a reminder of her on his journey to the outside world, so when he got captured and his hair got butchered he would've been devastated since it was a piece of his sister that got ripped out of him.

Thanks for reading! (If I have more HCs I'll probably edit this or make a part 2)

[ofmermaidstories]

[im very invested in your oc hana, idkk if any of this makes sense, feel free to ignore]

on my first read thru of your story, her betrayal was nowhere near as impactful to me as it is now. i was blinded by the grandeur of pro heroes being so powerful yet oh so human, and by a selfish, insecure, and very human artist. thus i glanced over one of the most realistic charcters. hana is the epitome of a slippery slope that is being human, so many of us claim to know that we will never tumble, that we will never become the monster, after all its always us versus them. the thing is, we could all be them. we're all capable of selling our identity to society and ignoring that, or worse, denying that notion just emphasizes our susceptibility to being the next victim. it took me a while to figure that out, but once i did i realized how much i could understand why hana went the way she did, and i just began to see how she couldve started to fall (how any of us couldve fallen). it all started with little hisae (what a steep cliff that is). but in hanas eyes, in her mind, its so much easier to blame the heroes, to blame society than to blame the unyielding circumstances that she (and everyone else in japan) found themselves in. just imagining the thought process hana must of gone thru is so devastating. going from regular thoughts of grief and self-blame to slowly becoming more desperate in your search for both answers and justice:

"how did no one see her?", "why did no one save her?", "what if i had stayed in the shelter?", "what if someone had noticed sooner?" and so on, and so forth until hana would finally come to the conclusion "whats the point of heroes?"

then fin, your morals and beliefs are forever changed. the juxtaposition bw hana and hisaes death vs scribbles and hanas death i feel like also highlights how we can all become a monster, we just have to decide not to. at the end of the day, its just like uncle hideyo said. our loved ones have the same duty to us as we do to them. hana had a decision to make - she had multiple decisions to make - and she made hers, so now we must make ours.

anywayss, i just wanted to appreciate your ocs, theyre some of the best ive had the pleasure to get to know, and hana, hideyo, miki, hitomu and yua will always have a special place in my heart (and hikoboshi [rip :(] plus tobi cant forget them) <3

ps if you have any notes/tidbits youve been wanting to share about your oc i would love to hear them

people are a lot more selfish than they tend to give themselves credit for! grief is just a surefire way to illuminate that. and for hana, like you so thoughtfully point out, it’s a slippery slope. 🥺 radicalisation is so easy when there’s pain involved and none of us are the same, none of us will deal with it the same way. and with the world that Horikoshi’s created in My Hero, the power imbalance is so like, obvious and literal lmao. Look at Shigaraki’s pain, and how that was used against him. Spinner’s. Dabi’s and Toga’s! Twice!! it’s not a stretch to imagine ordinary civilians with like, nominal quirks or whatever, seeing that struggle between the villains and the pros and then similarly being affected by it—wanting to fight against that. and then that fight being perverted by assholes with crueller agendas. :/

and like, even then, though? you’re right. hana had choices to make, and she made the wrong ones. she knew what she was doing was wrong. the same woman that was smuggling in nail polish for a captive kid was helping another mail like, photocards. of course she knew; you see the drop even when you’re sliding down that cliff-face, i guess. and we never get this in the fic because the point-of-view never allows it, but i do think hana’s internal justification for staying with the group, for being apart of imprisoning those kids was that it was going to happen with or without her, that by being apart of it she could mitigate the horror somehow. of course, the tragedy is that she still perpetuates it by being there—because she’s selfish. selfish and scared (she knows she’s not walking away from it) but still selfish (at the heart of it she’s still that grieving, angry teenager. she still wants revenge against the pro heroes who weren’t there. and being apart of the gala attack gives her that, and she has to ignore the bruises on Yua’s arms or the resentment of some streetkid? Then whatever. Hisae’s body was unrecongisable, afterwards).

maybe more support as a teenager, afterwards, would have given an hana the ability to transmute her anger. maybe uncle could have done something more in regards to like, trying to press charges or otherwise seeking justice. maybe scribbles could have noticed, should have noticed, the cracks. but none of that happened. you can’t play could’ve, should’ve, would’ve when it comes to other people’s choices, because they still choose. scribbles—and uncle, even—are fundamentally different people to hana. they choose differently! we chose differently, in the end.

for hana and for scribbles both, their grief is about survival (all grief is, which is why all grief is selfish). scribbles—us, we—needs other people. so much of something is people like, reaching out to scribbles (to us). so when it all hits the fan that’s what our little self-insert needs more of: other people who choose to stay. and that in turn gets scribbles to a place where like, they can help other people in turn (uncle, hitomu, miki, tobi). hana by contrast rejects everyone, because she felt abandoned. you can’t change things now; you can only do better for the people in your life going forward. so much of healing is learning that.

thank-you for reading, anon. 🥺 i’m so grateful you liked the gang. 😭 being human—and being loved, even by a perfect superhero—means knowing and being surrounded by others who have their own lives, beyond your story. something needed it’s little cast. 🥹 deku and scribbles are empty puppets without the people they love (or are hurt by) beyond each other. and the fun of doing a series is that they’re not limited to their own stories. hitomu pops up, in shouto’s fic! and hana’s presense drifts in and out—rippling out with those choices she made. a ghost along the riverbank, following the current of a story she’s no longer apart of, i guess. 🥹

[animinarts]

Your oc looks so cute! Tell me more?

Sokone Hiden (飛電底値, Hiden Sokone)

It's kind of long oops ^-^

Backstory:

Following the events of Metsuboujinrai.net defeat, a secret underground organization attempts to continue ZAIA’s corrupt weaponry, starting with reviving Azu to bring back the Ark. Fortunately AIMS seizes their progress before properly rebooting her and takes the Humagear, as well as all the members of the organization into custody. Two of these members however were Sokone’s biological parents who planned to use her as a test subject for their goal of cyborg creations. Luckily she was instead taken away from these terrible people and was admitted to a hospital to ensure she was in healthy condition. After finding no leads to extending members of Sokone’s family, Yua decided to put her up for adoption but a certain CEO took interest in the child before she could make the proper arrangements. As Yua accompanied Sokone as they ran her vitals, Aruto was in the hospital along with Izu to visit Isamu after the whole debacle that went down. Yua weighed out the options and agreed to having Aruto have custody of the child.

Sokone was given her name by Aruto since she never received one from her previous parents. They just referred to her as “Test Subject-01” in regards to the files from their experiments. Aruto doesn’t have much experience with children especially since he himself practically is still one. However he does have the help of his fellow Humagear compatriots to assist in taking care of his new daughter.

Few months go by and Sokone has grown up to the point where she can crawl around leaving Aruto to question whether his living space is big enough to fully raise his child. It is also around this time that Isamu finally wakes from his coma much to everyone’s relief. During Aruto’s next visit to the hospital, he decides to bring Sokone along to meet him for the first time. Without proper context, Isamu is thoroughly baffled at the idea of Aruto having a child but after explaining the situation to him he calms down. When Isamu is finally released from the hospital, he offers to help take care of Sokone since he is still jobless and won’t have anything else to do. Aruto agrees and they work out a schedule together which Izu points out that this is a common thing responsible parents do.

Due to the concern Aruto has for the size of the living space, he seeks help from Sumida Smile, the real estate agent Humagear, to find a suitable house. Once she found a place that fit his requirements, Aruto moved into the new space setting up Sokone’s own room as well as his own. Also due to Isamu’s frequent visits and assistance with Sokone and the moving process, Aruto offered him the space as well. Isamu was skeptical about it at first, but he figured it was better than living alone; and if it’ll help out the already busy president he couldn’t say no. Although sharing a home and taking care of a child with someone sounded a lot more domestic than the situation actually was. Or so he thought.

Over the next six years, some unsaid feelings were brought to light between the two men after a panicked Isamu told one of Aruto’s jokes to Sokone in an attempt to make her laugh when she was crying. The joke seemingly worked as they both laughed together while Aruto watched the interaction from afar. Some confessing on Isamu’s part later, and their relationship further developed overtime. Then one fateful Christmas night, a purchased custom made ring sealed the deal for the both of them. Now their daughter is grown, attending kindergarten. Their house is full of Sokone’s intricate drawings with one being neatly framed on Aruto’s office desk. Sokone frequently visits her dad’s office space especially after getting picked up by him. When Aruto is occupied with something, she rants to Izu about her day and Izu listens to every word. Then when night falls, Isamu takes Sokone home to get ready for bed. He’s also responsible for taking her to school in the morning when Aruto can’t. Then on some days, Yua takes her out for a girls day which Sokone always enjoys especially when they get to eat a lot of desserts. Her life is filled with all the joys that her previous parents were going to deprive her of. So she’s very grateful to have been raised by her new family and thankful for everything they’ve done.

Personality:

Sokone’s personality resembles Aruto’s in many ways. She always wants to see the good in everyone including the Humagears her dad is fond of. She’s also very talkative and is only quiet when focusing on her drawings which consist of the people she loves and butterflies. Sokone has really grown to like butterflies after hearing a story about them being able to cross between the real world and the afterlife. She believes that butterflies are reborn humans sent to pass messages to their loved ones. Acknowledging her love of them, Isamu bought her hair ties adorned with butterfly wings which she fell in love with instantly and immediately demanded that they be put in her hair. Although her personality does resemble Aruto more, things take a turn when Sokone decides to throw a tantrum. She gets a bit violent with her trashing and may have broken a few things around the house. Aruto has to be the one to deal with the aggressive child before she starts getting into a fistfight with his husband. Luckily her temper is resolved with the help of some juice and terrible jokes.

Relationships:

Sokone’s biological parents:

She has no recollection of them other than knowing that they’re being held in captivity after being a part of a dangerous organization.

Aruto Hiden:

Having been taking care of her for 6 years, he learned a thing or two on how to keep her spirits up when he notices her mood drop. He also had to learn about her violent side whenever she got too agitated. He still wonders where she got all this strength from. His work unfortunately limits the time he gets to spend with Sokone, so he cherishes all the moments he’s had with her whether it’s just letting her help cook dinner, or their visit to a zoo so she could see all the different breeds of butterflies. Although Sokone finds joy in just spending time in his office and having idle chatter with her dad. Sokone really likes Aruto’s cooking especially when he prepares her lunch for school. Her classmates seem to be envious of these homemade meals. She also enjoys hearing his lame jokes which makes him filled with glee and makes their home erupt with laughter after a simple telling of one. 

Isamu Fuwa:

Initially he thought he wouldn’t get along with Sokone due to his nature but she actually grew quite fond of him. Mostly because he unknowingly spoils her with toys. He doesn’t really know how to tame a rampaging child however and retaliates against Sokone which leads to a stern lecture from a very upset Aruto which he rather avoids. The butterfly hair ties he bought also became one of Sokone’s most precious possessions which made him happy so he learned different ways of tying her hair with the bands. Isamu is also very protective of her when it comes to the press since she is the daughter of a CEO and often gets bugged by reporteres at times which Isamu does not appreciate. Since he’s responsible for taking her home and putting her to bed, he often sings a small melody which eases her right to sleep.

Yua Yaiba:

Sokone gets taken to the amusement park a lot by Yua and they end up buying a bunch of food together. She enjoys spending her girls day with Yua and sees her as a cool aunty. Yua likes that title and wears it with pride. She also picks up Sokone from school depending on the circumstances and even showed her the AIMS headquarters once which Sokone marveled at the different types of technology there as compared to Hiden Intelligence. Yua is also responsible for the purchasing of Sokone’s outfits since she knows Aruto and Isamu’s taste in fashion, which is no taste.

Izu:

Sokone really likes talking with Izu since she can pick up every detail from her spiel. She’s also good company to have when her dad is busy with work. Izu sometimes also fetches Sokone from school at times giving Sokone more opportunities to talk with the Humagear whether it’s simple conversation or Sokone’s limitless list of questions.

Gai Amatsu:

Sokone once called him grandpa and he never recovered since.

[akehoshimystar]

Chapter 8

Kamiya: ……….

In the car on the way back to Shibuya. When we got stuck at a traffic light, I caught a glimpse of Kamiya-kun in the passenger seat, looking really lifeless.

Ito: ……………Kamiya-kun. I know I’ve said this before... But don’t worry too much about it. Kamiya: Hey….. I already know that you wouldn’t blame me. Even if I had been there, it probably wouldn't have made much difference. Of course I would feel sorry. It must have been frightening to have a gun pointed at you when you're the only one there. (Well, I won't deny that… Thinking about it again, it was so scary my heart almost stopped…) But Onda-san and Nina-san had it covered. Kamiya-kun also assumed that they would be there for me so it’s only natural that you would feel free to go off on your own. There's no reason to feel sorry at all. More importantly, are you feeling okay now? Kamiya: “More importantly” should not be said here. I'm really fine now. Thanks. Ito: That's good to hear. Kamiya: …….Deputy. Ito: What is it? Kamiya: I'm just saying this for my own satisfaction, so you don't have to take it seriously. I swear this will be the last time I say it.

Kamiya: I'm sorry for not being there for you. Ito: ………. Kamiya: Thank you for protecting Yua too. Ito: ……… You're very welcome. Kamiya: ………………Is it just me or you look a little happy? Ito: Kamiya-kun is very solid that I almost couldn’t believe that you’re younger than me. Your "sorry" and "thank you" earlier sounded more like your age. I actually like that contrast of yours. Kamiya: Ah…. Age. When I got my ID made, I just thought "I'm obviously over 20" and decided to go with that without thinking too much. But everyone said I should be a little older. Ito: ……….Pardon?

Kamiya: Hmm? ……………….Huh? Didn’t you hear? About my memories. Ito: ……………Sorry. I absolutely have no idea. Kamiya: Hmm? Errrr, well….. I've been affiliated with Aporia since last year… no, now it should be even the year before. I don’t have a single memory of what happened until then. Ito: (No memories, he says…?) Kamiya: No one told you about that?

If no one had told me, I wouldn't have even thought about it. In fact, I had never once questioned it. Since Kamiya-kun has always been “Kamiya-kun" I know.

Ai: ………. (Phone call…. Ah.)

Caller - Komuro Youji

Ai: Hello. Youji: [Hello. Can I talk to you for a bit now?] Ai: Sure. Is it about the request? Youji: [Yeah. Just to be safe, Nakahara-kun reported me that it had been decided I would extend your service for a few more days.] [It was so sudden that I told her it’s impossible, but thank you so much for complying.] Ai: I don't mind. As long as I have opportunities to gain Youji-san’s favor, it's in my best interest. Youji: [Haha. Oh yeah, take as many as you want.] Ai: Regarding this incident… I didn't expect you to have a child with Kokoro-san at all. Can’t say I’m not surprised. Youji: [I was planning to keep it a secret after all. From you and the Komuro people.] Ai: ………… Youji: [.…….Throwing my child into a den of evil called the head family of an old zaibatsu is the last thing I want to do.] [“No matter what I have to sacrifice, even if I have to let her go, I will never let something happen to her”……] [Since the day she said that while not giving in to anything…. It was my defeat, so I have no intention of stopping protecting that kid.] Ai: What would have happened if you had won? Youji: [Haha. What a sarcastic response.] Ai: ……With all the procedures completed, from today onwards you and Yua-san are officially strangers. From now on, we will not be involved in any violent disputes involving property. There was only a small measure taken at the end, and the "just in case" didn’t happen. Youji: [Yeah. You did a wonderful job, I'm really grateful.] Ai: I hope this result is as close as possible to a "win" for you. That's all I concern about. Youji: [Oh yeah? Thank you.] [You really were a great help this time. Let me thank you in addition to the reward.] Ai: I will be waiting.

Youji: [I’ll let you have a snippet of it, please listen to what I’m about to say carefully.] Ai: …….If you wouldn’t mind. Youji: [Someone connected to One Million case has been making some nasty moves lately.] Ai: ………….. Youji: [It's nothing flashy, but I think it's best to be careful just in case.] [I do hope nothing weird happens.] Ai: Nothing significant occurs at the moment. But… I'm planning to make a move soon. Depending on the result, the situation could change drastically. Youji: [Making a move… You mean that girl?] Ai: I can't just wait and see forever. Whatever she’s going to do from now on, I need to make it clear.

Ai: Whether Yashiro Ito’s arrival to Aporia is really a coincidence.

[dutchforstrangers]

Sixteen minutes left - Taiora one-shot

For @taioraweek 2023 Day 3

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A/N: This is me finally writing about Taichi secretly being more of a Ryan Evans kinda guy than a Troy Bolton. Just kidding. But for real, let Taichi be proudly in love with (high school) musicals. And openly teach it to his children. Also; hair braiding.

And Sora’s there too. Taking the kids to soccer and being the loud mother on the sideline that protects her little duck babies at all costs and will punch you in the face when you tackle one of hers, you’ve been warned. Adult!Taiora, taking place in my "About all the times" universe [x][x].

Rated T for sexual innuendo.

Summary: Akiko and her siblings are preparing for their upcoming school musical try-out and soccer game. Their parents however have their head in some other... "game"...

Day 3: Musical | Characters: Taichi Yagami x Sora Takenouchi, OC babies (POV) | Genre: Family | Rating: T | Wordcount: 1.177

The three teenagers were sitting in a train in front of their father, Akiko comfortably sandwiched between her sister behind her and her younger brother in front between her legs. Her hands were putting the finishing touches on the braid she was braiding in her brother’s hair.

A relaxing atmosphere had colored the room, until her father suddenly interrupted it by speaking the important words:

“Okay, lightning round!”

Born with the level of competitiveness from both of their parents, all three kids were immediately highly alert.

“We start easy. ‘Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them show’,” Taichi dramatically spoke, earning him a laugh from Yua and an eyeroll -with a concealed grin- from Tatsuki.

“Ooh ooh! Let it go, Frozen!” Akiko answered way too enthusiastically.

“I’m gonna learn how to fly… HIGH!”

“Fame!” Yua quickly stole the answer before Akiko could answer it again. From there the two competitively took turns guessing the musical lyrics their father was throwing at them with thunder speed.

“I got chills, they’re multiplying,”

“That’s Grease! You’re the one that I want—”

“Ooh ooh oooohh!”

“I wanna know, can you show me?”

“I wanna know about these strangers like meeee. Tarzan! I love that musical.”

“I was lost till I heard the drums, then I found my way,”

“Ah, that’s Hairspray…”

“You can’t stop the beat!”

“I did not live until today…”

“Les Misèrables, one day moooooore,”

“Two more! It’s time to trust my instincts…”

“Close my eyes and leaaaaaaaapp!” Akiko, her father and Yua belted out together, followed by loud laughing.

“Dad, you said one more,” Tatsuki interrupted the laughs while trying to contain his own enthusiasm.

“Oh don’t worry Tsuki, this one is especially for you,” her father his index finger pointed at her brother, “tell me -one, two or three- in which High School Musical is my favorite Troy Bolton solo?”

Tatsuki thought deeply. Akiko and Yua impatiently looked at him with wide eyes waiting for the answer as if they were watching the most exciting movie ever.

“Hmm, that should be either two or three…” Tatsuki thought out loud.

Unfortunately however, he never got the chance to answer.

“Movie three of course,” their mother answered, arms crossed in front of her chest while she leant against the doorpost with her left shoulder. She smirked. “Do you kids have any idea how hard he cried at that Scream-song?”

“You will never let me live it down, do you?”

“Never. ‘I can’t choose, so confused, what’s it all mean? I want my own dream, so bad I’m gonna scream’, it was all just way too fitting. You silently cried like a little kid being scared of its own reflection in a funhouse mirror and you were losing it like that Troy Bolton guy, punching and kicking the air all dramatically. Still lives rent free in my memories.”

Akiko chuckled, trying to imagine her father in the role of Troy Bolton, wandering through a school that was spinning, being all confused, punching and kicking the air like a true American high school musical teenager.

She was definitely grateful for her father’s incredibly cheesy musical-loving side. He had been the one to teach Akiko and her siblings the wonders of musicals, musical movies and all the lyrics from his all-time favorite songs. He had inspired her to discover theater and today was the first try-out for the musical she and her brother Tatsuki played in. She was excited to say the least!

“Ssshh, that’s our secret,” Taichi said a bit shamefacedly as he stood up, patting Yua on the top of her head that way letting her know her hair was all set with braids for her upcoming important soccer game.

He walked towards Sora who was still standing in the opening of the bedroom door and once arrived at where she was, he playfully pushed her outside the opening and into the hallway. As her mother walked to the master bedroom next door, her father turned around before he followed his wife.

“We’re leaving in twenty. Make sure to be all braided by then!” He then shut the door behind him.

“Mom will always find a way to tease dad, no matter how narrow,” Yua grinned as she finished the braid in Akiko’s hair. Akiko let her head fall back into her neck to look up to her older sister to force her into leaving a peck on her forehead. Yua rolled her eyes, but gave Akiko the peck anyway.

“Are you ready for the big game?” Akiko asked while she returned her focus towards Tatsuki’s hair.

“I guess so,” Yua sounded a bit nervous, “I’m a bit sad dad won’t be there since he will have to go with you guys to help backstage during the tryout. And mom always gets way too loud which drives me insane.”

It was true, their mother had her moments once on the soccer field’s sideline. Even though it frustrated her sister, Akiko admired her mother being so passionate about her children and their hobbies or sports.

“It’s not that I’m not happy she’s there, I mean, she’s actually right most of the time. She’s just so unnecessarily noisy, and— wait…” Yua interrupted herself, one finger in front of her lips and one ear directed to the wall adjacent to the bedroom their parents were in.

Both Akiko and Tatsuki became quiet again, listening closely to what Yua had heard.

“Too far?” Came their mother’s muffled voice from the other side of the wall.

“Yes. And therefore I have to punish you,” was their father’s response.

“Ouch!” Tatsuki cried as Akiko in reaction to her father’s words pulled the strand of her brother’s hair in her hand a bit too hard.

“Oh? And what exactly is that punishment?” They could hear their mother tease back.

“That you have to wear your ‘soccer mom’ shirt to the game.”

“Fine by me. Then how about… I change into it… right now… in front of you…”

Yua’s ears turned bright red, mirroring Akiko’s cheeks, upon hearing their parents flirt like that, every pause between their mother’s words filled with sloppy kissing sounds.

“Please do. I mean…”

Another kiss.

Akiko covered Tatsuki’s ears, having a hunch about what was to come after looking at the clock and noticing how much time had gone by since their father had said they’d leave for the respective tryout and soccer game in twenty.

Exactly four minutes…

“… We have sixteen minutes left, better get it done. Sixteen more minutes, get ready, game on…”

“Taichi…!”

“Right now I can hardly breath…”

“You can do it, just know that I believe~”

“And that’s all I really need…”

“Then come on~”

“Make me strong~”

“OKAY.” Yua cleared her throat, trying to cover up the squeals from both their parents and one certain bedroom-furniture-piece.

“W-I-L-D Wildcats. They’re really putting the now in ‘now or never’,” Tatsuki said with the smug face he inherited from his father, ears still covered by Akiko. Yet aware enough of what stageplay (or game) their parents were currently playing.