#konansfavoritewife

[whatcruelworldisthis]

idk i just thought of this

(ur playing seven minutes in heaven and ur locked in the closet with ur crush)

He sighed, leaning against the back wall of the dark room. "This game is fucked," you said, leaning against that same wall, but facing him. Slightly audible voices from outside were all you could hear other than the ring of the atmosphere, and each others breaths. "Do you like me?" He asked, tired, now face-to-face with you. Your cheeks flushed, though hopefully invisible in the darkness.

"W-what do you mean?" You asked.

"You know..."

Silence.

"I mean... would it be okay if I did?" You tried, feeling a weird wave of confidence.

He had no idea how close you were to him now.

"Well-" He started, stopping abruptly after feeling your heat surrounding him. "Of- course."

You melted into the kiss, feeling that weird feeling in your stomach from the butterflies. You were improvising at this point. Your free hand started to play with the hem of his shirt, when he stopped you.

"We only have seven minutes."

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be"friending" tobirama senju

You inhaled sharply, covering your hands with the blood flowing from your side. You needed to tie up the wound, but there was no time. Around the corner, there was an enemy. You jumped out from behind the tree and held a knife to their neck. The fierce glare of your sharingan weakened, however, when you looked into his eyes. It was him. The albino man from earlier. He seemed to hate your clan more than the other Senju did. However, his gaze softened at your crest. You lowered your kunai. You were confused at why you did this, and he was even more confused. “Uh-I should be killing you… right?” you said, eyes wandering. “Yeah… same…” he murmured, searching for one of his weapons. Once he found one, he awkwardly pointed it at you. You giggled and aimed it down knowing he couldn’t hurt you. “You hate me, yet you hesitate. Why?” You asked, sitting down against a tree so you could wrap your stomach. He stayed stunned, sheathing his sword whilst looking over his shoulder to see if there was anyone around. He seemed kinda mad at himself. “We can be friends if you want,” you suggested. “I won’t tell.”

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hunger games angst

catching fire core xx

a/n: this is peeta x katniss reader. my brain is rotting so i altered a canon event slightly to make a fanfiction 😛 question me i dare you

"you do know i care for you, right?" 

your words caught the boy's attention, causing him to tilt his head toward you. the spark in his eyes was absent. you looked out at the vast pool of sparkly water, longing for a reason. "i think we both know each other's goals by now," you started, glancing at peeta. he nodded, playing with the golden necklace he wore. it was a locket. "look," he unclipped the shiny clasp. it revealed a photograph of the people that you held dearest. "haymitch was lying to one of us." you gazed at him, longing not to believe him. he held the necklace in his fist. "you need to live. people are waiting for you back home. plus, with you gone, my life would be meaningless."

your heart sank with shame. it wasn't fair. he had no idea the constant guilt that would envelop you if he had died. as you began to object, he put a finger to your lips. "i'm not implying that it would be easy; i'm just saying that there are other people who would make your life worth living." your heart gradually grew heavier with every word he said. "no one really needs me. not like they need you," he faced you again. his words were only genuine.

"but i need you," you argued. and before he could say anything back, you stopped his lips with a kiss. after a couple of attempts, he was hushed. his lips were soft against your slightly chapped ones. the connection was ultimately gentle through all this war and confliction. 

this kiss was one of the different ones. it filled your stomach with butterflies, the sensation swimming throughout your body.

his eyes fluttered open, "katniss…"

the way he looked at you. you never deserved that boy.

your eyes darted lower with shame. you knew how to play along by now, but you were torn in your feelings.

with an expression of doubt, he forced your chin up to look at him. "i understand that you care for me. i can see it. all i ask is that you allow yourself to feel those things," he said. 

"maybe you're right," you mumbled. peeta kissed you again, giving the audience what they needed. never once did he see you as a burden. he loved every inch of you, and maybe it was time you treated him the same.

another a/n: i feel so conflicted help is this stupid

[whatcruelworldisthis]

"glueless, life would be boring; empty but no hurting... is it necessary? detachment is scary."

-Melanie Martinez

[whatcruelworldisthis]

recollection - muichirou (angst?)

a/n: loosely based off alice in borderland and some random other stuff

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She roamed the streets, hoping to see him again, if only for a second. A strange gut feeling washed over her whenever he caught her eye. He was so uncannily familiar, and it didn’t sit right with her. She needed to figure this out.

Bits of minty hair flowed lightly with the wind, and she knew exactly where to go. She approached him, staying off to the side awkwardly. 

He'll think I'm weird. 

Luckily, he caught her in the corner of his eye, slowly moving toward the girl. “Hey, have we met?” he asked blankly, emotions hidden. He, too, felt that slightest bit of familiarity that he really couldn’t place. 

Soon, the bustling atmosphere seemed to hush around the two. She hesitated, “I- don’t think so.”

It was highly confusing. And weird. She could have sworn he wasn’t some stranger, but she had no recollection of when they may have met.

Silence.

“I swear I’ve seen you before...” He claimed.

“Well, yeah,” she said. “Walking home on this sidewalk.”

“So we haven’t met.”

“I guess not. Maybe a dream?”

“Maybe. Well, I’ll see you later, I guess.”

“See ya.”

She went home that night, puzzled, at her wit’s end. Though it may have been difficult, she forced herself to sleep; this was only to find herself in a dream.

It was him—the boy from the sidewalk. She didn’t even know his name, yet felt so close to him already. 

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Two people sat atop the largest building in Okutama, gazing up at the night sky. It was pretty late, and nothing was open—the only lighting was induced by the stars alone. The boy’s face shone clearer in the pale moonlight. She was falling for him.

“Muichirou,” she spoke, just above a whisper.

“Hm?”

“I wish… I wish we could just live a normal life. Free of harm and this consuming turmoil." The woman paused.

"I wish we were two different people.”

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And that’s when it came to her. She woke, remembering a detail from her ripe dream. Around the woman's shoulders lay a haori. She recognized this haori all too well. 

When (name) was a young girl, she discovered a medium-sized cardboard box underneath her bed, the contents being a Japanese garment. Whenever she had asked about it, her parents would just brush it off and say it was passed down. But the reality of it came to her. She was the woman in her dream.

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She stirred for the second time, forcing herself awake to get ready. She had something to do.

When he landed in her field of vision this time, she did something about it. She ran over to him, waving him down. 

"I think there's something you should see." 

So, sure enough, he followed her home. "What is it?"

She handed him the worn-down, square box, looking him in his eyes silently. "You should have this."

"Thanks?" He walked off, her bowing behind him. She hoped with her whole being that this would make a difference.

When he got home, he carefully removed the packing tape from the box, revealing what lay inside. "What the-?" The vision floated aimlessly through his mind. The thought was far from exact, but the moment he touched the cloth, it struck him. He lifted the haori from its vessel, staring at it with a mix of relief and horror. The memory flew close to the barrier of his subconscious. He didn't recall much, but he knew she was more than just some stranger. 

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The next day, he went running when he saw her once more. "Hey!" He yelled. She was searching for him as well.

"How did you-?"

"It's mine," she stated. 

His gaze softened. "I-"

"I know it's insane. We'll just have to accept it, I guess."

He quickly embraced her. Her eyes started to tear up. She hugged back, "Muichiro.."

"(name)." She locked fingers with him—the same fingers as in their vision. For the first time in a while, she felt joy.

Maybe now we could finally live life in the present; beyond despair.

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random kanae headcanon bc yes

Everyone thinks she's a swiftie or something but she actually can rap eminem, and does. Like sometimes she'll stand one-inch from her mirror and rap godzilla like perfectly with the most serious ass look on her face

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trick of the light - chishiya angst

back at "home," you would always go to this spot above the city. you had always found the view extremely beautiful, but you saw it differently here in borderland. in the right corner of the city, blinding golden lights sparkled so proudly in the night abyss, as if someone was constantly changing them or walking in front; but you knew very well that it was all an illusion.

a calm white-haired figure approached you as he always did. you met up on this hill frequently, usually after completing a game. recollection of the first time you both were at this spot flashed over you.

"i feel we've met," you said.

"hm. maybe." 

realization struck you. it was the fireworks. it was he that leant against the railing as the bright colors flew through the sky. 

you had never actually spoken to one another, but the connection between you two was crazy.

in the present, your relationship was stronger than ever. you weren't exactly dating, but you both showed a sort of affection that you would never see in any romance movie. you were different. 

he knew you loved him. you had kissed at this spot, for god’s sake.

“what’s on your mind?” he asked, softly.

“the lights are beautiful, that’s all.” you rested your head on his shoulder, him not moving to the sensation. 

you didn't want to think about this, but you couldn't help but wonder if his love would be like the city lights; fake.

[whatcruelworldisthis]

"In this world with only despair, how do you live?"

-chishiya shūntarou