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[ki-yomii]

baby, don't go | myg

➥pairing | ex!min yoongi x f!reader, mentioned f!reader x omc ➥word count | 5.1k ➥warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, squirting, hand job, finger fucking, porn w/ plot, angst w/ a happy ending, alcohol, exes to lovers, implied cheating (omc is a fuckboy), implied getting back together (reader & yoongi still low key love each other), idol!yoongi ➥summary | "hii can I request for an exes to lovers trope with yoongi 😭💖 lovee your ficss" you find out your boyfriend is cheating on you. thankfully your ex Yoongi is more than happy to distract you. ➥notes | hope you enjoy this anon 😘💚 omc & ofc are named after characters from one of my favourite k-dramas (personal taste iykyk)

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Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

Standing beside you, your friend Kae-In takes a swig of whatever's in her cup - a sickly sweet concoction of fruity soju and Chilsung, most likely - and coolly surveys the backyard.

Small groups of people dot the manicured lawn, others lounging by the fire as they catch up with one another. It's been far too long since everyone's schedules aligned like this.

Years in fact, and there are several who came in from out of town.

Ordinarily you'd be over the moon, but as it were you can barely drum up enough false excitement for your best friend. Let alone others you haven't seen in forever.

Cocking her hip, Kae-In puckers her mouth. "The alcohol isn't even that good." She sighs, pretty face scrunching in disappointment. "Some party this is turning out to be."

Your hard cider, still more than half-full, hides an awkward, ill-fitting smile.

Having nursed your own drink for the last hour, whatever might've been enjoyable about it is long gone. Any refreshing coolness and bright, punchy taste replaced by amber liquid far past room temperature in your clammy palm.

In fact, the fizzy warmth and tart aftertaste of moldering apples turns your stomach with every half-hearted sip.

"At least there's cute guys here - some of them have really grown up."

Her breath ruffles the fringe of her bangs when she huffs, casting an eye to the glass bottle strangled in your grip.

"Are you sure you don't want something a little stronger?"

You shrug. "Yeah, I'm fine - gotta be the DD just in case, y'know?"

"Girl, you're ALWAYS the DD. C'mon, you gotta live a little sometimes."

The nonchalant scolding stings, even if it's meant almost entirely in jest but it's not Kae-In's fault. She doesn't know. No one does. You couldn't muster up the courage to tell her the truth.

Not yet.

It's still too fresh. The wound too raw to go poking around with clumsy fingers.

"Don't be like that," you say with a faltering smile. "I'm having fun."

LIAR.

In actuality, you're a few frayed threads away from snapping. Stuck clinging to the edge of sanity by the fingernails as you battle back tides of crippling grief and blinding rage.

Have been since the first few messages came rolling in; questions with videos attached. There's a part of you grateful they reached out, while another altogether wishes you hadn't seen.

At least not until morning.

Would one more night spent in ignorant bliss have been too much to ask for?

Now you're riding a corkscrew of emotion, one that roils and chafes as ceaseless images parade past your eyelids with every blink. Each one as crisp and clear as the first time you pressed play.

The swirling lights, the heady thrum of bodies. A darkened corner. Your boyfriend of three years who said he couldn't make it. His hand sneaking beneath the hem of a cheap, glittery skirt. The dip of his head as he tucks into the curve of a neck, mouth open and smiling against bare skin.

You shudder, stomach rebelling. When you swallow, it's like trying to down buckets of sand.

Kae-In, none the wiser, flicks her hair over her shoulder. "Well, that makes one of us. I guess." Shrugging, she turns to you and asks with a furrowed brow, "Are you sure you're okay? You seem... a little off."

Panic grabs you by the throat.

This was supposed to be a night full of fun and laughter. You're not supposed to be suffocating in a crowded backyard. On the brink of tears and trying to act like your life hasn't imploded.

Alone - by your own doing, which is even worse - to deal with the crushing weight of an inevitable breakup. The painful extrication of two lives entwined.

How a relationship three years in the making can be shattered in a minute and forty-five seconds is mind boggling. You had it all, and now...

You thought you were going to marry him.

The whiplash of it all almost makes you laugh but only so you don't break down in great, heaving sobs. A heartbreak you're not sure you'll ever recover from. Not for the loss of him but rather the decimation of your trust.

"I'm okay, promise! No need to worry."

The lie weighs heavy on your tongue. Tastes of ash as the words you really want to say hover in the back of your throat, a breath away. Only they can't make it past your lips, stuck to your teeth like hard candy.

"It's just been one of those days."

Your shoulders shoot towards your ears when she hums in response. Fingernails picking at the corner of the sweating cider label so you don't have to meet Kae-In's piercing gaze. You know she can see right through you, and you hate it.

What started as a fun night of planned mayhem turned into desperate distractions though this party has done very little in terms of brightening your mood.

Instead, watching everyone you know have a good time while you stand on the side lines, a stranger in a sea of people, feels more akin to rubbing salt in an open wound.

Miserable but acting like you’re not; waves of bitter loneliness threatening to pull you under because you don’t want to ruin the night.

“Is this because Chang-ryul couldn’t make it?” Kae-In pats your back sympathetically. “What bullshit excuse did he give you this time? I swear, he always does this. Just wait. I’m gonna hit him next time I see him.”

Oh, you don’t even know, you think. You’ll definitely want to do more than hit him.

Your heart throbs at the sound of his name, and isn’t that funny? Such a simple thing - nothing but syllables and letters strung together - and yet it has the power to unmake you completely.

Your tongue swells as you struggle to swallow. Words burn like bile as you force out a laugh; brittle, scraped up from the depths of your chest

“I’d pay to see that,” you croak. Your knuckles ache from how tightly you’re gripping the bottle. “But - no. C-Chang-ryul has nothing to do with it.”

You hate that you stutter over his name.

And perhaps that’s why you don’t want to tell Kae-In just yet.

She’s always hated him.

Always said he was no good. Just another fuckboy looking for beds to warm and hearts to break. And she’s right.

God, why does she have to be right?

You know she’d never hold it over you, but the thought of admitting it - out loud - makes you want to vomit all over your shoes. You need time to stitch your edges back together. Too raw and ragged.

You only just found out.

Your pride can’t handle any more hits right now.

She thumbs her nose with an inelegant snort. “Whatever you say. I could take him in a fight. That boy ain’t shit.”

Your laugh startles you - the first genuine one of the evening - and you shake your head fondly. A soft smile tugs at your lips.

“Oh, no doubt. But really, I’ve just been in a weird mood.”

The twist of her lips shows she doesn’t believe a word you’re saying, but she’s kind enough not to press. Instead, she spends the next while distracting you with tales of her various escapades of the week.

And it helps for a time, truly.

But then you feel a buzz against your thigh, a ding echoing up from your pocket. Your stomach turns to lead, drops to your feet. Without looking at the screen, you pull the cell out of your pocket with shaky hands and quickly flick the ringer off.

Meanwhile, Kae-In watches silently with sharp eyes, and an even sharper frown though she declines to comment on your behavior.

“Anyway,” she continues once she has your attention, “as I was saying, did you see little Ji-Seok? Dude shot up like a tree! Last time I saw him he was as big as a bean sprout.”

You hum, worlds away.

“You could at least act like you’re paying attention,” she sucks her teeth before a smirk starts to slowly tug at her lips, “How about we talk about something - or someone - I know you’ll be interested in?”

Guilt sparks but slowly gives way to dread. You know that expression. Have gotten into trouble more times than you can count because of it.

Heart tattooing a rhythm against your rib cage, you sputter, “Oh no. No! Do not look at me like that.”

“C’mo-on!” she wheedles. “You’re absolutely right. We should be talking about,” she points at someone across the yard with her cup, “Yoongi instead.”

Currently leaning back against a stone wall making up part of the fence, Yoongi nurses a beer. Sticking out like a sore thumb now that he’s making it big as an idol, no longer as mundane as the rest of them.

Hushed whispers follow his every move, his bleached hair and flashy outfit commanding all sorts of covert attention.

The sharp cut of his shirt flatters his lean frame, the black leather jacket over top emphasizing the width of his shoulders. Dark jeans cling to his legs, as tight as a second skin, and causing your attention to stray where it shouldn’t.

And his eyes - oh, how you ever forgot is beyond you.

Dark, hooded, deep, and hungry; intense as they drag over the planes of your face like the caress of his fingers.

Shit.

You shove Kae-In’s hand down with a loud smack before she makes an even bigger fool out of you in front of another ex.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hiss. “That’s so rude!”

Not to mention embarrassing as fuck.

“Y’know,” she pauses to wiggle her brows and shoot you an impish grin, “I bet Yoongi would be more than happy to remind you of how rude he can be.”

You smother a groan in your hands, heartache temporarily forgotten. “I can’t believe you. Seriously. We’re no longer friends.”

“Bitch, you love me. And anyway, you know what I can’t believe?” She asks. “You!”

She gestures towards him again amid your flailing attempts to stop her. “Look at him. Like goddamn, you had it good.”

You take a sip of cider to give your hands something to do, nearly blanching at the warm liquid. Refusing to respond or look up as the topic of conversation watches like a hawk, gaze heavy.

How can he still make you weak-kneed after all this time?

He wasn’t even touching you and you still feel his presence down to your toes, setting your teeth on edge.

You hear your own heartbeat, your breathing shaky, sparks of awareness dancing along your spine. Heat creeps into the apples of your cheeks.

“Knock it off, I’m serious.”

“No, when are you going to get that Chang-ryul isn’t good for you?”

You swallow roughly, all the moisture leaving your mouth.

“Yoongi was the best boyfriend you ever had and treated you the way you deserve. And you know he’s never been interested in anyone but you. Hell, he’s barely looked away from you since he got here and the break-up was years ago.”

You shift, perspiration breaking out on your brow. “Can we please stop talking about this?”

“When will you give it up?” She blows a raspberry, shaking her head. “I know you regret how it went down between you guys. Now that he’s here - when you finally have a chance to make it right you just - just - ugh!”

Shooting her a weak half-smile and a shrug, you turn your attention to the small glowing fire pit.

Other’s are gathered around it, relishing in the glow of warmth that wars against the balmy summer breeze cutting through the air. Focusing on the dance and flicker of the flames is a needed moment of peace in entropy.

Though you know it isn’t going to last - not with a motormouth for a friend.

“So-o, what are you waiting for?”

“Sorry?”

She nods towards Yoongi subtly.

He’s finally busy with his own conversation, his gummy smile a quick flash of brightness. “When are you going to stick it to Chang-ryul and hop on that dick?”

“Oh my god!”

Kae-In shrugs. “What.”

“Don’t 'what' me. Seriously?”

A bony elbow digs between your ribs. You wheeze.

“C’mon,” she says, “You already know it’s good with him, and you deserve someone who’s there for you 110%. Someone who will treat you right. You know I worry about you.”

A wave of emotions threatens to completely drown you in that moment, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Her tender concern - her care - feels altogether too much and not enough.

As overwhelming as a tsunami; your heart a raw, exposed nerve.

All you’ve ever wanted was to be loved.

To feel like someone’s first and only choice.

You used to think Chang-ryul was someone who could provide that. What a fool you’ve been. Men like him don’t fall in love, they only pretend to.

They sneak inside your heart and take what they want from your bed. To him, you’re nothing but a fun little stop; a footnote, read and forgotten.

Your heart squeezes, shuddering from a pain your palm can’t soothe away.

It’s a terrible idea.

But maybe…

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to lick your wounds with someone you know cares about you. Has always cared about you, and probably always will.

Clearing your throat, you consider his profile from beneath your lashes.

Yoongi's always made you feel wanted. Looked after you as though you were something rare and precious.

It’s been a long time since you’ve felt that.

Somehow, some way, he senses you looking because he pauses mid-sentence.

Turns to meet you head-on, tracing your face with what can only be called greed. Stopping short when they catch on the lip trapped between your teeth.

Something akin to hunger cuts across his face.

His brows dip low, a palpable heat flooding the inky depths of his eyes. Shadows deepen the lines of his face, the shifting firelight highlighting the flex of a jawline for days, burning halo gold in his hair.

It’s a look you’re intimately familiar with.

Usually preceding a hand-shaking, mind-numbing fuck session where his cock gets as deep as it can, rutting hard and fast, bringing you over the edge again and again until you’re left a wrecked mess. 

Your heart jumps, gallops headlong into a rapid beat.

You feel the rush of blood in your chest, every breath stuttered, stomach lurching. Shaking. Jittery. Tongue tied in a thousand knots and you haven’t even said a word.

It was much easier to pretend you weren’t so magnetically drawn to Yoongi when you weren’t riding the single’s train. When he was away in Seoul chasing after his dreams.

Now that he’s got downtime and your relationship has hit a brick wall? His mere presence sears you to the bone. Drags you in like a black hole.

And that?

So not good.

Swallowing roughly, you tear your attention away. You’d forgotten how intense and blindly bright he can be.

There’s a throb developing in your temple, sharp little darts of pain lancing through your skull. An impending headache if you don’t get some air that doesn’t taste like wood-smoke and cheap alcohol.

“I think I’m gonna head in for a bit. Need to get away.”

You shake your head and toss your bottle into the bin on the way inside, Kae-In shouting her acknowledgement with a thumbs up. Makes you promise to contact her in case of any change in plans.

Nearly everyone’s outside so it should be less crowded, more quiet. Most importantly, away from Yoongi and that penetrating stare which makes you more flustered than you care to admit.

Alas, the kitchen isn’t empty not for long.

You’re lounging against the counter, elbows bent, head rolled back and stinging eyes closed when the back door creaks open. Biting off a groan, you swivel your head to the side.

When you see it’s Yoongi who follows you in, you almost slip and brain yourself on the tile. Mouth dry, palms sweaty, heart beating out of control; scrambling into a more flattering posture while patting down your hair.

He chuckles, his nose scrunched and smile coy.

Seeing him happy always makes you tender, weak.

It seems that hasn’t changed a bit.

No amount of pictures or videos do it justice. Granted, Yoongi looks good any time, any day. But seeing his whole face light up like that in person? Utterly priceless.

It’s a struggle to breathe properly around the lump forming in your throat.

Of course, it has to be him.

Wiping your palms off on your thighs, you greet him with an awkward wave, “Uhhh, hey - hey there, Yoongi.”

Oh my god. Abort mission, I repeat, abort mission.

“Y’know what,” you say, “I was just about to head back outside…”

As you pass by, he catches your arm.

Long fingers curl around your wrist, callouses dragging across your pulse. Your gut clenches, an unexpected bloom of warmth shooting through your core at the sight of his broad palm holding you captive.

His grip is firm but loose enough that you could pull away.

All it serves to do is remind you of nights spent beneath his body, the slide of sweat-slick skin, the taste of him heavy on your tongue, pussy filled to the brim with cock. His rough voice music to your ears, prideful as he gloats about how well you’re taking him.

"Leaving so soon?” He asks silkily.

A hard tug sends you slamming into the wall of his chest.

Air rushes from your lungs, your hands trapped against his collarbones. Firm muscles contract beneath your palms, his body shoving into your touch.

Twisting your fingers in the soft cotton of his shirt, you look at him from beneath your lashes. Your voice whisper soft when you say, “Yoongi…”

His dark eyes, the colour of a rich espresso, track the path of your tongue as you wet your lips. Fingers drag over the soft line of your neck, tracing your fluttering pulse.

Touch feather light as it stops by the corner of your mouth, pressing down on the swell of your lip.

“I haven’t said hello yet.”

Eyes wide, all you do is watch and wait with baited breath. Stunned into silence at his proximity. It’s been so long since you’ve been this close, the smell of his expensive cologne nostalgic.

Your body recognizes his, responding all the same. The connection between you electric, overwhelmingly so.

His head bows, bleached strands brushing your forehead. The tip of his nose rubs yours. You get lost in counting his eyelashes, tracing the bridge of his nose to the carved slope of his cheeks.

Surrounded by him, the urge to resist what’s happening is nearly non-existent. Though you wish it wasn’t so easy to be caught by him.

“One of the guys said something interesting,” he says, his breath ghosting across your face; mint and beer. “It's about you actually.”

He flashes the smile that sends your heart soaring, your stomach flipping.

The slightest peek of a metal chain resting in the crook of his neck, surrounded by a very tempting patch of skin you want to taste, has you a little dumbfounded, absentminded.

“Oh?”

You really hope you don’t sound as frazzled as you feel but the haughty superiority of his slow appraisal of your body, the cocksure smirk on his lips states otherwise.

You really wish you could knock him down a peg but confidence looks amazing on him.

Always has.

“They said you have a boyfriend now. Is that true?”

You manage the slightest shake of your head in the negative - no, not anymore - your heart thundering in your ears.

Your breath catches in anticipation just before Yoongi closes the remaining inches between you with a hum of approval.

His head tilts to the side as he slots your mouths together in a kiss that’s got your toes curling. A filthy wet slide of lips, his the slightest bit chapped, send you under, liquid warmth filling your belly.

You inhale sharply, a moan vibrating against his lips.

Melting into the cage of his arms as his hands clamp down on your hips possessively, tugging you closer. Pressed stem to stern like this there’s no hiding the evidence of his desire.

He’s already half-hard in his jeans, his erection pressing against the zipper.

His eyes are hooded when he pulls away.

“Wanna take this somewhere a little more private, baby?” Yoongi asks, running his nose up the length of your neck and inhaling.

How is this my life, you think, dazed.

His hips grind forward against you so there’s no mistaking what you’re dealing with. “It’ll be just like old times.”

After an awkward fumble and an elbow to the side, you settle on the downstairs bathroom. He follows, quickly pinning you to the door while struggling to toss his leather jacket over the sink.

With a flick of the lock, you’re finally alone without any possible interruption. The door muffles most of the ruckus outside, leaving you hyper aware of every hurried breath, every low-throated murmur.

For a long while it’s nothing but a mess of lips, his body molding to yours. Easy to fall back into the old rhythms of your relationship as though you never left it.

He holds you down.

His fingers in your hair, on your jaw. His tongue gliding over your lip, sucking it into his mouth and letting it slide back out through his teeth.

You meet him kiss for kiss, your hands finding their way into his back pockets, tugging, groping, loving how he bucks up into the cradle of your hips in response.

A sweet ache settles low and deep.

“Yoongi,” you sigh. “Fuck, I forgot how much you like to tease.”

His thumb circles your nipple through your shirt, teasing it into a sensitive, stiff peak that shows through the thin fabric.

The caresses send soft pulses straight to your clit, the intensity getting stronger and stronger the rougher he is.

Before long, you’re aware of how achingly empty you are.

Yoongi nips the corner of your jaw.

“Never forgot how fun teasing you is,” he murmurs into the silk of your skin. “How wet you get for me.”

“Shit, you can’t just say something like that.”

“Can’t I?” His laugh, genuine and vibrant, sounds through his chest and into yours. “You can bitch all you want, but I know you love it.”

A smile, all teeth.

“Isn’t that right, baby?”

You glare at him weakly through half lidded eyes.

Two can play that game.

“Fuck!” Yoongi bites out, those impossibly dark eyes sliding shut when you reach down to palm him through his jeans.

His breath whooshes from him in a loud exhale, his jaw working back and forth. “That’s cheating.”

You smirk, feeling him throb in your hand.

”What were you saying, Yoongs?” Humming, you rub your chest against his, using a fingertip to trace the outline of his shaft. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

Spearing you with a weighted look, Yoongi shoves you back into the door harder than before, the wood creaking under the pressure. Fist resting on the frame next to your head, his body cages you in.

Every shuddered inhale has the planes of his firm chest pressing into yours with the expansion of his lungs. His hips buck up into the softness of your palm with a grunt.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, pretty girl,” he cautions.

Competitiveness is a gift and a curse.

Not one to be outdone, you brush away any lingering reservations - which being honest, there weren’t many left. His relieved groan when you tug out his cock reverberates through you.

Shit, that’s so unfair.

Yoongi already sounds wrecked yet you’ve barely touched him. How the fuck are you going to get through this without completely combusting when he actually cums?

Thinking that maybe focusing on what you’re doing will help, you look down.

Big mistake.

Dark designer jeans circle his thighs, low enough for his cock to spring free.

Flushed, curved towards his belly, the head swollen and sticky with pre-cum. The shaft a decent handful that pulses when your palm skims the side.

Feminine appreciation at the sight has velvet heat pooling between your thighs, pussy clenching at the thought of him inside you.

Sex with him was always stupidly good.

All those veiled lyrics about his skill in the bedroom far too accurate for comfort.

Since you broke up, you haven’t been with anyone that comes close to his ability in getting you off.

He’s ruined you.

His face burrows into the crook of your neck with a low groan. His breath puffs across your skin, shivers racing down your spine.

Low voice full of grit, he says, “Shit, baby, that feels…”

Hot palms anchor themselves to your hips.

“Wait a sec,” he says, body twitching with aborted thrusts, strong fingers kneading. “Wanna do you too.”

Heart jumping, you let go of him long enough to yank your shirt over your head and kick off your pants before returning your hand to his cock.

In the meantime, he rucks his shirt up under his armpits. You can’t help but make a noise in the back of your throat as the length of his torso is exposed.

All that soft, smooth skin stretching over his stomach as he flexes. You have to fight down the urge to run your tongue along the outline of his hip.

Mouth slack, Yoongi pushes up the cups of your bra. Watches laser-focused on the bounce of your tits as they drop free, subtly swaying with every jerk of your wrist.

His hips fuck up into the circle of your hand while one of his own inches down to brush the crease of your thigh. Your hips tilt towards his touch, desperate for friction.

“Oh god.” He moans, calloused fingers dipping between your folds. “You’re so wet for me.”

You wiggle, whining against his lips as you meet in a messy kiss. His touch is light, gentle, barely there as he traces the length of your slit.

You’re trembling, skin too tight, body feverish. “Stop teasing, I want you inside me.”

Those seem to be the magic words because Yoongi gives a rumble of approval, using his thumb to spread slick over your swollen clit in tight circles.

Heat coils in your belly, electricity racing down your spine. Your thighs splay as wide as they can, making room for his hand.

His knuckles brush your skin.

Dipping down to your entrance, Yoongi works on spreading you open with shallow thrusts until you take three fingers comfortably.

Your needy sighs and soft moans bounce off the walls.

His low murmurs right in your ear as the pads stroke your walls, his wrist flexing. He’s hitting all the right spots, still remembering how to get you off years after the fact.

You’re quickly turning weak-kneed and wet eyed.

“Fuck, Yoongs, right there,” you keen, baring down on the digits nudging your g-spot, your grip tightening around his shaft.

You grind your palm over the swollen tip, gathering beads of pre-cum.

He hisses, thrusts off beat.

Fingers nudge up suddenly, pressing deep and holding in retaliation. White lightening crackles behind your eyelids, thighs twitching, mouth dropping open.

“Yeah, just like that, pretty girl.”

Your world narrows down to every filthy slide of his cock in your hand, every gush of slick as he stuffs fingers into you over and over again until you’re a writhing mess against the door.

Your nerve endings are alive with pleasure, the stimulation too much and not enough.

“Please, don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, doubling his efforts, wrist working faster.

Dapples of sweat litter his brow, his eyes staring into yours, glazed over and lusting.

Fuck, he’s handsome like this.

It’s a little embarrassing how bad he’s got you but between the blissed-out expression he’s wearing, the weight of him in your hand, and how full you are, you know this orgasm is going to be quick, messy.

The pace of his hips pick up, his breath hitching in his throat, length twitching and thickening in your grip.

He’s getting close, his touch rougher, more force behind the snapping thrusts of his hips, teeth nipping at the side of your neck.

“Come on, baby,” you say, breathless, twisting your hand on the upstroke. He smothers a grunt in your shoulder. “Give it to me.”

It doesn’t take much more to bring him to the edge.

A particular spread of his fingers has you jolting, a sudden, intense spike of pleasure shooting right to your clit.

In turn, you unintentionally massage his cock, knuckles bumping the underside of the swollen head.

He’s a goner.

Cumming with a low, wounded whine and a shuttered thrust, Yoongi smacks the door with his free hand. Thick spurts of jizz make an absolute mess of his stomach and your knuckles.

Sagging forward like a doll with cut strings, all his dead weight bears down on you.

He pants, small tremors wrack his frame. “Baby,” he murmurs, pressing a wet kiss to your jaw, “I missed you s’much.”

“Missed you too,” you reply, using nice, languid strokes to wring the last of his orgasm out of him. “More than I thought I did.”

In lieu of a response, Yoongi wiggles his fingers inside you, rebuilding the rhythm he lost. He flutters them, curls up against your walls, peppering kisses along the length of your jaw with a hum.

Slick drips down his wrist, the sloppy sound of him finger fucking your cunt blending with a surge of desperate moans.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Yoongi says against your chin. “So fucking hot, wanna see you cum.”

Your back arches, your fingers digging into the width of his shoulders, head smacking the door with a dull thud.

“Can you do that for me?”

Nodding frantically, you fall apart with a broken gasp. Clamping down so hard he can’t move, the cramps softened by the throbbing heat washing over you. Blood rushes in your ears as your pussy gushes around his fingers.

“Good girl,” he praises, tone heated. “You did so well for me.”

By the time your brain comes back online, you’ve forgotten all about Chang-ryul and the constant vibration of your phone where it’s shoved - forgotten - into your pocket.

The only thing that matters is Yoongi with his tender kisses and greedy hands.

[versadies]

CHAPTER SEVEN || DOROTHEA

SYPNOSIS (of chapter). in which conversations are all you need for this joint bachelor party.

SYPNOSIS (of series). breaking up with your first love was heartbreaking, but not as heartbreaking as getting invited to his wedding after years of not seeing him. that is, until things seem to be easier when you encounter a certain guest, who could end up being more than just a blooming friend to you.

CHARACTERS. kamisato ayato, diluc ragnvindr (w/ gn!reader)

CONTENT. angst/fluff, modern!au, ooc ayato (?), mentions of breakup, crying, minor character death, mentions of car accidents, not proofread

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POST-SCRIPT. i'm not sure if ill be able to post anything next week due to my last exam week, but i promise you guys that i'll start posting frequently once my school ends next month :DD

You don’t feel like you want to attend the joint bachelor party anymore. 

Ever since Ayato talked to you by the elevator, you felt like you just wanted a time of peace for today and not face him again, your head still in shambles from what you discovered. 

Arranged marriages.. How depressing.. 

What’s worse is that Chisato, Ayato’s fiancee and future wife, isn’t probably aware of how you’re Ayato’s ex who has come to his wedding, making you wonder and dread just how the poor woman reacts when she finds out.

The last thing you need right now is for things to get worse if people knew about you and Ayato’s past relationship and misunderstood things.

“Welcome, ( Name ) and Mr. Zhongli!” Thoma greeted you two as you entered the Grand Goth Hotel’s function room, you feel amazed by how the room turned out. Thoma really outdid himself in decorating the place, it’s even more magnificent than the hotel’s lobby area.

It’s as if the room is the “night version” of the lobby, with some furnitures and setups glowing beautifully in blue, the roof looking as if there’s stars on them, beautiful flowers made of washi papers displayed by the center of all the tables, chandeliers that are crystal instead of gold, round tables around the room with the wedding couple’s being in the center of it all, everything in the party is definitely praise-worthy and enough for the Kamisato family. 

“This place is really amazing, I’m impressed by you, Thoma.” You complimented, too awestruck by the party’s aesthetic to notice the way the blonde-haired man’s face flushes red, flustered by your praise. 

“I-I’m glad you like it, ( Name )! I made sure your table is somewhere near the buffet and bar area since I know you’d definitely try to go and get the food often, you can find your seat by the names displayed around the tables.” He spoke, pointing at where your table assumedly is. 

Your eyes sparkle. “You’re truly an angel sent from Celestia, Thoma.” You then look at Zhongli, who’s simply watching your interaction with Thoma silently. “Shall we go then, Zhongli?” You ask. 

He nods immediately, giving you an encouraging smile. “We shall.” 

You look back at Thoma. “We’ll be going then, we don’t want to disrupt you from greeting the next guests.” You said with a small bow. 

The blonde-haired man nods in understanding. “I understand, you can find me if there’s anything you want, I’d be happy to help.” Thoma spoke enthusiastically with a thumbs up. 

“Alright, see you then Thoma.” 

As you and Zhongli are on your way towards your respective tables, your eyes immediately land on the foods displayed by the buffet area. The table was long, filled with countless foods from Mondstadt, Liyue, and Inazuma, waiting to be feast upon by the guests as servers were stationed nearby to serve them. 

Your mouth waters at the sight of the delicious meals that you miss from Inazuma. 

Soon I’ll have that food in my mouth, you thought to yourself excitedly before you started scanning the names displayed on the tables in hopes of looking for yours and Zhongli.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long to find your table thanks to Zhongli, who instantly pulls your chair for you to sit on, to which you oblige with a quiet “thank you.”

As you seated, you couldn’t help but look at the others displayed on your table, curious to know who would be the guests that’ll be seating beside you and your plus one. 

Your eyes widens when you saw one particular name you haven’t seen in ages–

“Who knew Kamisato Ayato would have the balls to invite his ex to his wedding?” 

What on earth is he doing here?! You thought, turning around on your seat to see the one person you never thought you’d see anymore.

“...Scaramouche?!” You cried out, standing up immediately as your smile became wide. “Oh wow, it is you!” 

Scaramouche rolls his eyes. “Yes, yes. No need to yell my name out loud, I don’t want my sister to know that I’m here, she’ll probably scold me for using the wedding as an excuse to ditch my work.” He slightly opens his arms as an invitation as he speaks, and you instantly hug him excitedly. Despite his rude attitude, the man was sort of tolerable and not as bad as people painted him out to be. 

“I can’t believe you’re actually here! What brings you to Ayato’s wedding?” You asked, breaking away from the short hug you and Scaramouche had. 

Besides Thoma, Ei was another childhood friend of yours. Thanks to her, you managed to meet Scaramouche, the youngest sibling in the Shogun family and is one year younger than you and Ei. 

Despite knowing Ei for so long, you weren’t exactly considered as friends with her brother (but not enemies either) until college whereas the both of you became close after seeing Scaramouche in an… interesting predicament. 

“He didn’t invite me if that’s what you’re wondering,” He spoke, causing you to laugh lightheartedly. “I was only dragged here by my colleague. He begged me to come because he didn’t want to look like a loner.”

Before you could question who his colleague is, another voice chimes into your conversation. 

“Is that what you’ve been telling others when they ask why you’re here?!” Your eyes widens when you noticed Tartaglia – the ginger-haired man who gave Zhongli breakfast – walking towards you and Scaramouche. “I only invited you because I couldn’t think of anyone at work who isn’t busy. Don’t flatter yourself, little guy.” 

You watched in amusement as Tartaglia wrapped his arm around Scaramouche’s neck and ruffled his hair, causing Scaramouche to groan and try to get away from the taller man’s grip in irritation. “Do that again and I’ll leave before the wedding, loner.”

“Hello, Childe.” Zhongli greeted, causing Tartaglia to look at your plus one in surprise. 

“Ah, Mr. Zhongli! I didn’t think we’d be at the same table.” Tartaglia commented. enthusiastically before letting go of Scaramouche, who immediately started glaring towards his colleague while fixing his hair. “I also didn’t expect Scaramouche to know your friend. ( Name ) was it?” 

You nodded in response, bowing politely at the man. “That’s my name. I’ve heard about you from Zhongli, I’m glad he made a new friend from this trip.” 

He smiles, eyeing towards your friend’s direction all the while he and Scaramouche sat down on their seats – with Scaramouche beside you. “Well, you can say that I, uh, have heard of him from a mutual friend of his. He’s quite impressive, I would’ve hired him in my company if he didn’t have a job.” 

Soon after Tartaglia’s comment, the last two guests who are on the same table as yours arrived. 

“My, my, and here I thought Ei’s dearest brother hated events.” Miko comments as she and Ei stand near their seats, causing you to wave at them. “How did a rascal like you manage to get to the wedding?” 

Scaramouche scoffs. “Mind your business, woman.” 

The pink-haired woman giggled, pulling her and Ei’s chairs before sitting down. “You still never learned, haven’t I told you to respect your seniors?” She playfully teased. 

“You’re no longer a Student Council officer, what’s the point?” 

“The point is that I’m still older than you!”

“One year older. It’s not like you’re an old lady.”

“Aww, how flattering! You think I’m young?”

As Scaramouche and Miko continued bantering to one another while Tartaglia started talking to Zhongli, you couldn’t help but feel as if you’re being watched by someone. Is it Ayato again…? Please don’t tell me he’s going to try and talk to me.. You thought to yourself nervously.

You looked around the room to look for the groom, only to find the blue-haired man talking to some of his guests by their table, his back facing towards your direction. 

If it’s not him.. then who?

“( Name ), are you alright?” Ei spoke up, causing Scaramouche and Miko’s banter as well as Zhongli’s conversation with Tartaglia to falter for a moment and look at you when the purple-haired woman voices her concern. 

You blinked a few times before looking at them back with a surprised look. “O-Oh, I’m alright. I was just spacing out, that’s all.” You reassured, rubbing the back of your neck with a sheepish smile. 

They didn’t believe you, but they didn’t try to bring it up. “You should sleep more, ( Name ). Your sleep schedule sometimes worries me.” Ei spoke. 

Miko laughs. “Says the one who has the worst sleep schedule.” 

“This is not about me, Miko.” Ei spoke, looking away from Miko in embarrassment. 

You couldn’t help but snort a little. “Alright, I’ll try not to destroy my sleep schedule.” You said to Ei. 

Maybe I was just overthinking about it, You thought, trying not to think about the feeling of being watched. 

While waiting for the party and the buffet to start, you decided to have conversations with Ei and the others to pass time, excited to feast on the buffet. Throughout said conversations, you found out Scaramouche didn’t actually arrive at the wedding on the first day of the week and had only arrived just today, making sense as to why Tartaglia has been sitting alone on his table during breakfast.

Surprisingly, Zhongli once associated with the company Tartaglia and Scaramouche worked for for unknown reasons besides the fact that he had chatted with the CEO, who was known for her strong determination and cold personality. 

After many minutes had passed, the party began. 

“Good evening, welcome to the joint bachelor party!” Thoma spoke through the mic as everyone gave him an applause. “I would like to thank you all for joining the beautiful wedding between Kamisato Ayato and Hiiragi Chisato, we’re glad to have you here.” 

You eyed Ayato's table as Thoma continued his speech, only for your eyes to land on hers. 

Is Chisato… staring at you?

Your shoulders tenses up when you realize the bride’s eyes are on you, confused as to why she’s now paying attention to you. Did she find out? 

You then pretended you didn’t notice, looking back at where Thoma is while praying to Celestia above that she won’t do anything. 

“Now as you may know, most bachelor parties include games and even performances from others, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do!” He explains, causing some – especially Itto – to gasp in excitement. “Of course, everyone doesn’t have to participate if they don’t want to, that’s why we provided the buffet area and bar area for you guys to enjoy as you watch others participate in our games.” 

You smiled when you spotted Itto and Yoimiya giving each other bets on which one of them was going to win all the while Tartaglia removes his tuxedo jacket to participate as well. As much as you want to join at least one game, you want to eat more. 

As though Zhongli had read your mind, he suddenly asks you. “Are you going to the buffet now?” 

You nodded in response, standing up from your seat the moment a lot of people stood up as well to participate in the first game. “I’ll be quick, do you want me to get you anything from the buffet?” 

Before a word could slip from Zhongli’s mouth, Tartaglia interrupts the conversation. “Mr. Zhongli, we gotta bring you to the trivia game! You’ll definitely win since you’re like a walking encyclopedia, haha!” He said. 

“I’m afraid I’d like to pass on this on–”

“Oh and I forgot to mention, the game’s reward is 100k Mora!” Thoma spoke, the amount caused a few, if not all, to cheer loudly.

“...Perhaps it won’t hurt to join, Childe.” 

You snorted with laughter when you saw Zhongli removing his tuxedo jacket as well and placing it around his seat, walking side by side with Tartaglia towards the open space where the game takes place.

“Who knew the Kamisato and Hiiragi family would throw games.” Miko comments with an amused hum as she and Ei watch from their seats. 

You then look at Scaramouche, who’s currently uninterested in the event going on. “You don’t want to join?” You ask. 

Scaramouche scoffs. “As if. I’m only here out of courtesy for the sake of my family.” 

You don’t believe a word he said, remembering the time back then when you and Scaramouche got involved in a trivia night at a restaurant near the university, leading him to become competitive and win. It’s safe to say you weren’t surprised when you see his name – or his alias, rather–on the board of the trivia night every time you visit the restaurant, a sign that he’s been visiting for it. 

Still, you knew not to push him further, thinking that he decided to not participate for the sake of protecting his dignity. “Suit yourself. Do you want me to get you anything from the buffet?” 

Scaramouche shook his head in response, his eyes looking at where the game was. 

Without another question in mind, you decided to make a beeline to the buffet area, finding the urge to skip your steps in excitement as the aroma of your delicious native food grew stronger and stronger until you found yourself standing in front of the displayed food. 

“Good evening, Mx.! Which one would you like for the night?” The server asks with a polite smile. 

–

By the time you get your hands on the foods you like, you try to head back to the table and watch the game, only to stop your tracks when you catch a certain red-haired man serving drinks by the bar. 

Wow, they really got Diluc Ragnvindr to serve drinks for their joint party?! You thought in shock, grabbing a bite of your food before heading towards the bar area instead of your table, wanting to have a quick chat with the man. 

“Mr. Ragnvindr! Hey!” You greeted, causing Diluc to look away from his customers and look at your direction in surprise. 

“Oh, greetings Mx. ( Last Name ).” He greeted politely. “What would you like for tonight?”

“Any juice would do, please. I don’t think I’m in the mood for some alcohol.” You replied, sitting down on a stool as you placed your meal by the counter. “Mind if I stay here for a bit and chat?”

Diluc nods in response, turning around to start making your drink. “Go ahead. Don’t mind me working while you’re at it.” 

You took another bite of your food, humming in delight at the taste of your favorite food from your homeland. It’s been so long! 

“I didn’t know Mr. Kamisato hired you to be the bartender. How are you?” 

“I’m alright, to say the least,” He nods in acknowledgement towards a guest who ordered a drink. “How about you? Are you.. Feeling better?” He asks, referring to the time when you were crying in front of him in the elevator after feeling overwhelmed by Ayato and his father. 

You feel a bit embarrassed when you remember that. “I-I uh… I can manage.” You answered, shaking your thoughts away and hoping you’d forget about it.

He then serves you your drink, causing you to thank him gratefully and take a sip.

“This is one great beverage.” You complimented to change the topic, taking more sips of the drink. “Have you been working in the company for a long time?” 

Diluc started making another drink for the other guests. “Yes. I took over the company when I was 18 years old–”

You nearly choked on your drink. “18 years old?! That’s so young!” You exclaimed, only to cover your mouth when you realized how loud you were. 

You smiled apologetically to the guests beside you who looked at you strangely, looking back at Diluc and started speaking more quietly. “Seriously though, 18? I’m starting to respect you a lot more, Mr. Ragnvindr.” 

His mouth twitches up slightly. “Are you saying you didn’t respect me in the beginning?” 

“Well, you did bump into my shoulder back then and didn’t apologize – and may I add about the fact that your shoulders are so.. broad? It felt like a bowling ball hit me!” 

He stopped making the drink for a moment, taken back by your bold words. Meanwhile, a guest beside you tries to hide his laughter from your comment.

“Well,” Diluc spoke hesitantly, clearing his throat as he proceeded to continue making the drink, “what matters is that I’ve apologized properly, no?” 

You took another bite of your meal, nodding in agreement with a smile. “Of course.” 

He suddenly asks you a question himself, focused on pouring the finished drink on a glass. “What about you? Where do you work?” 

“In Liyue.” You answered quickly, watching as the guest took the glass from Diluc and thanked him. “I originally came from Inazuma but moved to Liyue because of it.”

“Do you miss your home?” 

“Everyday.” You glance at where the game is currently being held, quickly spotting Zhongli and your friends participating with determination around them. “Though it’s not like I desperately want to go there. I’m happy in Liyue.” 

“That’s good.” Another guest came by the bar and ordered a drink, causing Diluc to start making a drink once more. “It’s your turn to ask a question now.” He spoke. 

Somehow, one supposedly quick chat became a q&a conversation. 

There was an unspoken agreement between the both of you to not ask anything about your personal lives seeing how all of your questions aren’t related to something about it. Regardless, you still got to know more with the man. You found out he prefers juice more over alcohol, had a pet turtle but currently has a pet bird called Vanessa, and has traveled around the world – something that he was willing to indulge you with as you ask questions about the nations he visited. You’d like to admit that he was also funny despite it being unintentional. You honestly couldn’t believe you’re getting along with Diluc so well – it felt like you could talk to him for hours.

It didn’t take long before you realized your conversation with him lasted for a long time until there was no longer food on your plate. 

“I’ll be back to get more food, mind keeping an eye on my drink?” You ask, hopping off from the stool you were sitting on with your empty plate in hand as Diluc obliges to your request. You glance at where the next game is currently in, only to spot Itto and Miko having an eating competition much to your surprise. Are they having a rematch?!

You turned back and continued heading towards the buffet area, thinking of the next meals you can eat. Maybe I should try some  of Mondstadt’s food with a mix of Inazuma snacks as well.. You thought. 

“Welcome back, Mx.! What would you like this time?” The same server from before greeted you, and you smiled politely. 

“I’ll have the…” As you point out the foods you’d like on your plate for the server to give you, you couldn’t help but feel as if there’s someone watching you. Is it her again..?

When the server starts grabbing the food for you, you couldn’t help but glance at Chisato’s direction with worried eyes, shoulders tensing when you notice her eyes on you again. What does she want? Or is she just looking at the food in front of you? You aren’t too sure, but whatever it is, you couldn’t really investigate, knowing it would do nothing but embarrass yourself and make a scene. 

“Here it is. Enjoy eating, Mx.!” Your thoughts were instantly interrupted by the server, who seems to not notice your gaze in another direction. 

“Th..Thank you.” You said before walking back to the bar, your mind was purged with thoughts on why Chisato was staring at you. Unlike earlier, you couldn’t ignore your thoughts. This should be a coincidence, right?

You arrive in the bar just in time when the game ends, with Itto standing proudly with his prize as Miko watches from behind in amusement. Diluc was quick to notice your quick change of demeanor, causing him to slightly furrow his brows in confusion and worry. 

“Here’s your drink.” He spoke, placing your untouched drink in front of you as you sat down on your stool. “Did something happen?” 

“Ah, no. It’s nothing.” You were quick to respond to his question, covering up your conflicted look with a smile as you tried to think of an excuse. “I was just uh, bummed that the buffet ran out of a certain dish and are currently making them right now.” You lied. 

“I see…” Diluc hums in understanding, now wiping a glass. “No worries, I’m sure you’ll get the food once it’s finished. Would you like a refill on your drink, by the way?” 

You glance down at your drink, seeing how it’s almost empty. “Yes please.” Maybe I’m just overthinking about this… You thought to yourself, watching as the bartender fills up your drink with juice. 

The next hour felt like a blur. 

You continued talking to Diluc as usual all the while the games went on, taking turns in asking each other questions until nothing was left for you to ask. There were times when you almost spaced out from thinking about Chisato, but thankfully, Diluc made you wake up to reality. 

You then decided to go to the bathroom nearby, hopping off from your seat once more. “I’ll go to the bathroom for a while, I’ll leave these with you, if that’s alright.” You said.

He nods in response. “Of course. Take your time as long as you need it.” 

Without another word, you went off to find the bathroom, heading out to the doors that led you to the hallway that contains the bathroom, kitchen, storage room, and the terrace. Despite being a bit far from where the venue is, the sound of Thoma’s voice could still be heard. It seems that the games have finally ended and the performances would be next to be in the spotlight. 

When you finally found the bathroom, you immediately opened it and went in. 

After a few minutes, you finished your business and walked out from the comfort room, feeling refreshed and ready to go back to the venue. You wondered if Diluc would ever be able to go off from his shift and watch the upcoming performances with you–

What am I thinking? You thought, furrowing your eyebrows to yourself. It’s not like something would come out from hanging out with someone like Diluc after the wedding. You’re pretty sure he’s a super busy person and only had the luxury of time to talk to someone like you, an unimportant person with no company nor fortune–

You stopped your tracks when you heard the sounds of a woman sobbing.

You realized you’re near the terrace, causing you to assume that the woman who’s sobbing is there crying for reasons that you can’t pry on. How pitiful, you thought with a concerned frown. 

When you glance at the woman, your eyes widen at the familiar figure of Ayato’s future wife. 

…Why is a bride crying at a supposedly happy occasion?

You didn’t have to think deeply on that answer, swallowing the lump down your throat. There’s no way that she doesn’t know about you and Ayato now. 

You aren’t sure if you should come to the woman and offer her your unused handkerchief or not. If you wouldn’t, your conscience would’ve eaten you alive. If you would, you’d have the possibility of embarrassing yourself or making Chisato angry due to you not minding your business–

“Mx. ( Last Name )?” You flinched in surprise when you heard the bride’s voice, causing you to look at her with wide eyes. 

Chisato stood by the rails, staring at you with the same expression as you as well. “I.. uh..” She spoke, unsure what to say to you as she tried to wipe her overflowing tears away. 

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to catch you off-guard, Ms. Hiiragi.” You spoke, bowing politely. 

“N-No, it’s alright,” She spoke softly with a sniff. “It’s my fault for crying in such a public space, I didn’t mean to be a burden for anyone – let alone my guest.” 

You shook your head reassuringly. “There’s no need to apologize, and you’re not a burden to me that’s for sure.” You suddenly took a few steps forward towards the bride, offering her your untouched handkerchief that you brought out from your pocket. “Here, you can use this to wipe your tears away.” 

Chisato hesitated for a moment before letting out a soft sigh in defeat, shyly grabbing it from your hand. “Thank you…” 

You smiled politely in response, deciding that you should leave her alone and go back to the bar–

However, you stopped yourself from walking out, not when you heard her speaking once more. “Could you…” She stops talking for a moment, as if she now wants to take it back. “Could you answer me something, if you don’t mind…?” 

Your shoulders tenses. 

“...I don’t mind…” 

Silence fell between the two of you for a few seconds, the sounds of the music from the venue was the only thing that was heard besides the busy streets outside the hotel. 

Chisato inhales sharply. “Are you and Ayato together?” 

You processed the question, swallowing the lump down your throat. “...Back then in college.” 

Too scared to look at the woman in her eyes, you turned around and closed the doors behind you, not wanting anyone to hear what you know will be a long conversation. 

“Before… Before my relationship with him?” Chisato asks, her tone sounded fearful, as if she’ll hear something she doesn’t want to hear. 

You nodded in response, slowly turning back from the doors to her direction. “Don’t worry, he didn’t have an affair behind your back at all. We broke up months ago before you announced your relationship with him publicly.” 

“…Why?” 

“...” You hesitated for a moment, unsure whether or not it’s best that you should tell her. What would happen if you were to tell her about Ayato leaving you because of the arranged marriage? Does she even know it’s an arranged marriage?

You didn’t have to ask to find that out. 

“Is it because… of our marriage?” Chisato asks, her voice shaking. 

Your silence was all she needed to know.

She lets out a shaky breath, and you close your eyes shut in fear that she’ll react badly. 

Much to your surprise, you only felt warmth wrapped around you. 

“I’m sorry.” She sobbed, and you realized she’s hugging you. “I’m so sorry– I.. This is all my fault. I didn’t know – I-I swear, I didn’t!” 

You didn’t know what to do as the bride continued to cry, hesitating to hug her back. 

Why is she sorry..? If anything, you feel like you should be the one to apologize for ruining her wedding. 

You could feel her shaking. “If I had known earlier, I would’ve tried to break the engagement off! No wonder why Ayato always looked so miserable.” She spoke.

“It’s.. It’s alright, Ms. Hiiragi. It’s all in the past, it’s not your fault.” You reassured the woman, slowly patting her back awkwardly. You honestly hope no one who’d walk past the terrace would eavesdrop on your conversation. 

She shakes her head. “No, it’s not alright. You could’ve been the one marrying Ayato instead and he could’ve been happier with you than with me, you deserve better tha–”

“It’s okay, Ms. Hiiragi,” You said softly. “If.. If anything, I don’t love him anymore.” 

The bride was speechless, sniffing quietly. You took this as your chance to continue talking more. “Yes.. I was deeply heartbroken, but I’m slowly moving on now. I don’t think I want to ruin that, let alone ruin someone’s wedding, so it’s okay. I’ll be alright.” 

The woman continues to wipe her tears away. “Still.. Even when you’re okay, Ayato isn’t.” She whispers. “If I could, I could cancel the wedding right away – but my father is… not someone who can be easily convinced.” 

You frowned. “Your father..?” 

“He’s the reason why this engagement happened in the first place.” Chisato explains. “Between me and you, I only accepted it for the sake of my family’s business, and I eventually fell in love with Ayato.” 

Seeing the way her eyes soften, you couldn’t help but be reminded of your old self. “Do you love him a lot?” 

She nodded. “With all of my heart. I haven’t told anyone about this but.. He reminds me of my old lover. His name was Kamaji.” 

Your eyes widen. Is she talking about Kujou Kamaji? Isn’t he Sara’s broth–

Oh.

Oh.

Chisato notices the way your face morphed into shock, thinking that you knew who she was talking about. “You may have heard of him from a friend of yours – Kujou Sara, right?” She asks. 

You nodded, sympathy flashes in your eyes. “...My condolences.” 

The death of the supposed heir of the Kujou Company was not unheard of in Inazuma thanks to the news. He was unfortunately involved with a car accident when he was on his way somewhere, causing him to pass away from blood loss. Due to this, the Kujou Company had crumbled for a month, with Kamaji and Sara’s father falling into depression that his son had passed away and had no choice but to give his company to his adopted daughter, Sara. Eventually, he came to accept that Sara is a great CEO with how she managed to quickly bring the business back to its prosperity in such a short time. 

She lets go of the hug between the two of you, wiping off the last of her tears from her face. “I thought I’d never fall in love again after his death, but then Ayato came and… I couldn’t help but be reminded of him.”

She then quickly clarifies, “O-Of course, I love Ayato as himself and not because I see Kamaji in him. I just… feel happy that I get to meet someone as kind as Ayato and be happy, just like what Kamaji wanted.” She inhales sharply. “But I feel so hopeless with this situation and I don’t know what to do.” 

You think of a response silently. As much as you’re aware of the fact that you’re most likely the only person Chisato could talk to about her and Ayato’s now complicated relationship, you knew you can’t do anything.

“I can’t be of help to you,” You spoke honestly. “I can answer your questions, but I can’t speak for Ayato entirely. Your best shot is to just have a heart-to-heart conversation  with him. He has to move on eventually.” 

She listened to your words intently. “You’re right..” She glances at where the venue is. “If I really can’t stop the wedding myself, then I might as well make sure to be there for Ayato when he needs it.”

She then looks back at you with a grateful look on her face. “Thank you for this. I.. I feel better now.” 

“What are you going to do now?” You ask.

“I’m not sure,” She said hesitantly, “I suppose I have no choice but to continue the wedding, seeing how there’s no hope for anyone to stop it, but I’m really sorry that this happened to you and Ayato.” 

“It’s alright.” You reassured her once more, smiling in sadness. “I wish you and Ayato happiness in your marriage.” 

Chisato then hugs you once more, causing you to feel taken back by surprise. 

“I wish you happiness too, ( Name ).” She wishes. “I’ll try my best to be there for Ayato.” 

You aren’t sure what made you feel overwhelmed, was it because of how understanding Chisato is despite having the right to be angry? The fact that you no longer have any worries about this wedding anymore? Or was it the fact that you didn’t know you needed a hug so much until now?

Whatever it was, it made you feel something that you’ve always wanted to do. 

It’s time for me to be happy again. 

–

What’s taking them so long? Diluc wonders as he constantly glances around the venue room to look for the familiar sight of you amongst the crowds, only to see nothing at all. 

He has to admit, you’re one interesting company to be with. The both of you instantly clicked and much to his surprise, he didn’t even know an hour had passed during your conversation until he checked his watch after you left to get your second meal. Your conversation honestly felt like he was talking to an old friend after not meeting with them for so long – he wouldn’t be surprised if you two knew each other back when you’re kids.

He hears someone clearing his throat nearby, causing the bartender to turn around and look at who he assumes to be another guest who’d like a drink–

“Lovely evening, Mr. Ragnvindr.” Ayato spoke, bringing his glass on top of the counter. “How’s the bar so far? Is everyone enjoying the drinks, I hope?” 

Diluc hums in response. “Fortunately, yes.” Seeing how the glass Ayato is holding is empty, the bartender asks him. “What would you like for tonight, Mr. Kamisato?” 

“Your best wine, please.” He answers, and Diluc could instantly tell the way the atmosphere around them changes. “I’d also like for you to answer my question.” 

The bartender furrows his eyebrows. “...Alright.” 

It took Ayato a few seconds to ask his question, looking straight at Diluc’s eyes with a blank look on his face. “How do you feel towards Mx. ( Last Name )?” 

The bartender didn’t expect him to ask such a thing. What the hell does he mean by that?

“..Pardon?” Diluc asks. 

Ayato’s face remained the same. “What’s your feelings with Mx. ( Last Name )?” 

The red-haired man slowly brings out the best bottle of wine from the mini-fridge beneath the counter before he proceeds to pour it in Ayato’s glass, clearing his throat. “I’ll admit, I enjoyed talking with Mx. ( Last Name ). However, there’s nothing serious going on between us.” He answered vaguely. 

The groom continues to silently stare down at his glass that’s now filled with his drink, taking in on the bartender’s answer to his question.

“...I see.” Ayato said, his smile appearing. “I hope that’ll continue, Mr. Ragnvindr.” 

Diluc raises an eyebrow, letting the other man proceed to talk more. “I know you, Mr. Ragnvindr. Your background is quite interesting, don’t you think?” He adds. 

“With all due respect, you don’t know me completely, Mr. Kamisato.” 

“Not completely at least,” Ayato agrees. “But I know you enough to know that you should leave Mx. ( Last Name ) alone.” 

“Oh? And what part of my background is enough for me to leave them alone?” 

“You know what I’m talking about, Mr. Ragnvindr.” Ayato glances around the venue cautiously before looking at Diluc once more. “Haven’t you noticed that the wind is going strong(1) nowadays?” 

Diluc’s face instantly drops from his words, knowing what the groom meant as he glances around the venue as well. Truth to what he said, there were a few people glancing towards his way with caution and questionable stares.

Ayato hops off from his stool, grabbing his glass. “I’m sure you’re aware of my relationship with Mx. ( Last Name ) back then, but even though we’re no longer acquainted with one another, I still worry for their sake.” He then took a sip. “Feel free to continue being with Mx. ( Last Name ), but I do hope your relationship with them will remain as friends and nothing more, unless you intend to hurt them.” 

The other man stayed silent, watching as the groom took his leave.

…Maybe he’s right, Diluc thought to himself, putting back the wine bottle in the mini-fridge. But it’s up for Mx. ( Last Name ) to decide if they want to continue chatting with me. We’re just friends after all. 

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He wonders why he feels so hurt at that thought.

DAN’S NOTES !

“Haven’t you noticed that the wind is going strong(1) nowadays?” — idk if theres smthn like this in google since i made this up, but this quote basically means there are rumors around, meaning that there’s been a rumor about you and diluc.

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[mordaciousmurderer]

Home Safe and Sound

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!reader

A/n: GUYS I THINK IM GONNA MAKE THIS A SERIES!! Please lemme know if you like it because this was fun to write. Long story short, you were in a bar and you go up to Ghost pretending to know him to get him away from a creepy guy. as always asks are open

cw: gn!reader, mentions of alcohol, attempted roofie, implied attempted assault if you look close enough, no use of y/n, and yea i had you call him johnny on purpose, can be read as gender neutral but if this continues on i plan on making the reader fem!

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The varied sounds of a bar muffled at the back of Simon’s ears. The sun amber glow of lights stretched along tables and chairs. His sharp, steely eyes surveyed the room before he pushed the fabric of his mask up to the bridge of his nose to take a sip from the whiskey class nestled in his grip. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low murmur of distant conversations, but Ghost remained in his own world.

As the minutes stretched on, the gentle sounds of chatter and clinking glasses were disrupted by your soft and hurried footsteps. You approached Ghost with an air of urgency, your eyes wild with a mixture of fear and determination. “Excuse me.” She whispered urgently. “Please pretend you know me.”

Ghost's gaze softened as he looked at you recognizing the genuine fear in your eyes. It took him a moment and a half to register what was happening but you wasted to time in creating a character.

“Oh my god Johnny is that you?” You asked excitedly. “Never thought I’d see your balaclava covered mug again!” with an enthusiastic grin you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. Ghost felt his cheeks heat up oil pastel pink and blinked in confusion for a quick second before he snapped out of his daze and hugged you back.

“Yes! Wow it’s lovely to see you!” His gruff voice shocked you ever so slightly. You had picked the biggest guy you could find within 20 feet of you, grateful that he sounded as tough as he looked. You glanced to the side, a slight glimmer of panic flashing through your eyes. He mirrored the path your eyesight took and saw the man you were clearly trying to escape.

The man, clad in tattered leather and exuding an unwelcome persistence, oozed an unsettling aura that made the air around him feel suffocating. He planted himself obviously maybe a few yards away from you, watching closely like a damn private investigator.

Ghost laid a hand on your shoulder to redirect your attention to him. “Are you here for Angelica’s after party?” He asks

“Oh yeah! I didn’t know you and her were still friends.” You respond

“Yeah. Do you need a ride home after?”

“Oh that’d be great! My designated driver had a little too much to drink.” You faked a laugh.

The man shifted in the corner of your eye before stuffing his hands in his pockets and exiting the bar. As soon as the door shuts behind him you exhale and rest against the bar, your head falling heavy in your hands. “Holy fuck. Thank you so much. That guy-“ You came to a sudden halt, every breath you took felt as though it burned your lungs.

“Are you alright?” He asked, offering her a reassuring presence amidst the lingering unease. “Who was that guy?”

You shook your head, still pressed in your hands. “I don’t know he just wouldn’t leave me alone I think he tried to roofie me.”

Magma hot rage boiled up in the back of Ghost’s throat, embarrassed by the level of degeneracy that man reached. He pushed the vile malice back down. “You’re safe now.” He reassured you. “Are you able to get home safely?”

“Yes I just gotta.. call an uber.” Your voice still carrying the edge of residual anxiety. Your DD getting too drunk unfortunately was not part of the bit. You weren’t truly drunk but absolutely not sober enough to drive.

“I’ll wait with you until it arrives.” Ghost slaps a 50 dollar bill on the bar. “I want her tab paid too. Keep the change.”

You quickly shook your head “No no you don’t have to-“

“Don’t worry.” He interjects plainly and you smile in response A mix of gratitude and relief washed over your features as you tapped in your destination to your phone. "Thank you, really. You have no idea how much this means to me." Your gratitude oozed out of you. You gave him your name once the confirmation of your uber had come through.

“I’m Simon.” He responds. The idea of you sitting in an uber with a stranger was definitely disconcerting. “Here, let me give you my number. I want to make sure you get home just fine.” He held his hand out expectantly and you placed your unlocked phone in his hand.

“That’s very kind of you…” A swell of gratitude enveloped you as you looked at him, your eyes filled with a profound appreciation for the stranger who had become your unexpected savior. “I’m sorry to have interrupted your night.”

He shook his head “Do not apologize, it wasn’t your fault. You had the right idea comin’ up to me.”

You looked down at your phone after it pinged then held up up, wiggling it slightly to indicate the arrival of your uber. The two of you stood up and he made a gesture allowing you to go first. He followed you out of the crowded building and you pointed at the car that had come to take you home. The chill in the air pierced through you like a thousand icy needles, causing you to shudder involuntarily as you stepped out into the night. “Thank you again.” You crossed your arms tight to your chest in effort to warm up.

Ghost unslung his jacket, draping it over your shoulders as a shield against the biting cold. A true gentlemanly gesture that had no ulterior motive other than his concern for your well-being. Your cheeks flushed warmly at the gesture and you hoped he would blame the blush on the cold.

“It’s no problem at all. Don’t forget to text me when you’re home safe.” He opens the car door for you and you settle in the back seat.

“It was nice meeting you.” You respond. The two of you exchange a smile and a nod. In that fleeting exchange, an unspoken bond had woven itself between you two, a connection forged in your vulnerability. He shut the door and watched as the car pulled away.

As the Uber drove away from the dimly lit bar, you got settled in the back seat, wrapped in Simon’s jacket. Its familiar warmth a reminder of the stranger who had come to your aid. The events of the evening played out in your mind like a vivid tableau.

The unspoken understanding between the two of you lingered in your thoughts as the Uber drove longer. Your apartment wasn’t too far away from the bar so before you knew it the familiar building came into view. You gripped at the comforting fabric of the jacket, now guilty for leaving him without his own way to combat the chill in the air. As the Uber came to a halt you thanked the driver humbly before hurrying into the apartment complex and up the stairs to your home.

Your mind found itself looping around the thought of Simon and how kind he was to you. Why you felt safe going up to this masked man puzzled you, but regardless you thought you made the right choice. You made sure to lock your door and went around to shut and lock all your windows, still on edge from the previous events. Pulling out your phone, you went to your contacts to find a new one amidst all the others. You pulled up a new text thread titled with his name and you typed up a message:

‘Home safe and sound. Thank you again Simon :)’

-

Masterlist

[hiramekiicotl]

Hello I'm the survey anon, I'm here to ask you some questións about cotl. First: how did you get into the game? Second: What's your favorite part of the game? And Third: If you could add or remove anything? What would it be? Thank you for your time, tumblr user Hiramekiicotl. (I'm not an official account or anything, just a curious guy.)

Oh hey hii!! thanks for stopping by my blog :D !!

to answer your questions,,, firsty, i always heard the name of the game tbh but i just saw one of my fav youtuber start playing it soo i wanted to play it also :D

my favorite part of the game is LITERALLY ALL OF IT ŞLFKSDŞLFKŞSDKF-- from the character designs to world building to gameplay i just think this game is a masterpiece! :> but if i had to pick one thing it would be the charcters. i just love'em <3

hmm if i could add anything i would add more dialoges between player and the old faith when you have them in your cult at the end of the game tbh, maybe more unique quests or lore drops you know

And thank you for your questions survey anon! :DD have a nice day/night!!!!

[rickfucker]

lil baby update :)

i decided to reread my Happy New Years fic bc i'm slowly getting the executive functioning power to write again (papi bless) & I'm sort of making my own Rick AU which is kinda cool! Technically N-22 from Vertigo is also an AU but he's so similar to C-137 Rick that I've never rly thought of him as a separate character.

Anyway I think Happy New Year may get its own series of one-shots. maybe all holiday based? idk if that's gonna be too restrictive of a guidelines for me, though.

I'm also finally working on organizing the data from the Rick & Morty discourse survey! the magic of adderall, folks. data stuff is new to me so it'll probably take a hot minute but i'm excited to share!!!! We got 561 responses (honestly insane, thank you to everyone who took it!). the survey is now closed for responses.

also, i'm pretty close to 500 followers :DD that's like, tumblr famous... sort of....

[enby-jetstar]

Pronouns in the Danger Days Fandom

Results are from this survey, which received responses from 166 individual users.

Over a third of the fandom uses exclusively they/them pronouns, and when combined with those who use a combination of they/them and other pronouns, the total is closer to half.

Those who use she/her or he/him, including those who use multiple pronouns, each make up about a quarter of the fandom, with slightly more using she/her than he/him.

Neopronoun users make up a much smaller amount, only about 2% of those who took the survey.

[ichorai]

cellmates ; four ; j.wy

pairing ; jung wooyoung x reader

summary ; stuck in jail after stealing a necklace off the princess, what happens when your new cellmate with an impossible escape plan comes along?

words ; 5.2k

warnings / includes ; medieval fantasy au, blood and grime and death and everything in between, some curse words, future ateez cameos, future suggestive / mature content, cellmates to (future) lovers !!

a/n ; surprise !! here you go stop crying >:( kdjffj jk i hope yall enjoy !!! the plot thickens up quite a bit in this one 👀 ,,, there are also a couple surprises sprinkled here and there :DD to make up for what i did to yall last chapter lol

cellmates masterlist.

As a child, a popular tale you often heard was one depicting a man stranded on an island, throat dry with thirst and stomach void of nourishment. He passed out in exhaustion by the beach, just on the brink of death. But before his soul could fade away, the mermaids took pity on the man of skin-and-bones and brought him underwater, breathing life back into his lungs. He contentedly lived the rest of his life as a merperson.

Although stories like those always had happy endings, they could never really make you smile, unlike how all the other children reacted. What about the people the man cared about when he was on land? Had he just completely forgotten about them to selfishly live an easier life underwater?

The same thoughts ran through your pounding head repeatedly as you dully stared out into the gleaming ocean. From where you were, bound tightly against the main mast, you had a clear view of both the ship’s deck and the waters. You couldn’t really remember how long you’d been tied up… if you could recall correctly, they had only thrown Wooyoung overboard just last night. That felt like an eternity ago. 

All thoughts of mermaids and fairy tales and Wooyoung dissipated from your mind once a pirate stepped into your view. In the daylight, they were far less scary than when you had first encountered them. The pirate had bronzed skin verging on being sunburnt, and sharp eyes of molten gold. A red bandana held his hair out of his leering face, and you noticed a dark branding burn of a sword ran through a skull embedded on his chest, partially covered by his loose tunic.

The man tutted, grabbing your chin between two fingers. It was then that you realized just how tired you were; you hadn’t gotten any sleep, instead spending the night struggling against your bonds and crying after Wooyoung.

“Let me go.” Your voice was so hoarse that it didn’t sound like yours anymore.

The pirate merely grinned and shook his head.

You wracked your brain for a second before spitting out, “Isn’t it bad luck to have a woman onboard? Your ship will sink if you keep me here.”

“Why, you must have nothing but worms between your ears,” He cackled in a sinister manner. “That’s just a silly little myth, sweetheart. Women are more than welcome here.” With those words, he ran his eyes over your tense form. A predator surveying its prey.

Much to your relief, the pirate stepped down. That feeling didn’t last very long, however. Just as he slid back, more pirates filtered into your view, clearly just having woken up to start the day. There were so many eyes on you; some curious, some disinterested, and some boldly staring with unsavory expressions.

“I say we make her do the dirty work,” One with golden teeth chimed. “Scrub the decks, clean the chamber pots.”

“We should toss her overboard. We don’t need another mouth to feed.”

“Keep her tied up there! A pretty thing like her should be on display for everyone to see!”

“We can drop her off at the next port and sell her off as a slave. We could use the extra gold.”

“Awh, don’t you think we should keep her? Ain’t half bad to look at.”

Those were only just a few snippets you could make out in the midst of the tumultuous roaring of the pirates as they yelled their suggestions over each other. They grew progressively louder as more ideas came into mind on what they should do with you. Panic brewed within you, but your limbs were tired and your mind was numb. All you could do was stand and watch.

The pirates immediately quietened once a one-eyed man with a peg leg hobbled out of the navigation room. The soft clunk, clunk, clunk of the wooden leg against the planks was not unsimilar to the rapid thundering of your heartbeat.

This is the captain, you thought. It was obvious, what with the way the pirates shut their mouths tightly and bowed their heads down to their chests. Some even trembled on the spot. If Wooyoung were here, he’d laugh at them.

Oh, how you missed him. 

The captain had a voice of pure silk, a stark contrast to his ragged appearance. In a quietly powerful tone, he stated firmly, “We leave her here until we reach Aurecia. Then we sell her off.” After a tense pause, he sternly added on, “Nobody touches her until then. Aurecians pay well for unspoilt women, so if any of you lot come remotely close to her, I’ll have your heads.”

The diminutive consolation you received from the captain’s commands ebbed away slightly when you thought more about what he was saying. They were going to sell you off as a slave in Aurecia. And if you could recall the map correctly, Aurecia was the opposite direction of Virelis, where you were supposed to be going. To top it all off, Cerulea and Aurecia were trusted allies, and that could mean nothing good for you.

“No!” You suddenly interjected in a croaky voice, throat so dry it felt like you had sandpaper in your mouth. “Please, don’t take me there. I need to go to Virelis. Please, you can sell me there!”

Everybody stared at you in complete befuddlement. The captain gaped at you with one narrowed eye and spat out, “Virelis doesn’t take slaves. Don’t play games with me, girl.”

Out of desperation, pleading words frantically poured out of your mouth before you could stop and hesitate, “Then don’t sell me! I’m useful, I swear!”

“Forgive me if I have difficulty believing you,” The captain said in a bored tone, gesturing to your bleeding, tied up form. 

A frustrated huff escaped you as you hissed out, “I’m Y/N L/N! I was the one that stole the princess’ necklace! I’m a valuable asset and you’d be lucky to have me on your crew.”

A stunned silence washed over the pirates. Then, one by one, they started laughing. They snorted and chuckled and slapped their knees as if you had told them the funniest joke in the world. You half-heartedly attempted speaking again, but your voice was drowned out by their howling laughter.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I FEED YOUR SORRY ASSES TO THE SHARKS!” The captain bellowed, his velvety tone long gone. He had his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a scowl pulling at his lips. 

The lot of them snapped their mouths shut so quickly you could hear their teeth clacking against one other. 

“Y/N L/N is nothing but a legend,” The captain stepped closer to you, his one eye narrowed in suspicion. “I don’t know, nor do I care for why you’re lying, but it better not become a problem. I’ve already got one crew to deal with. I don’t need to add a raving lunatic onto the list.”

“Please!” You wiggled against your bonds slightly, wincing at how the coarse rope fibers scratched at your chafed skin. “Why would I lie?! You’ve got to believe me, I’m Y/N L/N, I’ve been in jail for a long time and I’ve only recently escaped with the man you tossed overboard. Please, we can go bring him back, he can tell you, I - !” 

The words lodged in your throat. It was pointless, trying to convince a haggle of savage pirates to go back for someone they tossed to the sharks. There was a sort of heavy pain deep down in your chest, and you brokenly blew out a sigh. The feeling churned at your insides uncomfortably. It might’ve been the sea sickness, but you knew it was a nasty combination of guilt and panic and regret.

The captain noticed your abrupt change in demeanor, but decided not to comment. Instead, he said stoically, “Y/N L/N is a wonderful character in a legend told to scare children and I would absolutely love to meet her. But unfortunately, I don’t think I’d ever get the pleasure to. She’s not real.” You stared into his one eye, tears welling up in your own. “And about the man we tossed over… he put up a real fight and he wasn’t worth the trouble. He’s probably long gone by now. It’d do you good to forget about him.”

Pirates behind the pair of you started snickering, but were quietened when the captain straightened and just about snarled out, “DON’T YOU HAVE WORK TO DO? GET ON WITH IT, YOU STINKY BASTARDS!” 

They scrambled in a panicked fashion, a few of them running into each other as they dashed in opposite directions, others clumsily slipping on the damp plank wood, and some merely ran like headless chickens with no definite direction in mind. 

“They’ll treat you well in Aurecia, girl,” The captain slipped back into his velvety tone once more. You supposed this was his way of apologizing… or, the closest thing to an apology you’d ever get from a pirate. “Just try to accept it and it won’t seem as bad. This lot here won’t hurt you in the meantime. I’ll make sure of that.” He gestured to the rest of the men who were settling back into their daily routines. You were surprised to see that they were already hard at work; manning the sails, scrubbing the decks, navigating the ship, so on so forth. The life of a pirate definitely wasn't an easy one. 

You said nothing in return, staring blankly at the glinting ocean. The hollow clunk, clunk, clunk of his peg leg fading away was a sure sign that the captain was gone. You couldn’t bring it in yourself to watch him go.

This was most probably the worst possible time to cry. At this point, you were surprised your sore eyes could still manage to produce tears, considering how dehydrated you were. It was obvious that some of the pirates were still watching you, pausing mid-job. You tried to ignore them and hung your head sullenly as dry sobs rumbled in your chest.

You were stuck floating in a gigantic cesspool of saltwater, and yet your body had the audacity to produce even more. It was this very water you were bobbing on that most probably filled Wooyoung’s lungs as he gave up his last breath. The thought did nothing but make you weep harder. 

Pirates really had no designated time to have luncheon and supper, but their stomachs all seemed to revolve around roughly the same hours. By the time the golden of the sun was grazing against the deep green waters and the sky was bleeding a strange shade of amaranthine, they were all shouting out complaints of hunger and trotting to the small kitchens below deck to have supper. 

You were hungry, but also sure that if you had even a morsel of bread, you would heave it right back out. The day was spent with you gazing at the rocking waters, bustling pirates, and the large, tattered flag that hung proudly way above you. On occasion, you tried pleading to the pirates who were passing by, but none of them so much as glanced towards you. It seemed as though they took their captain’s orders to heart. 

And so, after hours and hours of being neglected, imagine your surprise when one particular pirate sheepishly walked up to you, a little after all the others had disappeared below the deck to eat.

At first, you hadn’t noticed the quiet man because you had your stinging eyes shut, trying to block off the last and harshest glares of the sun as it sank under the edge of the world.

He cleared his throat once, and your eyes flew back open, startled.

“You must be starving,” He said. 

The first thing you noticed about him was the strangely soft shade of pink his hair was. It wasn’t unsimilar to the color of Yunho’s hair, and you found yourself wondering how the kind giant of a man would react knowing that you lost Wooyoung. 

“Oh,” He gestured to the brightly-hued strands on his forehead. “I’m half fairy. Everybody looks at me funny when they first see my hair.”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you observed the man in front of you suspiciously. You had little to say in reply to the strangely personal fact he told you, and so you bit down on your tongue and let silence further consume you.

He had an angular face and complementing sharp features, but he bore a timid expression in an unexpectedly stark contrast. What was this fairy-man doing on a pirate ship? He didn’t look at all like the rest of the crew. The others were sunburnt and filthy and rugged. He, however, was somewhat well kempt, skin void of burns and scars and dirt. A loose cream-hued tunic was hung over broad shoulders, barely slung over his hardened chest, a leather belt tightened around the small of his waist and tucked into black trousers. It was quite a dignifying outfit in comparison to the rest of the crew clad in dirty rags and stolen clothes that didn’t match in the slightest. But for that, you could understand. Seeing the pirates randomly throw on haphazard articles of clothing, you thought back to when you were on the run with Wooyoung, stealing clothes off of drying lines and changing into whatever would fit.

The only thing that pushed the strange pink-haired man more towards the ‘rugged pirate’ side was a silver lip ring glinting with the late sunlight from the side of his bottom lip. In his eyes you saw gentle kindness, but you knew better than to trust him just yet. 

“Are you hungry? I can sneak something up for you while everyone’s busy stuffing their face full.” He had a voice of honey and silk, tempting you to accept his generous offer. But you kept your mouth shut.

“I understand,” A sad, empathetic look crossed his face. “Sea sickness is the worst the first couple of days. From there, it’ll gradually get better once you get used to it. But please, drink some water.”

From out of nowhere, he brandished a pretty silver chalice and held it up to you, the metal stingingly cool against your lips. You would’ve been stupid to turn down the water, so you leaned forward slightly and slurped at the drink so quickly that some sloshed down your chin and dripped onto your chest. 

“I can get you some more later,” He said, pulling the cup away as you gasped for air. “But I have to tell you something important first. My name is San, by the way.”

He had a name that roughly translated to ‘mountain’ in Old Cerulean. You thought it was a rather pretty name… fitting for such a pretty man.

“I just wanted to say this while no one was around,” San sucked in a deep breath, steeling his quaking nerves. “I believe you.”

The water had certainly drowned away the scratchy burn in your throat, so you were free to painlessly stutter out, “W-What?”

“I believe you,” He repeated. “It’s like you said… why would you lie?”

“You believe that I’m Y/N?” Your voice raised an octave or two higher, to which San shot you a warning look and glanced behind him as a precaution. If anybody heard or saw either of you, the captain would have his head. “Why?”

Hope was a dangerous thing. It muddled your brain and clouded your consciousness, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. So you looked upon the pink-haired pirate dubiously, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I might be the most gullible man out there,” San snorted, raising a hand to rub against the back of his neck. “You kinda fit the description in all the stories and legends. And you don’t look like you’re lying… I don’t know… it must be the fairy blood in me. My mother always knew when I was lying or telling the truth. She used to tell me that good people only truly lie when they want to protect others. But… you don’t have anybody here to protect. Not anymore, anyways.” There was a guilty, remorseful sort of look that flooded his face. 

You were so relieved that you could’ve burst into tears right then and there. 

“And… that man the others threw overboard… he kept saying your name. You might’ve had reason to lie to us, but he didn’t. Especially not then.” San spoke gently in a low tone, as if he were speaking to a frightened child. Something painful twisted in your stomach at his words. “So… yes, Y/N, I believe you.”

Then he leaned forward and quickly swiped his cool thumb over your damp cheek. You only then realized that you were crying again, flinching away from his touch at first, before relaxing your tensed muscles. 

“Thank you,” was the only thing you could properly croak out. There were so many things you wanted to tell him. Help me. Let me out. Bring Wooyoung back. Take me away from here. Why are you helping me? What are you doing here?

Although none of your erratic thoughts were heard, you sagged in relief when he said, “I’ll try to talk to the captain about making a stop in Virelis.” As a tentative afterthought, he added, “I’m sorry about your friend.”

“I loved him,” You croaked out, surprising even yourself. “I didn’t know that I did.”

San flashed you a sad smile, “Some people never realize. You’re lucky that you did.” Then, he murmured after gesturing to your bloody hands and wrists, “I’m also sorry about them hurting you. I have a special coconut extract lotion that treats wounds and burns very well. I’ll try to sneak up something for you to eat, as well. We’ll have to wait until it’s completely dark, though.”

You had so much to tell him, so much to ask, so much to thank him for. The fairy-man rotated on the stub of his heel to walk away, and you whispered out, “San!” He glanced back at you with a curious expression, and you nodded your head, sincerely grateful, “Thank you.” The questions could wait, you supposed.

A smile so wide spread across his lips that his eyes almost disappeared. Around savage pirates practically all his life, he rarely ever heard those two strangely comforting words. He dipped his head politely and walked away, leaving you to your own overwhelming thoughts.

Sleep had taken you under its dark wing a little while after San left, however fitful and sporadic. Your head pounded as your swollen and aching eyes fluttered open, somewhat surprised to see that it was still dark. Where was San?

Then, as your consciousness shook away the foggy webs of sleep, your brain registered a faint singing voice. However, it wasn’t just any rotten pirates’ singing voice; it sounded as if a woman was wailing, but in the most beautiful way possible. The trembling vocal chords pierced through the night sky, high-pitched and ringing in your ears melodically. It was a song in a language you couldn’t understand, but the warbled words molded together sounded pure and whole, just about placing you under a trance. But of course, you were still quite dazed and confused from slumber, unable to clearly hear the singing voices. On top of that, the water seemed to be extra loud, splashes and waves thundering against the boat almost every five seconds.

Tired, you rolled your stiff neck. Strangely, you noticed that the deck in front of you was void of any pirates. Glancing to the side, there was not a single soul to be seen manning the navigational wheel. Your neck ached as you craned it to look upwards, squinting at the crows’ nest, just to see that it was equally empty. Where are they? you thought absent-mindedly.

The singing was getting louder, and you had to physically shake your head to get your mind out of the gutters. The ropes strained against the skin of your raw wrists even more when you shifted to look behind you.

The sight that you were met with had you reeling against the mast in panic. 

Sirens. Dozens of them, sitting on moldy rocky ledges jutting out of the ocean waters. They were beautiful creatures, smooth skins tainted a faint green and shimmery silver hair just long enough to drape wetly over their breasts. They bore seductive expressions and parted their full lips to croon out the mesmerizing song in unison.

And the splashing against the boat? With a choked gasp of horror, the undisputed mystery of where all the pirates had gone was answered. One by one, they were marching off the planks, plummeting into the salty ocean waters, swimming as if their life depended on it, closer and closer to the beckoning sirens. They all held entranced expressions, some with gaping mouths and others with fully blown pupils of adoration and lust.

The sirens were far enough where you weren’t fully under influence, but much too close to be clear of mind. You had to count yourself lucky for being female; it was known that sirens had stronger effects on men. But you didn’t have much time to spare.

You suddenly became short of breath in panic. Where was San? Had he already jumped off? Blowing out a shuddering sigh, your neck trembled with great effort as you angled yourself to look back again. It was easy to spot his brightly-colored mane, the pink starkly bright in the moonlight.

“SAN!” You screamed to the best of your abilities, voice scratchy from your previous slumber. For a second, the fairy-man seemed to twitch slightly into your direction. A particularly high-pitched note echoed across the waters, just about slicing through any hesitation San might’ve held. Just like that, he turned completely away from you with a stupefied look, before hopping off the ship and plunging into the ocean.

A scream of protest ripped through your throat. There was no time to think… you could already feel their lulling voices numb the corners of your mind…

No. No, I have to get out of this. 

With a quick glance back, a flare of hope ignited somewhere within your chest when you spotted a dagger just behind you, buried in the fraying wood of a grog barrel. Its handle was jutting out in your direction, the crooked blade void of rust and gleaming with reflected moonlight. Excruciating pain shot through your right arm as you twisted your wrist about, desperate to be freed of the knot. The hardest part was getting your hand through the tight loophole, groaning at the throbbing sensation.

After frantically yanking yourself upwards, you managed to wrench your right wrist free, covered with blood and scratches and blisters. Then, with no time to spare, you reached as far as you could behind you, towards the barrel. Your bones ached and cracked under the strain, but you pushed through with gritted teeth. Tears ran down your twisted features from the pain. With a final shriek, you lunged and wrapped your blood-slicken fingers around the hilt. The sick sound of your left shoulder popping had you screaming in pained misery, but there was no time to lament. You’d fix it up later.

It took little effort to extract the blade out of the rotting wood. You prayed not to drop the dagger as your hand trembled ruthlessly. Swallowing dryly, you raised the blade to your left wrist, and began hacking away at the ropes.

They were tough, coarse things, but gave way eventually, unraveling with each strand. You didn’t even have to cut through the whole thing until it was weak enough to break on its own. 

You were free. 

The sirens’ song grew louder and louder, and frantically, you wobbled away from the mast and to the side of the ship, steadying your shaking legs against the rail. Every fibre of your being screamed at you to stop and jump into the water, swim to the beautiful melody that came from just over there…

“No!” You managed to moan out. Your left arm was completely useless; you weren’t able to move the limb at all. The tearing of your shirt as you somehow managed to rip off the sleeve rang in your muddled head alongside the foreign words quavering through the air. You used the dagger to slice the cloth in half, and shoved each piece into your ears. It was disgusting and uncomfortable, but it would have to suffice. The sirens’ voices sounded little other than muffled hums, and though you had to stay cautious, you could already feel your mind clear tremendously.

The last of the pirates had just clambered off the side. You would’ve heard the large splash he made as he cannon-balled into the waters if it weren’t for your make-shift ear plugs.

You were tired. You were thirsty, aching, sleepy, and just about every other bad feeling one could possibly have. Unfortunately, the ship was still heading right towards the sirens, no doubt turned off-course by a crewmate heavily under their influence.

And so, you dragged your heavy limbs over to the navigational wheel, letting out a soft tormented wince when the small act of curling your quaking fingers around the wooden spokes were enough to send what felt like great electric shocks of pain up your spine. Then, you spun the wheel one-handed, over and over and over again until the massive beauty of a ship leaned away from the sirens (who were clearly enraged, hissing and baring their sharp teeth), silkily gliding over the waters. Warm ocean air billowed into your face and tousled your hair, and for the first time since you’ve gotten onto the ship, you didn’t feel like throwing up. 

A part of you felt bad for leaving San, the only pirate to show you even just a morsel of empathy. Who knows, maybe he’d survive. He was half fairy, after all. You muttered out a soft soft wish of good luck for the pink-haired man, though you doubted that would do much.

Your mind was quick to leap from the fate of San to a man who’s been in your life for much longer. Where would you be if it weren’t for him?

Wooyoung wasn’t one to just… give up like that. He couldn’t be dead. Perhaps you were being a fool for holding onto hope, but you would gladly welcome that title if there was even the slightest chance that he was still out there, alive and breathing.

And so, you steeled your nerves by drawing in a grand breath. Your lips settled in a firm, determined line.

You were going to go find Wooyoung.

Where were you to start?

Dozens and dozens of maps and scrolls were tossed about as you pillaged through the papers, in search of a chart that would actually be of use to you. Much to your dismay, there weren’t any maps whatsoever that held the directions to Virelis. There goes that plan down the drain. Where else was there to go?

The sling that held up your left arm was procured hastily from the medbay after you popped your dislocated shoulder back into its socket with a quailing shriek. The pain had faded into a dull ache, but at least now you could wiggle your fingers. That was a good sign, you supposed. Your stomach was full with what you could find in their kitchen pantries (which was mostly just stale biscuits and half-cooked fish), and to be honest, you felt better than you have in a long, long time, despite the circumstances.

There was still the problem of finding him, though. If you could recall correctly, you were only around a days’ sail away from where they had kicked Wooyoung off.

But that would mean turning back to Cerulea. And that… definitely didn’t sound smart. You rubbed your fingers against your throbbing temple, taking a long swig of refreshing water from a pitcher. Gentle light was filtering in through the small circular window, illuminating the yellowed maps in such a way to make them look golden. There was no time to appreciate the simple beauty of this, however, because a stupid, moronishly foolish, plan was forming in your head.

What if you went back to Cerulea? Would Wooyoung be waiting for you there? Maybe he was staying with Yunho while he got back on his feet. After all, it’s not like he could swim all the way to Virelis, especially with how injured he was. Cerulea was a much closer, safer plan. It was the only place he could go, right?

Unease twisted your stomach at the thought of going back to the country that locked you in a dark dungeon for moons upon moons upon moons. Deep down inside, you knew that no part of Wooyoung would ever willingly go back to Cerulea. Not after all he went through trying to get out. But what else were you to do? And even if he weren’t there, at least you’d be able to inform Yunho on what happened. Then the sweet giant of a man could help you find him.

You stood up, compasses and maps slipping off your lap, respectively clanging and fluttering towards the ground noisily. With large, determined strides, you exited the navigational room and to the main deck, where the steering wheel was situated. Warm, salty breeze whispered against your ears, calm and encouraging.

“I’ll find you, Wooyoung,” Your words were swiftly stolen by the wind. You hoped that gale would be kind enough to carry the message over to him, however impossible it was.

Halfway across the world, laid an unconscious dark-haired man, clad in nothing save for his smallclothes and bandages tightly wrapped around his skull. He was situated stiffly atop a narrow bed, scars and bruises still quite fresh and clearly visible against his paler-than-usual skin.

Wooyoung awoke with a startled choke of a gasp, sore eyes flying wide open. There was a searing pain in his abdomen as he sat up, wheezing and hissing in agony. He took in his surroundings with a panicked demeanor, gaze landing on the mildly surprised fair-headed figure with striking green eyes standing by the doorway, fresh bandages in his palms. He’s an elf, Wooyoung realized after a long moment of gaping, noticing the ever-so-slightly pointed ears poking out beneath silvery locks and the infamous nature-woven clothes only elves wore.

“Took you long enough,” He said in a thick Elvish accent, followed by a beguiling snort. “I thought you would stay asleep forever. I’m Yeosang.”

Wooyoung blinked sluggishly once, twice, and a third and fourth time for good measure. He knew very well that he should probably answer. After all, elves were widely known to be an easily offended kind. But for the love of everything he held dear, he just couldn’t seem to crack his lips open. 

The two stared at each other awkwardly for a second more. Then promptly, his eyes rolled into the back of his skull as his upper half crumpled onto the bed, instantaneously returning into the sweet relief of unconsciousness.

[masterhandss]

sometimes I feel like you're the person to go to with hamefura opinions lmao speaking of, do you think any more figures will be made or just the nendoroid? I'm hoping we get a scale of katarina but I also think that its possible that a keith or maria nendoroid might get made. if you dont want to answer this that's fine btw! I was just curious

I think there is still a chance of hamefura getting more nendroids! It's actually shocking to me how much characters and designs that they are pushing out these days. Like TWST is getting nendroids for all of its characters, which makes me so excited and jealous!! If there is a clear interest for more hamefura nendroids, or if the sales of the Katarina nendroids were good, then I think there's still a chance. GoodSmile also regularly holds surveys where you can submit suggestions for nendroids, so whenever that rolls around we can always just submit hamefura characters if we want to do the deed ourselves lmao.

Besides Katarina, I feel like the characters with the best chances of getting a nendroid is Maria, Geordo and Keith in that order, since they are the most popular characters in Japan. I can only really imagine us getting the other characters if they ever announced and confirmed that we'd get one for the entire cast. There's also a small chance that it'd be Maria, Sophia and Mary, because they are girls and girls sell well huhu qwq.

As for scale figures, I'd also love for hamefura to get some! I don't really collect those, mostly just nendroids, but I'd try to get one :DD I feel like it might be likely for us to get a Katarina scale figure than a nendroid of another character, but that's just my guess.

Companies these days usually make new art/poses for scale figures, but for hamefura I hope we get recreation of anime posters instead :00 Her S2 poster pose feels like it's be the best bet to turn into a scale figure. While the pose itself is pretty simple, she's cross-armed in a lot of her official artworks, so it's pretty much become her thing in my opinion. Her S1 poster would be great too, and I think it'd be easy to make since it's just her in a running pose with a few props. Scale figures are getting crazy these days so it would be amazing if they can incorporate her farming and sword somewhere ^^

Thank you for the ask! :DD

[paradise-creator]

The June event

I’m starting this “survey” now so I can prepare hgsndfgdh

My birthday month is June. And I am planning something really special! However I’m having trouble choosing. Can you guys help me? gsfagss

The vent is going to feature two or three fics and I need two more characters. Any suggestions? 

and it would also feature some “games” as well! That I haven’t thought about a lot. Here are some options though! And I’m only gonna include two or three as well.

1. Matchup drabble 

2. Psychological analysis (Like the fav trope thing)

3. Mood boards

4. Drabbles/blurbs 

5. “Your life in ___” 

Just comment or dm or send an ask for your opinion :DD 

[oh-look-isa-weeb]

Isa hits 100!!

Event: OPEN!

Hi guys!! It's been a long time coming, but I'm proud to say that we've finally hit 100 followers on this blog! I know that it's not very impressive compared to loads of other blogs, but I really do cherish each and every one of you, and so we're celebrating. I've never done an event before and I hope it doesn't flop, but here goes anyway! Read more under the cut for event details :)

Matchups (5/5) CLOSED!

You heard that right: I'm opening matchups!! I've never done this before, so I'm only taking 5, and the quality of those matchups may be… questionable. But hopefully good! Requesting rules are as follows:

Please provide me a name or pseud to call you! This is mostly for personal reference. It can be an emoji or nickname if you're on anon, but going off anon is always the best bet, because then you'll also be notified when it's done.

Personality > Appearance! Having appearance descriptions is always welcome and useful, but please don't make it the bulk of your ask.

Maximum 2 asks per request! I'm very disorganised, and WILL lose parts of your request if you send in a lot.

Things you should include: your gender + sexuality/gender preference, hobbies, interests, personality traits + quirks! The more oddly specific the better, because then your matchup will be unique :)

Please also state which fandom(s) you would like matchups for. You may request more than one, but please specify which one you prefer, as you will get headcanons for ONE fandom only. The other fandoms will then be character only, with no headcanons.

Drabbles

Hey hey hey!! Send in requests for short little drabbles! They can be in the form of title + character (e.g. A One-way Trip to Pain Town feat. Tsukishima Kei) or situation + character (e.g. period cramps feat Tsukishima Kei) but please specify whether you’re sending in a title or scenario and let me know it’s for the event! No request limit on these so go wild :)

Ask Isa!

Ask me stupid questions from this fun little list to get to know your resident dumbass better, or ask me questions from this cool list to get to know my KnY OC, Umiko! I’ve never shared about her before, but I hope y’all show her some love 🥺 Really, I’d just love if y’all wanna ask me random questions. I wanna start conversations with y’all!

Fill in this feedback form!

I know I’ve asked this a whole bunch of times, but please fill in the survey here if you follow this blog (and if you aren’t… what are you waiting for?) so that I know how to manage my blog better, and what kind of content I should do more/less of. Right now I’ve got 2 responses (cries) which I appreciate a hell lot, but I’d love to hear from more of you. It doesn’t take that long, I promise.

A love letter to my moots…

Hello my loves!! You guys have been the greatest supports I could ask for and I love you all very much!! My tumblr journey would've been very lonely without you all, so thank you for being there <3 I'm not super close to some of you, but regardless of how often we interact, you've had an impact on my journey and I'm very very grateful.

@briswriting bri!! You're one of the very very first people I became moots with! I still look up to you so much as a writer because DAMN your writing is immaculate, and I know you haven't really been back much lately but I appreciate you anyway <3

@nightshade-shot suf :D Thank you so much for sticking with my awkward ass! You're an amazing writer with an admirable tenacity, and I really wish you'd have more confidence in yourself and your writing sometimes because you're honestly so cool. I'm so dang glad that I got the courage to pop into your asks that one time, because you're a great friend and I love you so much.

@kaaytea kay <3 You're one of the sweetest people I've had the honor of interacting with, and I'm so glad to have found a writer who loves both daiya and haikyuu. I love talking to you and discussing little things (see: that daiya-hamilton convo) and you're probably one of my closest moots. Please keep blessing the fandoms (read: me) with your immaculate writing!!!

@nya-vivi !!!! vivi my tag game pal :DD thanks for being there from nearly the very beginning and being so supportive!!! You're always tagging me in tag games, which I'm very grateful for, because I'm shy and would never dare to do them without being tagged (yes, this is an invitation for you to tag me in any and every game you get tagged in) 

@lilikags hi lili!! We aren't too close atm but I'm glad that I've gotten the chance to talk to you, and your blog is always a welcome presence on my dash <3 I hope to interact with you more (if my shy ass will let me)!!

@eiijunkun hi nemo :) Another wonderful writer who also writes for both haikyuu and daiya!! It's been a while, I miss you ;-; but I'm really thankful that you popped into my inbox to say hi that one time, and I'm really glad we're friends!!

[versadies]

My thoughts/comment about the prologue & first chapter: OMG DAN 😳😳 IT WAS SO GREAT !! 💖 i could feel the seeping pain from the past and the glances to each other that feels so awkward after many years had passed. There is a hint of odd feeling between you and Ayato, and if only Ms. Chisato knows... It was more than a bestfriend. Ayato, could've said more but instead paid you the action of him leaving instead, with final remarks saying that it was good to meet you. And i'm unsure why i'm so hyped up,,, maybe because Diluc is going to be an important character later 👀 (i remember stating at the survey that he is also my favorite;;;) Also i'm grateful for Zhongli to solve our "plus one for hire" problem, he's a great company to be with as well— i could imagine it :DD he's chill and would understand the situation. Up til now as I'm typing this, I could feel the broken promises and shattered future that you have idealized with Ayato. Ayato may have broke it up between the two of you, however he remains by his word of marrying in Mondstadt, specifically with the venue of the Goth Grand Hotel. Bitter, isn't it? He had cut off the connection between you, and yet here you are at his wedding— at the same location that you both dreamt of getting married at— but he's with someone else, rather than you. I honestly feel like not attending his wedding if not for the luxurious benefits 😌 The same purple eyes he used to gaze at you full of love became replaced with empty emotions, it feels like it was even forced and just done for the sake of courtesy and politeness. I was hissing in pain until *ahem* the Ragnvindr showed up. 😤 I'm trying my best to keep myself restrained but I AM SO EXCITED FOR THE FUTURE PARTS WITH DILUC 😩 this will be one of the only times i'll be exposing myself because i also want to genuinely pour my whole 🍰ussy in this comment as i promised <333 honestly at this point, i might consider this fic series of yours as my birthday gift too !! (If that's alright for me to consider it as, of course 💗 if you will allow me 😅) It just came to me that i'd be grateful for the blessings i'm getting whether it's an actual gift for me or something that isn't really my gift but something i'm thankful for (like this series of yours 👀) ✨ Given that the next release would possibly be on the next Saturday too 😌 (which is exactly my birthday) 🤔 So once again, thank you for this milestone series 🤩 it was wonderful and i hope to be able to finish it till the end. I understand your friend sending concerning amount of paragraphs now 😤 i'd do the same as well after reading your published chapters at the moment.

— I hope this would satisfy you enough, 🍰 <33

COMRADE THIS IS MORE THAN ENOUGH, i didnt expect you to have so much to say about it tysm 😭😭💞💞💞💞 you definitely got all the details right and im so speechless with your sweet comment — and please, feel free to think of this series as a gift to you !! — im glad i did a good decision in putting diluc to the series since he’s your favorite :DDD and rest assured ill make sure the next chapter will be released on your birthday !! take it as my special gratitude for putting your whole 🍰ussy in the comment of my first ever series <333 im sure my friend would be delighted to know that they’re not alone about my series 👊👊👊

[griba]

28 n 21 :DD

21. Is there a song / playlist you associate with a certain CC ?

yepyep absolutely, i have dozens of playlists for a bunch of them probably!! (/hyp /hj) however.. when i make playlists for them, this is basically what i do:

choose about 6–10 songs based off the character (not usually CCs for me technically lol)

get distracted

forget everything ever and choose 30+ more songs based off the vibes of the songs already in the playlist so it's hardly even applicable to the character anymore

gay little dance

SO. i mainly rely on people with at least Some self control to make playlists/song recs themselves, then i steal them <3 some of the first that come to mind are:

keralis: beautiful dirty rich (lady gaga, song rec from @/spacecaving, it got stuck in my head forever ago and never left /pos)

also i can't pick one so. just any hermit themed playlist by impulstor/karma tbh <3

28. Who are your current favorite MCYTs?

i do not have a favorite actually. mcyt is literally my Least Favorite thing in the world an- (wallet falls out of my pocket)

shit wait um (scrambles around trying to pick up my pictures of etho, tango, and impulse scattered all over the floor)

fuck hold on i'm sorry just (my second wallet falls out of another pocket as i crouch to pick them up, dropping more pictures of zedaph, rendog, and grian)

god holy shit i'm so fucking sorry about the mess excuse me one second (a third wallet falls out of my sleeve, scattering more photos of iskall and bdubs everywhere)

(/c /lh, but i can't choose! :D faves are etho, tango, impulse, zedaph, rendog, grian, iskall, and bdubs! if i HAVE to pick one for stuff like surveys, i'll say etho, but they're all pretty much the same for me! :])

[actualbird]

do we have to answer the questions for the comfort character survey in essay format? sorry if this is a dumb question asdfhklj

no worries!! and you dont need to answer it in essay format!! answer it in any way you are most comfy in expressing your view in :DD

[newsagogos]

whats the general vibe of the survey? like do you have an idea of what type of information you want to collect

Kinda want some insight on like. Ppl's favorite characters/ships/lore/idk it's 3am you know? Maybe a bit of everything. Mostly not open questions. But a few of those. Favorite bit of dd thing (comics/album/....) Would you consider yourself in the dd fandom. Uhhh and most importantly: do you know what the current dd fanon is. If yes, can you give an example. (<- my theory is no one knows, i wanna confirm).

Maybe some question about ocs.

Not sure what yet! So I'm trying to get a vibe

[aqvarius]

I agree, that's one of my gripes with MK's MC because she acts like she's this keeper of peace and justice while actually being employed as spy for a private company that's likely work for profit. In fact isn't Kei's S1 basically is about her going against EAC because they're sheltering a child trafficking ring leader? If she really wants to work for peace why don't she, idk, join public safety instead?

omg i know. i get that she was saved by the boss and all that so it’s not really like she chose to become an agent specifically bc she loves justice or whatever but yeah i kind of get frustrated that they frame her as like that hollywood blockbuster version of spies where they’re somehow all ~good~ and never question who they’re hired by bc the only villains in the world are these rich megalomaniacs with accents who are plotting to take over the world.

i don’t really know how they try to simultaneously present the love interests as being dangerous targets while retaining this very simplistic idea of good vs bad bc then none of the characters can ever actually be “bad” bc they only ever frame the mc and the love interest as good. the closest they come is that weird tentative relationship between the mc and the EAC where they keep wronging her and are ready to off her anytime but at the same time she’s still like omg i love edmund and company and would do anything for them and i’m so happy to be promoted even tho this means that i will be surveyed constantly and they will kill me without a word if i slip up!!

voltage keeps touting certain titles or characters as being like ~morally ambiguous~ but the worst thing they ever do is like... hold a gun to someone’s head once or are associated with someone who has a mj farm lmao or commit tax evasion. i guess the worst one is hikaru aihara who straight up murders people? but come on, how is like “your dad smokes weed and you keep saying but not demonstrating that you’ve done terrible things”  supposed to make kazuomi more of a bAd BoY than like kaga during that time when he straight up denied an asthmatic man his inhaler/medicine while he was on the verge of an asthma attack to get him to confess some information in an hours-long interrogation? i will only believe that kazuomi has truly done terrible things if they reveal that he murdered the real kazuomi and stole his identity to take everything he owns from him. 

okay not to like make everything about hlitf (as if lmao) but the thing about hlitf mc is that she is always struggling with having to compromise on her morals in order to be a public safety detective, which is something she has to confront multiple times, and, quite often, ends up having to let go of her own standards and learn. on the other hand, sometimes i find the masukisu mc a bit one dimensional bc she’s like... too perfect to make mistakes so if she like kicks someone in the face i’m like eh whereas when detective mc kicks someone in the face i’m like omg remember that time you got overpowered by someone but then you trained for ages and now you’re a national level professional fighter? :DD but aside from the physical stuff, i feel like masukisu needs to have more internal conflict over her identity as a spy because of moral/ethical reasons rather than just romantic reasons, if they’re going to choose to play that spies = good thing. like i hope that she and the writers realise and explore the fact that she’s not doing this job to keep the peace or for the sake of justice but rather bc she’s a puppet for the highest payer lol and they can off their enemies by paying for the EAC to basically send a hitman in. i’ve heard that about kei’s s1 but haven’t played it bc kei is... not my cup of tea honestly.... but yeah i kind of wish they would actually put her in a moral bind more often rather than be like yay i got promoted!!!! nyc baby!!!

but yeah i mean one of my fave things about hlitf is that they’re constantly tackling questions about ethics and morality and also i’m pretty certain every single love interest (save kurosawa bc he has very little content) has at least one route where they have to face internal corruption within the NPA or even within public safety itself

[enby-jetstar]

Top 10 Favorite Danger Days Characters

These results come from this survey, which received responses from 166 individual users. Each person could select multiple answers, which is why the results do not equal 100%.

#10: Val Velocity, with 28 users choosing him as a favorite.

#9: Vaya & Vamos, tied with 52 each.

#8: Dr. Death-Defying, 56.

#7: Show Pony & Red, with 69 votes each (nice).

#6: The Girl, 73.

#5: Blue, 75.

#4: Cherri Cola, 89.

#3: Jet Star, 96.

#2: Fun Ghoul, 101.

And, tied for first place with 104 votes each...

Party Poison & Kobra Kid!