#hey while I'm here let's talk codenames

[deepseaspriteblog]

I've played P5R long enough now for me to enter the "Alright, now how do I tie this back to Homestuck" phase of my fixation- So anyway, here's Phantom Thief AU Rose! I thought about using their god tier classes as their codenames but it might be fun to come up with something unique too. Maybe Grim? or Thorn? Oh and her persona is named Circe

[awionetka]

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞! ➢

3, 2, 1, go! love and deepspace boys become street racers (while possibly romancing you in the process)...

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫: slight angst (?), drabble. street racer!Caleb x reader. they're estranged childhood friends with inconsistent communication, he's not abusive btw... bear with me on this one, there IS hope at the end of the tunnel!

��𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 / 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 / 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 / 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 / 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠…

➢ killing me; conan gray

➢ closer to you; jungkook, major lazer

➢ sour candy; lady gaga, blackpink

"...in the streets of Linkon City. Our experts agree that it has become a rather serious problem. Who is going to protect us from such dangerous activities when we don't even know who to look for?"

The evening discussion panel you'd turned on mixed with the vinyl record you put on in your bedroom, creating the perfect background noise for you current endeavours. Humming absentmindedly at Tara's words, you flipped through the pile of clothes growing dangerously with each rejected outfit.

"Yes. Well... It is best to remember that we, as Linkon citizens, are being thoroughly protected by police forces. We shouldn't act rashly here, especially when it comes to such important matters as illegal racing, oftentimes held purely for monetary gain. Such environments could be dangerous to those who have no experience in the matter. However, when it comes to the identities, there are a couple of things to look out for. Most racers have unique aliases and codenames, ones we can be wary of in our day to day lives. Some of the most infamous ones are, for example, Onyx, Orion, Malamute..."

You returned to the living room once again, this time wearing a different top, twisted phone cord trailing behind you like a puppy with attachment issues.

"I just don't know, Tara, this doesn't look... Ehh, I don't know." You sighed, holding up two skirts in front of you while your friend tried her best to advise you over the phone. "What's that? Oh, just the TV. Hold on, let me switch it off. Yeah, so, like I've been saying..."

Suddenly you paused, turning away to face your front door.

"You're here!" You smiled brightly, already halfway there, but then stopped abruptly at Tara's words. "Oh... I hope it's not another noise complaint..."

Not expecting much, since it was, in fact, a late Thursday evening in a building full of the elderly and families with young children, you took a half-hearted glance through the peephole.

But what you saw, who you saw, on the other side of the door, made your blood run cold.

"It's... It's..." you attempted to give Tara an explanation, but then the person standing in the corridor spoke up, voice muffled by the barrier between you.

"Hey, Pipsqueak..." He cleared his throat and you pressed your forehead to the door. "I... I came to talk. Yeah? I'm sorry about last time, it was never my intent to upset you."

"Well, too bad," you replied before you could stop yourself, already full of annoyance. "Because you did, Caleb. What do you want now?"

You didn't look through the eyehole again, you couldn't make yourself to do so. But you saw him in your mind, shoulders relaxing slowly at the sound of your voice, that you decided to respond to him, even like this, even angry.

"Just to talk. I couldn't call or text you for some time. I just want to... see how you're doing."

Still on the phone with Tara, you placed it carefully on the shelf next to you, not hanging up. Just in case.

"I'm doing fine," you quipped back, but your resolve had already begun to falter. You missed Caleb terribly, the tone of his voice, that roguish glint in his eyes. How he brought you cute keychains from his travels and let you crash at his place when you didn't want to be alone. How he held you in his arms when you cried, gentle and reassuring, yet still at some sort of distance. Even if shortly afterwards he didn't text you back for ten days.

"I'm– I'm glad, Pips." Pause, brief. Then, "Will you let me see you...? Just for a minute. Please."

You glanced over at your phone, laying screen up on the shelf. Tara had texted you, mindful not to make herself known by speaking up, and asked if you'd be okay. Biting your lip, you replied, promising to give her a call as soon as he leaves. You hoped that'd be soon. You hoped she'd come over soon too.

"Okay..." you muttered cautiously and then ended the call. "Just... give me a second."

Hurrying back to the living room, you grabbed one of the skirts that were thrown on the couch, hastily putting it on so Caleb wouldn't see you basically half-naked. He waited patiently until you opened the door for him and scooted to the side to let him pass.

"Hi," he muttered breathlessly, hands twitching at his sides as he took in your figure. "You... going anywhere? I hope I'm not an inconvenience."

There was a gentle smile on his lips, one you felt you hadn't seen for centuries. Aside from that, Caleb looked as Caleb-ish as ever; broad shoulders, bright, attentive eyes and messy hair, now slightly overgrown as you were always the one to cut it. His arm brushed yours when he entered your apartment and he tensed.

"No, it's fine." You closed the door behind him without locking it. Just in case... "So...? Are you going to tell me where the hell you were last time we were supposed to hang out?"

"Pipsqueak..."

A single laugh escaped your chest, more akin to a bark. "Don't 'Pipsqueak' me, Caleb. It's a simple question. I would like to hear a simple answer."

He leaned against the built-in closet, respecting your privacy and not moving from the spot by the entrance. As his head hit the wood with a dull thud, you noticed a wide stripe of gauze sneaking past the hem of his jacket, right at the base of his neck. If Caleb noticed you staring, he decided not to mention it.

"It's... not as simple as I'd like it to be." There was a certain amount of defiance in his voice, one you knew almost too well. "I can't– I couldn't contact you. The matter was out of my hands."

"Caleb, you stood me up!" you pointed out, refusing to meet his eyes, even when he slightly bent over in order to see you better. "Do you even know how long I waited for you back then? I've always known you were busy but this? And then you wouldn't answer my calls, wouldn't text me back? For a second I... I thought something had happened to you."

It seemed like your sudden confession made Caleb, in some wicked and unexplainable way, more upbeat than just mere seconds before. He reached out, but not even to touch you, just to hover. "I wish I could tell you more, so you wouldn't worry..."

"Worry?!" Now, that pissed you off. How would someone who clearly didn't give a damn about you make you worry for him? "You worry about yourself for once, Jesus fucking Christ. Where the hell were you, where you couldn't find two fucking minutes to send me a text?!"

"Pipsqueak–"

Waving him off, you stormed off into the living room, not wanting him to see how emotional it all made you. It took Caleb a moment to follow, quietly and cautiously, as though he was approaching a wild animal. The couch dipped slightly when he sat down at its edge.

"You used to be different," you whispered, more to yourself than to Caleb, really. "We used to be different. There wasn't a single thing we wouldn't talk about. You know there wasn't. And now... It feels like I don't even know you anymore, Caleb."

You looked up to face him, now wide eyed and tense as he stared back. A speck of dust flew in between you, illuminated by the cabinet lamp.

"I don't even know you."

There was a long moment of silence after that. Caleb appeared to be thinking about what to tell you and you, well, you were done talking. You couldn't keep wasting words on those who wouldn't give you any in return.

Suddenly he stood up, shoulders slumped forward, like a long forgotten puppet. Not even looking at you, let alone saying anything, he turned around yet again and made his way to the door.

You sighed. Deeply, unashamedly. With relief.

But then, just when you thought it would all end like this – with Caleb letting you have the last word. Leaving you behind, finally, for good.

He spoke.

Quietly, utterly devoid of emotion.

"I was in jail."

Your breath hitched. "I... I– W-What...?"

"They didn't have any usable evidence," he continued, still turned away, still at a distance (just in... case?). "So they let me go. I didn't want to call. You'd know. You'd know where it was coming from."

"Caleb..." You didn't even notice when you got up from the couch and walked close enough to feel the faint smell of gasoline lingering around him. "What have you done...?"

He glanced at you above his shoulder, smirking. "Don't worry 'bout it. Soon all of it will be gone. Everything will be just how it used to."

And before you could think of anything suitable enough for a reply, he left, closing the door behind him so delicately, you didn't even hear it click.

The air seemed hot that night, sticky. The fact that it was so horrendously crowded too, obviously didn't help and if it weren't for his height, Caleb wouldn't even have anything to breathe with.

He wanted to go home.

Real home, not the college dorms or even that cold, rigid apartment he was renting. You. He wanted, no, he needed to be where you were, see what you saw, hear what you heard. There wasn't a day he didn't spend cultivating the slightly blurred image of you he kept safely in his mind.

But what you told him just a few days before...

Caleb shook his head, as if to physically get rid of whatever resided inside of it at that time.

The past was just that – the past. For a reason, too. If he was to be present in your life still, he would have to earn his spot.

And he was willing to do anything for that to happen.

His racing team was almost finishing up, so Caleb decided to take a quick stroll through the garages. Being observant came naturally to him, so he oftentimes used those moments to spot his rivals' weakest points. That, plus the change of scenery helped him clear his mind, at least a little.

That night he would be up against five other drivers. Plenty of people to beat, but Caleb wasn't exactly a newbie, so he had calculated his chances as pretty high. High enough, he hoped at least. He was also competing with Sage and that was something he wasn't anticipating in the slightest.

Leaning against the garage doors, he observed, taking notice of anything out of the ordinary or potentially dangerous. Sage's Mitsubishi, a Toyoya, two Hondas. The last one was apparently a Mustang but Caleb was yet to see it with his own eyes, so he recoiled from making any rash assumptions. The crowd was vibrant and ever-present, adding to the unique flavour of Linkon's underground scene. There were also many teenagers, something Caleb had noted with confusion, as those who were underage had a way harder time getting in. And right next to a couple of school kids, stood a group of people not too much older, talking excitedly and trying to appear seasoned.

Caleb smiled to himself.

A part of him wished hypocritically that cops would swarm the place that night, making a whole show of cuffing people left and right, just to make those who didn't belong stay away afterwards. It was horrible of Caleb to think that way, considering he had to start somewhere too, but in all honesty he didn't wish his life on anybody. So, in a way it was justified, at least to some extent.

The start of the race was approaching and Caleb was almost about to go back to his trusted Subaru, when two more people with colorful drinks in their hands joined the group he previously observed.

The guy was relatively tall, a little lanky and wore a hoodie with a giant bird on the back, a raven maybe, or a crow. His eyes would shine whenever he looked at the girl beside him and it was clear as day that he was waiting for the right moment to make a move. She was chatting, gesturing animatedly and making him laugh in the process. He bent down to hear better, resting his hand on her hip.

And the girl... The girl was you.

[modernwarfarelover]

Match Made in Hell Pt2

PART3 <-

Im actually crying. I HAD PT2 MADE AND ACCIDENTLY DELETED IT!!! So, here's the redo. Reader's codename is Zero btw. Enjoy this, lovely people! Should I make PT3?

Well, this wasn't what anyone was expecting. The supposed strong and scary Lieutenant being pinned under another. It was definitely a surprise to Soap and Gaz who were now cheering and egging you both on as Ghost tried to struggle from beneath your grip to no avail. Much to his misery, he was stuck. Eventually, he stopped moving and just glared up at you, the side of his face pressed against the mat. Then the captains suddenly came in after they talked everything out. Price raised an eyebrow at the display while Yachi simply chuckled, as if he'd expected this. Both you and Ghost were panting from the adrenaline rush the spar gave. Ghost was one of the few people who'd actually managed to keep up with you, you can't exactly say you didn't enjoy it. Same goes for him. "That's our Zero," Yachi said with a grin before adding, "alright, let him up, lad. I'm sure he's had enough." To which you nod in response and quickly get off of Ghost to make your way back to your captain. Ghost grumbles and stands up, brushing himself off. That's how you and Ghost's weird friendship came to exist. It'd been months since then, both of you seem like best buddies but always end up brawling one way or another. It's all just for fun to see who can one-up the other, of course. It was around 9am when Yachi gathered the team and told you all there was a mission you'd be going on with 141. Once you and your team got to the designated location, you waited for 141 to get there as well. Then out of nowhere, Ghost came at you from behind with a knife and tried to jump on you. Without even looking to check, you ducked when he swung the knife at you, as if the attack was expected on your part. The playful exchange quickly turned into another fist fight, both of you trying to best one another. Soon you managed to grab Ghost into a headlock. He squirmed in your hold, attempting to free himself but it didn't work. So eventually, he just went limp and looked up at you with a playful, half-hearted glare. Soap, Gaz and the other two Sergeants just watched from the sidelines. They were probably placing bets on who would win. "Alright, knock it off, you two." Price piped up, interrupting the brief sparring session. You reluctantly release Ghost who flips you off in retaliation for your previous capture of him. "Never thought I'd see Zero not being serious for once." Raven remarks which earns an elbow to her side from you. "Hey- I'm just saying." She huffs and sticks her tongue out at you, Wrath chuckles silently at the interaction. This had become a normal thing. You and Ghost seemed like friendly rivals for the most part, but there was a deeper bond that was never spoken of out loud. Sometimes you even found yourself wishing the alliance between your teams wouldn't end. "I'll get you next time." Ghost grumbles while you smirk in response. "Wouldn't count on it." You tease, playfully jabbing him on the side of his shoulder.

[itslouisan]

Special for mootie: my headcannons on @imaginary-grandpa Prime!!

(btw mootie take my opinion as a grain of sand in a dessert cause it's just silly things I thought when rereading the blog jvj- btw like this is one of my fav asks in Tumblr and just wanted to y'know..talk about it and give my mootie support cause they create amazing stuff)

-based on this ask I hc that Prime curious to what Morty enjoyed started watching Morty's cartoons and even present Morty some that he watched as a kid, maybe gifted comics too (clearly he was talking aboUT Ben 10 so I imagine the Ben 10 comics as some gifts) I also imagine the 2 watching some 2000's CN shows like courage the coward dog (Morty would be TERRIFIED and cling to Prime's arm while he is just vibing eating popcorn) or Codename: Kids Next Door and just make stuff together based on the shows, it became a habit for Prime to gift these to Morty (sometimes even summer IF he feels in the mood)

based on this one I think Summer and Prime have this complicated dynamic, clearly Summer cares for Morty and is protecting her lil brother WHO CLEARLY IS NAIVE (which hey as a easily kidnapable kid, relatable) I imagine in the first weeks or months Summer would be SO ON GUARD and just silently judge Prime and give him looks that she'll jump on him and bite him.

OK this will sound stupid but THIS made me think, hey based on "Tales from the citadel" (rewatched this weekend with my dad and it's A FAV of mine) we know there's variants to universes so there could be a Prime dimension A, B, C etc; what if, Prime just killed the other Primes to a level or just let them fuck off cause y'know, whatever he doesn't care, and in exchange, he goes to this reality that C-137 didn't found due to being an obscure timeline and WAY in the past, this way he'll have a safe reality just like his original in every sense but without wife guy knowing and thinking there's only one Prime dimension, now abandoned. OR I'm just overthinking and the whole ask is BEFORE canon Rick and Morty, literally years before C-137 reached Prime dimension and what we are seeing is an alternate reality he CHOSE to come early to get his leftover shit-- well i'm probably just overthinking but eh, it's fun to imagine shit

I'm focusing more on the image here but my note is: I like to imagine Prime comes over either in the morning when Beth is out and Jerry is well, being jerry, and since morty is really young prob he doesn't go to school yet and wouldn't need to go to a daycare due to jerry being there + Summer, but I think he could come late into the night when Jerry and Beth are asleep and just sound proof the garage, the kids stay up all night with Prime and sleep in the morning/noon. As for the image, I already commented this on a reblog but, Prime actually looks happy in those pictures, which makes me wonder if something happenned between him and diane in the first place on the past, BUT idk if i'm JUST overthinking (look i'm autistic with a hyperfocus, I look for detail onto the tiniest shit ever) but in the one with only him and diane his smile looks a bit unnerving, maybe forced? Anyway clearly Prime got angry when talking of being replaced, or when we bring up Diane, so I'm just guessing he didn't kill her JUST to kill her, something else had to happen.

*cough* I need to actually see this happening in the blog *cough* but it kinda makes me think if Prime even thinks he is toxic in any way cause well, clearly he feels something for these kids and family, remembers stuff with Diane and Beth and doesn't just fuck off, perhaps, just like C-137 he would consider this "irrational"? idk I just like to think Prime every single night after coming back to his place alone runs a hand in his hair and thinks wtf is wrong with him to want to come over again

idk, silly but he made the costumes, Summer helped, he is into crafts but would never admit

just to finish this, SUMMER BULLIES HIM AND JOKES HE IS LIKE A CAT JUST TO GET HIM MAD. IDC, SHE MADE IT ON PURPOSE AND GETS WHAT I'M SAYING.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1134: The Boyz' Meeting Session (Epithet Erased)

4:45 p.m. at Crusher's Living Room.........

Boyz: (Chatting Among Themselves)

Giovanni: (Sits Down Next to Crusher and Spike in the Middle) Alright, everyone, settle down! The villainous meeting is now in full session.

Boyz: (Continues Chatting with One Another)

Giovanni: Boys? Booooyyyys?

Boyz: (Continues Chatting with One Another)

Crusher: EVERYBODY SHUT UP!!

Everyone quickly cease their talking, finally giving their boss his needed attention.

Crusher: (Shyly Lowers his Head Down a Bit While Twiddling his Fingers Together) S-Sorry. That wasn't too loud, was it?

Spike: (Smiles Brightly at her Boyfriend along with Their Boss) Nah, man. You did great!~

Giovanni: We couldn't be more prouder~

Crusher then receives two kisses on both his cheeks by his two partners respectively before the meeting could really begin.

Giovanni: (Turns Back to the Rest of His Minions) Now, as you all are aware, we have one more week and approximately ten more days of September left before the first day of October will be upon us. Which could only mean one thing..........

Dark Star: That Halloween Store across the street from here, is about to open again soon?

Giovanni: No!....I mean, yeah, that's true. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) And it's been a while since we've done something special for Halloween this year.....(Snaps his Finger While Pointing at Dark Star) Remind one of us to go by there before the 31st, will ya?

Dark Star: (Casually Salutes to Giovanni) Sure thing, Boss.

Giovanni: Now, for the ACTUAL answer to the question, earlier today, I've heard from a few sources that every first day of the new month, twelve boxes of Sweet Jazz's Pizzaria are scheduled to be delivered at the Planetary Workout Gym at roughly 5 p.m. sharp. So I figured, what better way to start off October this year.....(Forms an Evil Grin on his Face) Then to steal those boxes from right under their noses? (Notices a Hand Raise Up Before Pointing at Him) Yes, Four Eyed Sleeper Sheep!

Sylvie: (Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face While Lowering his Hand Down) Already not a fan nickname you've given me, Gio......

Giovanni: (Glares at Sylvie) Hey, that's MR. BOSS MAN to you too, mister. And it's a codename, not your run of the mill nickname! Learn the difference!

Sylvie: Alright, Mr. "Boss Man", if that's the case, then why give me a codename that's four words longer compared to everyone else in the room?

Giovanni: Cuz it sounds cool! (Starts Twiddling his Fingers a Bit) Plus, I came up with it a week or two ago, so it's work in progress kinda thing, you know?

Sylvie: (Squints his Eyes at Gio For A Bit Before Speaking) Sure.....Not that I'm completely against your ambitious schemes or whatever, but why couldn't you just order pizza to begin with?

Molly: Yeah, that probably would've save you the trouble from stealing boxes of them away from the gym.

Giovanni: Two reasons: One, the boyz and I were ban from ordering and ever stepping foot into the establishment a long time ago after the whole dinner escape fiasco. (Starts Squinting his Eyes at The Culprit) And we COULD'VE gotten away with it scott-free if weren't for certain SOMEONE whose name starts with a capital 'B'!

The rest of the boyz (with the exception of Nolly and Sylvie) starts turning their respective glares towards Ben.

Ben: (Flail his Hand Up and Down While Clicking his Teeth) C'mon, man. I said I was sorry! You know how I get when I crack under pressure!

Car Crash: Dude, all you had to do is keep quiet for a few minutes and let the boss do all the talking talking until the interrogation ends. It wasn't that hard!

Ben: It was for me damnit! I would've been more prepared if I'd known they'd be on to us the next day!

Giovanni: ('Sigh') Well, as dumb and unfortunate as that incident was, what's done is done, not like I wanted to back there in the first place now that charged most of their prices up. Did you know their medium pizzas cost $25.00 now?

Boyz: TWENTY FIVE!?

Spike: The hell kind of pricing is that!?

Giovanni: The greedy kind, that's what! Which is all the more reason why we need to give this Pizza Stealing Operation a fair shot.

Flamethrower: So what's the plan you have in store for us, Boss?

Giovanni: Simple: We hit the gym 5 p.m. sharp, maybe a couple minutes earlier than that just to be on the safe side, send our Ace in the Hole, that's you Beartrap, to sneak over to the other side of the room, grab at least two and three boxes, and quickly take them back to our getaway mobile without getting noticed, all while the rest of us are gonna have to at least spend an hour or two of working out.

Most of the Boyz starts groaning and rolling their eyes at the idea of working themselves out to the bone. It's like going to P.E. classes alll over again......

Giovanni: I know, I know, it's a tiresome plan on our part, but if we do this and play our cards right, it could give Beartrap enough time to sneak past by any nearby staff. (Shivers in Disgust) Darrel especially......

Dark Star: Wait, he works there now or something?

Giovanni: Yeah, and he won't shut up about it ever since! (Shows a Picture of Darrell Bragging About Working at Planetary Workout on his FaceTemplet Account on his Phone) Now that I think, it might be for better that I accompany Beartrap on the heist just in case.

Molly: (Nodded in Agreement) I agree. I can tell that Darrell guy is starting to put you on edge lately.

Sylvie On edge enough for you to wanna have yourself a mini therapy session on?~ (Smiles Brightly and Rapidly Blinking his Eyes For the Possibility)

Giovanni: Shimmer down a bit, Doc, I don't need any therapy. (Crosses his Arms) I just....REALLY hate that guy!

Spike: (Place a Hand on Top of Giovanni's While Giving Him a Reassuring Smile on her Face) We all hate Darrell, babe, but you don't need to get yourself worked up over that jerkwad all day.

Crusher: Yeah, you're WAY more hahdsome and cooler than he'll ever be!

Giovanni: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness as He Starts Blushing) You guys really think that highly of me, do you?

Spike: (Happily Hugs Giovanni Along With Crusher) Hell yeah, man. You're the coolest guy in this whole town~

Sylvie: That's highly debatable really.

Sylvie quickly gets shushed loudly by Crusher and Spike before forming another deadpinned look causing Molly to start giggling right beside him.

Giovanni: (Chuckles Lightly) Alright, alright. I'll try not to let him get me distracted for you guys sake. (Gives Crusher and Spike a Kiss on Both Their Cheeks) Hell, if this heist goes along smoothly, we might have ourselves a spooky movie night!

Flamethrower: You think we could watch something tamed, Boss? (Points at Ben With a Teasing Smirk on his Face) I don't think Ben here is gonna last a minute watching a horror flick in one sitting.

Ben: (Glares at Flamethrower) Excuse you!? (Crosses his Arms While Turning Away) I'll have you know that I can watch through a through an entire Horror, Halloween related movie just fine!

Sylvie: Just the other day, you started covering yours and shaking like a leaf over a Scooby-Doo movie.

Ben: (Turns to Sylvie) You would start to shake too if you're greeted by a creepy looking ghost flying around the room!

Car Crash: It was a fake.

Ben: AND!? It's still creepy looking!

Giovanni: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Then we'll watch something that ISN'T Scooby related. (Turns to Molly) Got any suggestions, Beartrap?

Molly: Well....it has been a while since I've watch Scary Godmother.

Dark Star: Ah dude! Scary Godmother?

Spike: It's been so long since I've watched that!~

Car Crash: I know, right? It's so good!~

Crusher: I VOTE FOR SCARY GODMOTHER!

Flamethrower: Don't forget the sequel!

Giovanni: (Forms a Bright Grin on his Face) Scary Godmother 1&2 it is then!

Boyz: (Cheers in Rejoice)

Ben: Ah man, do we have to watch those movies? It used to creep me out when I was little.

Giovanni: Sorry, Ben, the vote is anonymous!

Sylvie: (Shrugs Casually) Gonna have to suck it and watch through, if you even have the small ounce of guts to begin with.

Ben: ('Groans in Pure Defeat')

@aprilbrowines

[itsscromp]

How about Rocket being wholesome besties with a kid reader! Maybe they were also an experiment? I'd also find it an adorable dynamic if the reader isn't too smart academic wise, so they constantly ask for help with stuff like that

Rocket raccoon x Wrench platonic

Anon.... anon... you have no idea how much I wanted to do this as well, I even had this planned as well before this was requested so FLARK YES I'm doing it !! *Happy noises* For this story, I'm going to go with an experiment reader who is a wolf and goes by the name of wrench *Courtesy of my friend's oc who will be credited as well and i got his permission* also I know you ask for points where the character is not as smart as rocket so he asks for help, I’ll make a part 2 to make up for it Word count:1.1k

Pain... Unbelievable pain, it was something you could never describe how painful it is. The needles. the knives... everything. Giving you the codename 90P13, tattooing it onto your chest. After it was over they tossed you into a cage. Not even being gentle with you. Looking around your surroundings it was scary...

Looking across your cage you saw a figure come to you. This made you even more scared.

"It's okay" She spoke to you softly "Your here with us now"

She seemed nice... But you were still scared.

"Hey, it's a new guy" Another creature spoke up, It had wheels attached to its sides and massive teeth. "What kind of thing are you ?? you got some sort of glowy eyes

"Eyes, face, mouth" Another creature who shared your cage curiously walked to you, it had six legs and a metal mouth. "Does it words ??"

"It's ok friend, Don't let them scare you" The nice creature spoke again.

One last creature came up to you. like the nice creature it was standing on it's two legs. It also looked like it had a mask on its face. "Are you ok pal ??" It spoke softly to you.

You continued to shudder, feeling overwhelmed by everything that had happened. You open your mouth and you shakenly say.

"H...H...Hurts..."

You were talking about your head, they did a lot of bad stuff which made it hurt really really bad.

The mask creature came up to you, dabbing his tongue on a cloth and ever so gently dabbed the blood away from your temple.

"It's ok, Your gonna be okay."

This tenderness was something you haven't felt in a while since it all began. Over time the 5 of you formed a close bond with each other, But you were the closest to the masked creature, You always played games with him, laughed with him and snuggled with each other when sleeping to be safe.

"It really is good to have friends"

One night after the masked creature came back from spending the day with the sire. He was telling everyone about how he saw the sky from outside.

"Is sky ??" The 6 legged creature asked about the ceiling being the sky.

"No, that's not sky. That's a ceiling. But sire's making a new world for all of us, and when we get there. There will be sky and it will be beautiful and forever.

"Wow" You all said, just already imagining seeing the sky. With your friends too. It would be very exciting.

"I have been thinking." The big teeth creature spoke up.

"'Bout what ??" The masked creature asked.

"Oh, Nothing in particular. But I thought, since you guys are my closest friends, and my only friends, You might be interested in knowing that I have been thinking."

"That's cool" You smiled. Looking up at the ceiling imagining the sky.

"I've been thinking too" The nice creature spoke. "About something more singular. When Sire moves us to the new world, we're gonna need names. I mean, 89Q12... It's not really a name. So I would like my name to be... Lylla."

"Lylla" All of you said agreeing to the name.

"That's a pretty name Lylla" The masked creature turned to her, smiling.

"Thank you" She smiled back.

"I think my name shall be teefs, because, although we all do have them, Mine are definitely the most prominent" The big teethed creature smiled.

Lylla and the masked creature giggled, agreeing with the name.

"Lylla"

"Teefs"

"Me be called floor, Because me is lying on floor." The 6 legged creature said.

"You're lying on a floor, so your name is floor ??" Lylla smiled

Everyone laughed, agreeing with the names before it was only you and the masked creature.

"I think... My name... shall be... wrench !!" You said confidently.

"Wrench" The masked creature said enthusiatically

"Because wrench's are tough and I'm tough"

"What about you friend ??" Lylla turned to the masked creature

"Someday, I'm gonna make great machines that fly, And me and my friends are gonna go flyin' together into the forever and beautiful sky. Lylla, and teefs, and floor, and wrench, and me... Rocket"

"Rocket" they all said softly.

"It really is good to have friends"

But it went to a huge downfall after. Rocket found out that Sire was never going to bring them outside. They were just mere tests, to create the perfect person. In the morning he plans to kill all of them, With quick thinking he starts to make a keycard and gets everyone out. But the High Evolutionary knew this would happen and killed all his friends. Angry and heartbroken, he lunged at him and scratched the scut out of his face, disfiguring him. He then managed to escape counter-earth, but at what cost.

Many years later.

Rocket was sitting on the steps of the Guardians base on Knowhere, they had recently just bought it off the collector and made it their permanent base. As Rocket was peacefully sitting there, listening to the Zune. He noticed a rather large figure not far off staring at him briefly. He noticed this person had. been here for almost a week and it started to creep him out. So with that he headed to the figure.

"Look pal I don't know where you are but quit staring at me before i blast ya into the next..."

He then noticed something vaguely familiar. Those eyes... he's seen them somewhere before.

"Have we met before ??"

The hooded figure then gently lifted the hood off his head, revealing it made rocket's eyes go wide. Growing teary eyed.

"Wrench ??"

"It's been a while rocket.."

"Oh my flark wrench !!!" Rocket lunged at him and hugged his neck tightly, his best friend was alive. He was alive !!!

"How.. how did you ??"

"Yeah... I've got a lot of explaining to do, can I get you a drink ??"

Upon the time they sit at the bar, Wrench explains that he faked his death during the whole shootout and escaped shortly after. Having to survive on his own, he changed a lot physically and mentally.

"And then once I heard about the heroes of xandar, I saw you on the holo tv."

Wrench took another sip of his drink and sighed dejectedly.

"I'm really sorry buddy, I didn't mean to cause you this much hurt on you. I wanted to find you as soon as I was out. But I was so scared that he would find me..."

Rocket took another sip of his drank and gently rubbed his forearm.

"I... I understand why, But I'm slightly mad... and... aah just a bunch of mushy stuff I can't try and explain."

Wrench chuckled.

"Can... I make up all that lost time ??"

He waited patiently for an answer until Rocket twitched a smile. Wrench knew he had a lot of time to make up for Rocket. But for Rocket, he was just glad that he had his best friend back. His bested friend in all of the galaxy.

Taglist: @callofdudes @raccoonfallsharder @mybelovedraccoon

[the-haunted-office]

( @reubyrp - Codename Payday has joined the heist!!!)

Thursday... knows exactly why she's here.

To have fun, of course!

How could she possibly pass up the opportunity to leave the boring offices behind to rob an arcade vault?! There's absolutely no way she could! So here she is, chatting away with some lady while she leads her into the basement to where the others are waiting.

"-just made him even more angry, apparently, I guess he didn't like the compliments I gave him? Which doesn't make sense because who doesn't like compliments? Especially because I was complimenting his suit! And how quickly he put it on! And the way it like matched the glass of red juice he was drinking. Well it wasn't juice, it was some kind of wine I think, but I'm not an expert on wines so I don't know if that's what it really was, it was some kind of red, fancy alcoholic beverage that he had stored away specifically for the occasion of someone pressing the 'on' button. Same with the suit. But it was still a nice suit! Right? So anyway, he got tired of me talking and just decided to blow me up, but he lost in the end because he got turned into a sword- Hey! Is this them? Hello! Thanks for bringing me here!" she says to the lady and then she's off with Lester and the others.

Thursday can't help but giggle when the others provide their codenames, especially Doomsday. "You know, that's funny, I have a friend with the same name, ehehehe. I'll bet she'll be tickled to know once I tell her, hehe. So does this mean I need a codename too, then? Hmm. Can I go wiiiiith... Payday? Or is that too similar to Doomsday? If it is, I'll come up with something else."

When the instructions are being given, Thursday puts in the earpiece and tries her best to pay close attention. She has no idea what to expect out of all this. Heists and going apeshit are more Doom's (her Doom's) forte, so she's a bit out of her element here, but this still all feels like some silly first person game to her. She can't wait to tell Eisuke about it. He'll get a kick out of it for sure. Or maybe he'll scold her for partaking in criminal activity. On second thought, nah, he'll think she's cool - it's Etsumi who will scold her. Well, she'll just use some of the money to get him something cool, like a new heating blanket or something.

Oh shit. Her mind wandered off there precisely like she was trying to will it not to do and now she's missed part of the instructions. There was something about there being options in there. Three of them. Sneaking around and wearing uniforms and busting in with guns. Now shooting people is definitely not something she's up for. She doesn't want to hurt anybody, let alone murder them, she just wants to get in there, be stupid, and take things out of a big metal door, that's all.

Grinning, she points to the photo of people in armored security uniforms. "The Big Con, please! You know, I used to be a Narrator, that means you gotta make shit up as you go, right? I can definitely do that. I mean, it's definitely not as easy without an extraterrestrial parasitic mist helping you to manifest items and heal your wounds and whatnot, but I think I can work with this. What are we wearing now? You said disguises? Okay, whatta we got?" she asks, rubbing her hands together and looking eager to get started.

[eunchancorner]

Revenged and Rescued (Part 3)

I'm not in control anymore, the sticks have take over/silly

-

After a few hours, Henry had been taken off of the pain medication, Charles telling him stories as it wore off and his mind cleared, becoming aware of the aching where skin met metal and the headache as his mind adapted to that fully awake state. The doctors tested each of the sensors on his body in turn, around his upper torso and down his spine, then all along his left arm and hand. Afterwards, he was cleared to leave the tent, and met up with Charles just outside.

“Finally! I can’t wait to show you around!” the pilot cheered as he began to walk with Henry, “It’s a bit to take in, but these barracks are gonna have to be your home for a while before we can actually send you back. I can’t wait for you to meet my squad, I still think they’re gonna love you! Well, in time. Either way, just keep following and you’ll see ‘em in no time!”

Henry looked around as Charles led him through the base. There were a lot of people here, and a lot of equipment, too. A few helicopters stood silently on pads nearby, and there were several jeeps and hummers on standby, many of which had become seats for groups of various soldiers. He noticed how they interacted, friendly and calm, the opposite of what he’d expected for such an important place. One, a particularly old man, gave him a small salute as he passed.

“Anddd here we are! Henry, meet my squad; Quentin, Calvin, Konrad, Mac, Phlex, Andrew, Madd and Eel! Boys, this is-”

“Henry Stickmin, possibly one of the coolest, most badass fuckers to ever live!” one of them cut Charles off as he approached. Henry recognized him as one of the twins Charles was talking about, though which one was unclear.

“Stickmin, we’ve heard a lot about you. As in, a lot. And by that I mean the twins won’t shut the fuck up about you,” a bearded pilot said. “I’m Quentin Alabaster, the other pilot on Charlie’s squad. Although, between you and me, I think I was just assigned to babysit these idiots.”

“Nononono, I don’t think you understand just how cool this guy is!” the other Bukowski twin insisted as he approached, pointing at Henry. “He’s not just the guy who betrayed us, then got betrayed by the Toppats so he took them all out. The West Mesa bustout, the Tunisian Diamond, the first breakout in the Wall in fifty fucking years, all of that was this guy. He does shit just to prove it can be done!”

“Wait, you broke out of the Wall? Damn, we’re gonna have to keep an eye out for their warden, then. He’s pretty pissed, last I heard,” another member questioned, pulling down his sunglasses dramatically. “Madd Ladd, by the way. Fellow badass, expert sniper.”

“By expert, he means the only one on our squad,” yet another member pointed out, before stepping forward to shake Henry’s hand. “Codename Eel at your service, this is my apprentice, Andrew,” He motioned to a soldier with shaggy black hair, who was currently shoveling ramen into his mouth from a cardboard cup. “We’re some of the top engineers here at the base. Although I specialize more in electronics, he’s better with actual mechanical issues. I’ll have to tell Turtle about all the stuff you’ve done, she’s pretty interested in your history.”

“Turtle?” Henry asked, turning to Charles.

“Oh, our demo expert. She’s a little… energetic, so watch out around her,” he explained.

Henry nodded a bit, turning back to the last two soldiers a good distance away, one of which was physically holding the other back as he clawed wildly at the air.

“Who’s…?” he pointed at the two and Charles followed his gaze.

“Oh, that’s Mac and Phlex. Mac is the one holding Phlex back, since he doesn’t really vibe well with people he knows has like.. ever sided with the Toppats? Some of us think he was raised by wolves or something, but hey, at least he hasn’t hurt one of us in a while. Mac, however, is actually really cool. If he wasn’t keeping Phlex from mauling you right now, I’d let ya go say hi. Maybe we can say hi, from here, though!” The pilot cleared his throat before calling out to him. “Hey, Mac, how’s it going?!”

“It’s going fine, just, y’know, making sure Phlex doesn’t kill the new guy!” he called back with an unsteady smile.

“Mhm, and how’s the flower shop?!”

“It’s going good, actually! My brother’s holding down the fort while I’m here, and he says it’s been making decent money! He’s been sending me a cut for a while now, so that’s good!”

“Nice! Well, Mac, this is Henry! This is the guy I’ve been talking about, y’know, the reason you’re kinda having to hold back Phlex right now!”

“Nice to meet you, Henry!”

“Nice to meet you, too!” Henry called back awkwardly.

“How’ve you been- PHLEX NO!” he panicked for a moment before readjusting his grip on his squadmate. “How’ve you been healing up?!”

“Uh, fine, I guess?! It’s kinda weird, being even more cyborg than before!”

“Yeah, I can imagine! Did Charlie tell you that you can see your heart in your chest cavity yet? I thought that was really cool!”

“Yeah, he has! I’m- I’m gonna have to see it myself!”

“Let me know whatcha think, and hey, welcome to base!”

“Thanks!” Henry turned back to Charles, who seemed to be pleased with the whole interaction.

“See? He’s pretty cool. Yeah, something tells me you’re gonna fit in real nicely,” he smiled.

“Yeah, I guess so. One question, though… Why is the whole squad just guys? Should I be concerned about that, or…?”

“Oh, yeah, uh, the girls don’t really feel safe around Phlex, so our squad ended up being just guys so one of them doesn’t end up killing him or something. Even Turtle or Captain Grit won’t come around if Phlex hasn’t been taken somewhere else,” Charles explained, and Quentin sighed.

“Which sucks, because I’d like to have Vicky join our squad. Uh, Vicky is Captain Grit, by the way. But no, I get stuck babysitting wolf boy, over there…” the other pilot groaned, casting a glance at the (still struggling) feral soldier.

“But, still, don’t worry, I think once Phlex has gotten used to you, you’ll fit right in!” Charles assured Henry, patting him on the back. Henry nodded a bit, looking back at the squad in front of him.

It’ll be nice to have friends again.

[azurdlywisterious]

Strange Is The Night Where Black Stars Rise...

AN: I teased in my last post about Harvey that I wanted to give her a backstory as to how she got those scars (plus I really wanted to write some friendly banter). (Sir vs. the mojave will be next dont worry)

Word count: 1k (hence the read more)

CW: injury mention, blood mention, [idk if theres anything else i should put here so lmk if theres another one i should add]

The raider punk I decided to trust today turns the mic off for the night as I drag a dirty mattress up the stairs for him. I'm not really worried about him raiding my place because I don't really have anything worth raiding. I take off my gas mask and set it down on the floor of the unfinished second level of my base.

"Hey, thanks for letting me crash here, by the way," he tells me again, fidgeting with his hands as he talks.

"No problem," I respond. "It's not much, but you certainly can't beat that view."

I sit down on the unfinished ledge and stare at the amusement park across the road. The raider punk sits down next to me, still flicking his fingers nervously.

"I never did catch your name," he remarks sheepishly.

"It's Harvey," I tell him.

"Like a Harvey Wallbanger?" he chuckles.

I smile so wide the scars on my cheeks ache a little. "You're not gonna believe what my legal last name is."

He covers his mouth to stifle a laugh. "No fucking way."

"My parents certainly had a sense of humor."

I should email my mom. Let her know I found that park she went to all the time when she was a kid.

"Something wrong?" he asks me.

"Nothing to worry about," I tell him flatly. "I don't think I ever caught your name either."

"You didn't," he replies cheerily. "Most people just call me Punk cause that’s my codename."

"I mean, if that's your codename, that's your codename," I quip, paraphrasing some old Western my dad showed me years ago.

"Next time you go out you should see if you can find any orange juice," he tells me after thinking for a while.

I snort. "Any orange juice I find is gonna be irradiated to hell. You know that, right?"

"We'll just mix some Rad-X in. That should neutralize the radiation."

I roll my eyes jokingly. "Oh, yeah. Totally. And are you gonna get the vodka?"

“You’ll probably have to get the vodka too.”

I laugh. “So what are you gonna do?”

“Mix the drinks together when you get back with the components, duh!”

“Well,” I continue, “if I ever find any hella irradiated orange juice, I’ll bring it back to base.”

We sit in silence some more as the sun goes down. I absentmindedly run my thumb over one of the jagged scars by my mouth. Mom would sometimes show me pictures of the gala she and my Dad would go to at Camden Park when all the rides were lit up and everything was sparkly and bright. I want to fix this old park up for her. My mom and dad deserve one last good gala with the park lit up after everything that happened.

"So..." Punk pauses; and I know exactly what he's going to ask next. "What happened? I mean, how did you get those scars?"

I don't respond immediately. I always have to take a second to remember the event, and brace for the person who asked me to not believe me.

"Sorry, sorry," he backpeddles, wringing his hands like he's trying to squeeze the blood out of them. "I shouldn't've asked."

I wave him off. "Don't worry about it. It's only one of the single most traumatic things that's ever happened to me and no one ever believes me when I tell them.” I shrug lazily. “Nothing major."

"You seem pretty nonchalant about something so serious."

"It happened a decade ago. I was sixteen. I don't really care that much anymore."

“Look, I’ve heard about a lot of weird things since working with that ‘network’ I’ve told you about.” He gently squeezes my hand. “If you’re worried about me not believing you, then don’t worry too much and just tell me.”

I don’t know what to do with my hand. I let him keep holding it.

“I was half asleep when it happened,” I start. “There are some days I wake up and think that it was only a bad nightmare I had years ago until I touch the scars on my face. Memory’s funny like that. Every time I remember it, I remember it a little more wrong. Imperfect recall, or something like that. That’s how memories work.”

“But what happened that night?”

“Oh, right. So I’m half asleep, right? I wake up to the sound of someone ripping paper right next to my face. Except it wasn’t paper. That slick, oily feeling of blood came next, I think; like my brain couldn’t believe the pain signals my body was sending to it. This was all happening in a matter of seconds, by the way. My eyes finally processed the… thing cutting open my mouth.”

“What did it look like?”

I rack my brain for any words to describe it. “It looked like just a person in a tattered cloak. But there was no head. The cloak had a hood like there was a head; but in its place was an infinite black void, like I was staring into space itself. It was using some sort of claw or talon to rip open my face. When I finally registered the pain, I started screaming, and the thing disappeared into mist, leaving only those claws behind.”

“I’ve heard of a lot of weird stuff,” Punk says to me, “but never anything like that.”

I sigh and look away. He squeezes my hand tightly for a second.

“I believe you, though.”

I feel my heart stop for a second as my eyes start to sting. Before even I realized it, I had wrapped him in the biggest hug I could give him.

Tears running down my scarred cheeks, I tell him, “No one’s ever believed me aside from my parents. No one else has ever believed me.”

“Well, I believe you, Harvey. I’ll ask my ‘network’ if any of them have heard of this thing.”

I nod, unable to get the words out. I can trust this guy. He believes me.

[lazycats-stuff]

Batfamily x male!reader

So, this is the last part in the Court of Owls reader. PART 1, PART 2 and PART 3

Summary: (Y/N) can't stand being in the manor anymore. So he plots his escape, but he never expects the help from one of the residents.

Warnings: escape, (Y/N) being done with the family, talks about bad mental health, this is so rushed I'm sorry, I wanted to just write it.

(Y/N) didn't know what to do any more. He was still in that cell and the boys were trying even harder. He doesn't remember when he was in this bad place. Where he doesn't have any motivation or just any passion.

He never wanted to be in that place.

He was once in that place once before. He just disappeared from Bruce's and Talia's lives and he was lost. He was young, his parents being complete opposites and he was at the crossroad. Who does he follow? His father, the hero that everyone loves and does good? Or his mother who is one of the best assassins in the world?

He shook his head. No.

He made his choice from the moment he disappeared. He was going to be what he wants to be. He won't listen to either of them. He will be his own person.

But now?

He felt trapped in a psychological sense. He knows he will never conform to Bruce's and Talia's wishes. No matter how hard they tried. When did he fell like he had no way out? When did he feel like his mental health was decaying? Even before the so called crossroad?

Before he met Harvey and the others, it wasn't good. But after meeting them, he felt better. They didn't judge him for he did and Harley gave him that help he needed. According to her, the Court was just a vent to let out that anger.

That made a lot of sense.

But from time to time, he did wonder about his life with Bruce. What would be his codename? Would he be another Robin? Or would he wear the bat symbol?

It has been a couple more weeks. (Y/N) wasn't giving up, however, he was allowed a bit of freedom. Every 2 or 3 days one of them would walk him out to the garden. Damian was the one who volunteered the most.

He also took notice of shifts in the cave. They never really left him alone, there was always someone there.

He sighed as he read one of his books. How was he going to escape?

" Master (Y/N)? "

(Y/N) lifted his head at the familiar voice. Alfred... (Y/N) liked Alfred. He didn't push (Y/N) like others. His only concern was that (Y/N) ate and drank enough.

" Hey Alfred. "

" How are you doing today? " The older man asked, stopping in front of the door.

" Okay. "

Despite the fact that (Y/N) liked Alfred, he doesn't give him anything he could use against Bruce. Nothing. You can never know.

" Well, that's good. You will have about 2 hours from the moment I let you out. "

(Y/N) turned his head, frowning at the British man. What the hell? What does that mean?

" What? "

" You have around 100,000 dollars here. Also, there is a ticket booked. I heard you know French, so there is a ticket for Lyon. A friend of mine will wait for you and drop you off at your new apartment. There will be a document from the bank with your bank account. It will enough for a year or so. "

(Y/N)'s mouth dropped to the floor. Holy shit. What the hell?

" I suggest you say your goodbyes to your friends here in Gotham. "

(Y/N) stood up, quickly hugging the man. He can do this.

" Thank you. " (Y/N) whispered, letting some tears fall out.

Alfred just patted his back.

(Y/N) quickly visited Two Face and Harley. All the visits ended in tears and sobs. (Y/N) had to say goodbye to the only good father figure and a good friend.

Pamela wasn't able to say goodbye. She was far too broken to do that.

(Y/N) sighed as he dropped the bag on the floor of his apartment. It was a simple place, with necessities. He was happy to have a TV. He took a quick glance at the envelope on the dark table.

He was going to take a look at it later. Right now, he was going to enjoy his new life. He smiled for the second time in a long while.

Now he was free.

[euovennia]

always - jasper hale

summary: in which you and alice come up with a game plan.

original request can be found: here

pairing: NB!reader x jasper hale

word count: 1,221

"I don't know, Alice. What if your vision is wrong? Surely that's happened before, right? I just don't wanna mess anything up," You spoke as a frown settled deep onto your face.

"I know it's scary, but you've gotta take that leap of faith. Do you really wanna keep going around having to try and stop yourself from cringing every time he misgenders you?"

You fell back into the sofa as you crossed your arms and looked down at the wooden floors, "Well he doesn't even know he's misgendering me so I can't really be upset with him about it," You admitted.

Alice let out a small sigh before taking your face into her cold hands and guiding you to look up at her, "But think of how great it'll feel for him to finally get it right. Just imagine the relief and happiness you'll feel, don't you want that?"

You let out a small sigh of defeat before nodding, "More than anything."

Alice gave you a bright smile before pulling back from you and crossing her legs, "Then let's come up with a game plan."

"You make it sound like a spy movie," You say with a laugh.

"Well this is obviously eating away at you, so why not make it into this super cool mission? It might help ease up some your nerves."

"You have a point, just seems a little silly."

"Just be glad Emmett isn't in on this otherwise we'd all have walkie-talkies and codenames."

"I can just imagine him begging Carlisle to get us all mics so he could do that thing where one person is telling the other what to say."

Alice scrunched up her nose with a playful smile, "Oh we are so never doing that. Talk about overkill."

"To be fair, it is pretty funny to see it backfire in the movies."

"Yeah but this isn't a movie, it's real life. Now stop stalling and let's plan!"

It had been a little under a week since your planning session with Alice. Admittedly the plan you two came up with wasn't anything crazy or special, but the mere fact that Alice had purposely gone out of her way to take time out of her day to lay down some of the basics meant the world to you. At the time, you'd told her that you'd be willing to do her a favor to make up for it but she simply said, /"You telling Jasper will be more than enough for me." So now there was virtually no getting out of telling him otherwise you'd have bigger things to worry about other than Jasper misgendering you.

Speaking of which...

"Hey, Y/N! How've you been? Feels like it's been a while since we last talked," He spoke as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"Yeah sorry, that was my bad. I've been pretty stressed out lately."

"Ah I see, 'm sorry to hear about that, darlin'. Is it about school? If it is, I can certainly help out with that, you know I already have all the answers."

"No, I'm actually doing well in my classes. Thanks for the offer though."

Jasper looked at down at you with narrowed eyes as he studied you before speaking, "Even in geometry?"

"Even in geometry," You affirmed with a proud smile.

Jasper removed his arm from your shoulder as he leaned back on the couch, "Well color me impressed. I never thought I'd see the day you'd become a scholar."

"Hey, I can do well in all my classes, it just takes some effort."

Jasper gave you a lazy smile, "Well I'm glad you're feelin' confident."

You smiled back at him momentarily before your mind drifted off to the "game plan" you made with Alice. Biting you lip, you began to fidget with your hands as you felt a wave of nervousness and anxiety begin to build up inside of you. Just as you were about to get up from your spot on the couch to hopefully walk off some the anxiety, you were greeted with a sudden wave of serenity. You looked up at Jasper who stared back at you with a focused look in his honey-colored eyes.

"Thank you," You muttered.

"Anytime but...Are you alright? Seems like that all just came outta nowhere."

You took in a deep breath before looking at him, "I uh, actually had something I wanted to tell you."

"Oh, what is it?"

You felt yourself begin to cringe as his eyes stared directly into yours, "Could you actually um...I don't know...Turn away from me? I just..I think it might be easier for me if that makes sense, " You say as a furious blush began to light up your cheeks.

Surprise took over his features momentarily before he nodded and turned away from you, "You need anything else..?"

"I'd ask if you could maybe send over some confidence so I could grow a backbone, but I think it's better if I just come out and say it."

You could see his blonde curls bounce slightly as he nodded.

You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath as you thought back to Alice's words of wisdom as she dubbed it,

Just come out and say it, don't even think about it. Just say,

"I'm nonbinary."

Once the words flew out of your mouth, you closed your eyes in an attempt to hide away from the curious gaze of Jasper as he turned to look back at you.

"Can you open your eyes for me, please?"

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes as you felt the nervousness begin to build up again.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. It's so stupid, you can ignore me-"

Your spiel was abruptly cut off by a groan from you as Jasper threw all his body weight onto you in a hug.

"'M sorry, Y/N."

"You're crushing me," You got out in wheezing breaths.

Jasper's eyes widened as he quickly climbed off you as he sat back in his original position.

"Sorry...Again."

"It's fine," You remarked quietly.

"Can I ask you something?" He spoke in a surprisingly gentle tone.

You only nodded.

"Is this what you were stressing about?"

Another nod.

Your eyes trailed down to your hands as Jasper took yours into his with a gentle squeeze.

"How long have you been keeping this from me?"

You gulped before speaking, "I'm not too sure anymore actually. It's been a while though."

His hands let go of yours before he put a hand on your chin and lifted it so you could look at him, "I'm glad you told me. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you couldn't come out with this sooner, but I just want you to know that you can tell me anything. I'll always be here for you, Y/N."

You could practically feel your heart bloom out of your chest at his words as you grabbed his spare hand, "Always?"

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, "Always."

With a smile, you leaped forward and gave him a hug as you buried your face into the crook of his neck while he began rubbing circles on your back.

"Thank you, Jasper. That means so much."

"Anything for you, Y/N."

[kym2020]

Shuffle × The Numbing Noir Neige

La Mort chapter 6

<Several hours later. Inside the car in the bus location>

Mayoi Ayase

(Low voice)...…Um, Kohaku-san. Is it a little good?

Kohaku Oukawa

Mayoi Ayase

Hey, Mayoi-han suddenly whispering in my ears......!

I'm sorry.  I thought it was not good to make my voice too loud

Wa Waaah!

I was asked by Nagisa-san earlier. After returning to Hoshisokan, it seems that I and Kohaku need to have a little talk.

Kohaku Oukawa

Talk to me ...?

Mayoi Ayase

Yes. This is a secret. Excuse me, but can we get together in the courtyard as soon as you put your luggage in the room?

I just got on the bus and I'm sorry to talk about this suddenly. It sounds like an important story, so please give me some time...?

Kohaku Oukawa

Hmm. I can't ask. But did you notice what Nagisago-han said, maybe something while shooting?

Besides, we have a "shuffle unit". Just because you're a temporary member, doesn't mean you can leave the members of the same "unit" alone.

If you're merciless, both "Crazy: B" and "Double Face" will not stand out.

Mayoi Ayase

thank you.  Kohaku-san―

Eh?

Ritsu Sakuma

Anija. Move there

If I could sit in the back seat, I wouldn't be able to lie down and sleep. If you're just reading the script, can you move somewhere?

Rei Sakuma

I was the one who sat down first. Apart from that, there's no reason to give it to you.

If you want to sleep here, there must be a more polite way to ask.

Ritsu Sakuma

Fine……!

Rei Sakuma

............

Mayoi Ayase

(Uh. After all, those two are arguing.)

(I wish I could manage this situation...Yes, if I make eye contact with Nagisa-san, wouldn't he help improve the mood?)

…♪*(eye contact)

Nagisa Ran

…*(reading)

Mayoi Ayase

(It was no good! Nagisa-san, he's immersed reading a novel!)

(It's too rare to be calm riding a bus for a while in this terrible mood!)

(After all, I have to get rid of this mood right away. It's an environment that's too suffocating for a lowly person like me.

<An hour later>

Mayoi Ayase

Nagisa-han. I was told to get together with Mayoi on the bus, but what happened?

Perhaps it feels like we're practicing the remaining acting of the three of us?

Nagisa Ran

......I'm sorry to call you suddenly

......As you can imagine, I think there are some problems in keeping the shooting of 【La Mort】 going smoothly.

I'd like to practice acting as a survivor, but the current problem is the Sakuma brothers.

Mayoi Ayase

You also saw it Kohaku-san. The figure that those two people are ignoring each other.

Kohaku Oukawa

I'm sorry. While we're on bus, we started to talk to each other. I didn't think it looks more serious than I expected.

Nagisa Ran

......my worries is there too. If we simply conquer each other, we'll get the job done without any problems, but because of those brother too.

……However. The air is also transmitted to us. If newcomers like Koha-kun and Mayoi-kun are to get involved, the shooting results won't be good.

I thought about it there. Sakuma-kun and Ritsu-kun. Let us only talk about each other's true intentions and undertake it using arbitration.

…We'll name it, codename 【Mission in Your Heart】☆

Mayoi Ayase

It's pretty like blue!

Nagisa Ran

……Fu fu. Even if you look too serious, you'll be wary.

Kohaku Oukawa

It's true that they are two people who seem to have a sense of responsibility. I can't say that if I show a pretense to worry, I'll solve it myself.

If that happens, the difference in opinion will be highlighted and the story will be altered. This is something that a third party can solve.

Mayoi Ayase

You know, Kohaku-san?

Kohaku Oukawa

Until I mentioned the general theory. I'm not familiar with human relationships, but I've read something like that on the Internet.

Nagisa Ran

......Fu fu. I feel you too. I got that kind of knowledge from reading.

Mayoi Ayase

Ufufu. It was good, I was relieved...♪ I was also not good at communication, so it would be helpful if two people with abundant knowledge were to help.

......wait a minute. In your words, all three of us here don't have a lot of interpersonal experience, right?

I suddenly became anxious, but...will it really be okay?

Nagisa Ran

It's fine. Because everyone is a beginner at everything.

Mayoi Ayase

Well, I guess it's a valuable word because it's said by experienced people!

Kohaku Oukawa

Yeah, but it's hard to watch silently

I've never arbitrated a disagreement before, but it's awkward to leave it alone.

Nagisa Ran

...... Hypocrisy that you do rather than good that you don't do. Mayoi-kun.

Mayoi Ayase

Hey...What if the story gets even worse as a result of our actions...!

Nagisa Ran

...At that time, I think it will be a good opportunity to talk about our true intentions again.

Mayoi Ayase

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This is a very positive person! Too many limbs for me...!

[ilikejokerfemc]

Something that I just whipped up on a whim.

(Well, enjoy some of this content while I get my ass through the midterm before resuming Messiah's Rebellion I supposed)

***December 24th 2016***

*Evening*

\-LeBlanc's Attic-/

Both Ren and Kotone are sitting on the old couch, lying to each other's shoulder, thinking about what they just did today. The leader of the Phantoms is very much enjoying this, but the redhead seems awfully absent-minded for some reason, urging Ren to have a talk with her.

Ren: "Hey Ko-chan, why aren't you enjoying this? I thought we were going to spent this together. Of course, none of... those stuffs."

Kotone: "Oh... It just reminds me of my supposedly... last Christmas."

Ren: "Last Christmas... You mean... When you were at the Port Island?"

Kotone: "Yeah... The memories are... kind of embarrassing to say the least, Ren-Ren. I was... basically alone, with no one to go out with. I mean I was given a... What is it..."

Ren: "Those Santa Claus style outfit that have you showing a bit of the skin?"

Kotone: "Yeah... Those one. I don't mind wearing those but it's like... December of all times to wear that! I almost had a cold that night. Still, that felt way better compared to the days after January 31st. That was truly one of the miserable experience I ever had living. Nyx can't be killed like Yaldabaoth, so I did the stupidest thing possible and..."

Ren: "And all is history, I supposed, Ko-chan?"

Kotone: "Ren-Ren, it's like what I have already said in like uh... when go around Mementos with..."

Ren: "I know. You practically confessed everything, but that just makes me... want to love you even more. You had to endure all of that, and yet..."

Kotone: "I get it, it sucks. But look, I'm still here, Ren-Ren! Do you have anything against it?

Ren: "Hey, not like I mind! But yeah... Thanks for all the support you give me, Ace (Kotone's codename in the Metaverse)..."

Kotone: "Hey! Don't just push all of that credit to me, Joker! You had to go through all of that in the first place. I'm just the companion, you mostly did the decision making anyway!"

Ren: "Haha... What do I know... Anyway, you mind letting your hair down, Ko-chan?"

Kotone: "Wha... I mean... Of course not! It doesn't pain me to do it anymore but... Fiiiinneee."

Kotone unties her hair and lets it down. Ren looks at her in appreciation and gratitude, knowing he roped himself into such a beaut.

Ren: "Say, m'lady..."

Kotone: "...Don't ever call me that!" (jokingly slaps Ren and looks him dirty)

Ren: "Fine... Say... Kiss?"

Kotone: "Can't you wait for White Day?"

Ren: "No can do, Ko-chan."

Kotone: "Welp, here goes nothing!"

(While kissing)

Ren: "Y'know... Still can't believe we killed a god today."

Kotone: "I've never thought it was possible to be frank, but... At least everything is sorted out I guessed."

Ren: "Yeah... Everything..."

And the duo kiss and hug each other for the rest, continue reminiscing of their past journey.

(Also yes, hair down FeMC supremacy)

[hachichimitsu2]

ABOUT ME

Hachi ✨ 20 ✨ She/Her ✨ 🇵🇭 ✨ INFJ 6w5

Hello, I’m Hachi! I'm a full-time freelance illustrator on Fiverr, and I hopefully plan to branch out in other artistic areas in my life! Expect me to dump all of my artistic interests over here : #hachichiart

I also have a children’s picture e-book that I self-published on Amazon. I made it as a requirement for my high school thesis, so while the art there is definitely a representation of my past, I still stand by the message I was trying to send. I hope to eventually branch out this series in a form of a webcomic of sorts, for people who can’t afford to purchase my e-book for financial reasons. These characters are extremely dear to me, and I can’t wait to expound on them when I have the time lmao. Here’s a tag regarding the series: #behindtheartistichand

Some note-worthy things to mention, this blog is generally 15+, but I do make sure to tag any NSFW content and general triggers out there. I often post and retweet adult animation, so I’d say tread carefully if you’re a minor. I’m also critical with the media I consume, but most of the time, I like to talk about why I like something rather than why I hate it. I just find it more fun to expound on the positives of my favorite things. I also don’t take everything seriously.

Please let me know privately if I did or say anything wrong. Sometimes I say things without meaning to, and I’m not the brightest crayon in the box, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. If you take offense with anything I posted, just send a polite DM and explain why it offended you so I can be educated regarding the subject. I’m also available for any questions, DMs and a genuine chit-chat.

MAIN INTERESTS

1. Character-Driven Storytelling

2. Adult Cartoons

3. CGDCT / Slice-of-Life Shows

4. Pastel Goth / Creepy Cute Fashion

5. Coming-of-Age Stories

6. Magical Girls

7. Psychological Horror

8. Well-Written Children’s Media

9. RPG Maker Horror Games

10. Video Essays & Film Studies

11. Speed Metal / Vaporwave / Shibuya-Kei

12. K-POP / J-POP Girl Groups (Serotonin Babey!)

13. 4LT (MBTI), Typology, Cognitive Functions

14. All Types of Artistic Endeavors (OCs, FanArt, Comics, Film, Music, Fanfiction, etc.)

TOP 5 ANIME SERIES (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

1. K-ON!!

2. Hunter x Hunter

3. Neon Genesis Evangelion

4. Ojamajo Doremi

5. Ouran Highschool Host Club.

TOP 5 CARTOON SERIES (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

1. South Park

2. Bojack Horseman

3. Moral Orel

4. Ed, Edd n Eddy

5. Infinity Train

FAVORITE MOVIES

1. Interstellar (Favorite Sci-Fi Movie of All Time)

2. Nacho Libre (Favorite Guilty Pleasure Movie)

3. Johnny Got His Gun (Scariest movie of all time due to the sheer existential dread)

4. Studio Ghibli Films (Particularly Ponyo, My Neighbor Totoro & Grave of the Fireflies)

5. Perfect Blue (Favorite Anime Movie)

6. One Cut of the Dead (It’s hard to recommend this movie without spoiling it, but it’s an absolute must that you finish it in its entirety before you proceed to make any further judgments)

7. Coraline (I know almost everyone loves Coraline at this point, but it’s genuinely good.)

8. Interview with the Vampire (Favorite Vampire movie of all time that doesn’t seem overdone or cliché. It’s also really gay)

9. Get Out (2017)

10. Us (2019)

11. Up (2009)

12. Toy Story (Movies 1 to 3)

13. Hereditary (2018)

14. The Shining (1980)

15. Audition (1999)

16. Misery (1990)

17. The Green Mile (1999)

18. Shawshank Redemption (1994)

19. Saving Private Ryan (1998)

20. Mommie Dearest (1981)

21. The Others (2001)

22. The Platform (2020)

23. The Lodge (2019)

OTHERS

1. Homestuck (It’s been a good while since I read Homestuck, so my memory of the general storyline is fuzzy. I’ll re-read it once I have the chance)

2. When They Cry (Currently up-to date with the Higurashi anime and watched the live-action movies. Finally started to tackle the sound novels. Have yet to encounter Umineko and Ciconia)

3. Age of Youth (Favorite K-drama of all time.)

4. Squid Game (Battle Royale-type thriller series that tackles capitalism and the illusion of choice and free will? Sign me the fuck up)

5. Majisuka Gakuen (Favorite J-drama of all time. Also, yes, I’m biased because of my love for AKB48.)

6. Flight of the Conchords (Favorite live-action series of all time.)

7. Adult Cartoons (The Boondocks, Camp Camp, Superjail, The Oblongs, Bob’s Burgers, The Simpsons, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Home Movies, Beavis & Butthead, Daria, Smiling Friends, Aggretsuko)

8. FilmCow (I absolutely love everything they put out. Currently up to date with VuloLives’s broadcasts)

9. The Eric Andre Show (A good friend recommended me this show, and I haven’t stopped since.)

10. Nathan for You (My humor condensed into one show)

11. CGDCT / Slice-of-Life Shows (Sweetness & Lightning, The Amazing World of Gumball, Spongebob Squarepants, Gakkou Gurashi, Lucky Star, Gakuen Utopia Manabi Straight, Koufuku Graffiti, Hidamari Sketch, Pita-Ten, A Little Snow Fairy Sugar, Di Gi Charat, Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid, Yama no Susume, Shirobako, Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei, Saint Young Men, Gunslinger Girl, Kareshi Kanojo no Jijou, Osomatsu-san, Hey Arnold, The Peanuts, Arthur, Hibike! Euphonium, Nichijou, Asobi Asobase, Azumanga Daioh, Codename: Kids Next Door, Chowder)

12. Idol Anime (Love Live! School Idol Project, Aikatsu, Revue Starlight, Full Moon wo Sagashite, Pretty Rhythm, AKB600SEC // Will get into IDOLMASTER eventually)

13. Undertale (Will pick up Earthbound and Omori eventually)

14. RPGMaker Horror Games (Mad Father, Misao, The Witch’s House, Ao Oni, etc. Hoping to get into newer released games!)

15. Fictional Children / Adolescents Getting Trapped in Dangerous Scenarios (Digimon Tamers, Made in Abyss, The Promised Neverland, Alice Academy, Code Lyoko, The World Ends with You, Total Drama Island, Danganronpa)

16. Weird, Experimental or Slightly Disturbing Series (Serial Experiments Lain, Kuchuu Buranko, Invader Zim, Flapjack, Salad Fingers)

17. Shounen Anime (Yu Yu Hakusho, Mob Psycho 100, Dragon Ball Z)

18. Magical Girl Anime (Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Tokyo Mew Mew, Mermaid Melody, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, RWBY, Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, My Little Pony, Princess Tutu, Powerpuff Girls, My Life As A Teenage Robot, Bee and Puppycat, Star vs. The Forces of Evil, Steven Universe // Will pick up She-Ra & The Owl House Eventually)

19. The Haunting of Hill House / Bly Manor (Don’t let the jump-scares deceive you. It’s a genuinely good character-driven horror series)

20. Sci-Fi Cartoons (Rick & Morty, Solar Opposites, Futurama, Bravest Warriors)

ROLE MODELS / BIASES / OSHIMENS / BEST GIRLS

1. Trey Parker & Matt Stone

2. Gain & Narsha (BROWN EYED GIRLS)

3. Hyuna (SOLOIST)

4. Sooyoung (SNSD)

5. Gyuri (KARA)

6. Hani (EXID)

7. Seulgi & Yeri (RED VELVET)

8. Sana (TWICE)

9. Yves & Olivia Hye (LOONA)

10. Shuhua (G-IDLE)

11. Yena (IZ*ONE)

12. Winter (AESPA)

13. SUZUKA (ATARASHII GAKKOU)

14. Shiroma Miru (NMB48)

15. Yabuki Nako (HKT48)

16. Takahashi Minami (ex-AKB48)

17. Kojima Haruna (ex-AKB48)

18. Shinoda Mariko (ex-AKB48)

19. Sayaka Akimoto (ex-AKB48)

20. Watanabe Mayu (ex-AKB48)

21. Shimazaki Haruka (ex-AKB48)

22. Matsui Jurina (ex-SKE48)

23. Sakura Miko (HOLOLIVE)

24. Natsuiro Matsuri (HOLOLIVE)

25. Oozora Subaru (HOLOLIVE)

26. Inugami Korone (HOLOLIVE)

27. Houshou Marine (HOLOLIVE)

28. Kiryu Coco (ex-HOLOLIVE)

29. Momosuzu Nene (HOLOLIVE)

30. Kureiji Ollie (HOLOLIVE)

31. Takanashi Kiara (HOLOLIVE)

32. VuloLives (INDEPENDENT VTUBER)

CONTACTS

• Instagram: @Hachichimitsu

• Twitter: @Hachichimitsu

• I take art commissions on Fiverr: https://www.fiverr.com/hachichimitsu

• I have a children’s e-book on Amazon. Make sure to download the Amazon Kindle app to be able to read it on your smart device: https://www.amazon.com/Behind-Artistic-Erika-Marie-Vargas-ebook/dp/B08789CW3V

[soda-rebel]

"God, just shut up!" and "Oh... don't cry" (could you please not make it angsty I'm fragile)

You got it anon!

“You know,” Alfred started, struggling slightly against the bonds, “This may not be the best time, but I told you so.”

Arthur snorted. “You think? We’re tied hundreds of feet in the air, upside down for Pete’s Sake, and you think it’s a bad time?” Alfred could practically feel the sarcasm stinging the air.

All right maybe it definitely wasn’t the best time to mention it, but Alfred had a right to be upset. When they decided to do the mission, which was meant to be a simple search and rescue of a ski lodge somewhere in the Alps, Alfred did so thinking they’d be alone. Just him and Arthur. Or technically ‘Patriot’ and ‘Lancer’. Codenames were obviously a must, but Alfred liked to think that maybe they were past that and on a first name basis. At the very least, a last name one. It would have gone as usual if an old friend of Arthur’s hadn’t insisted on coming along. Gilbert–codename: Red Knight–said he knew the Alps like the back of his hand and offered an alternative route for the mission.

‘He’d be the guide,’ he said. ‘It’d be a wonderful experience,’ he said.

Well. Five wrong turns and a two-hour climb later, he and Arthur had been spotted halfway up the last ledge. Their equipment was removed and they were left dangling, tied back to back, at the edge of the cliff by some unknown enemy. Of course, Gilbert seemed to have magically disappeared from sight while it happened.

It was a shame that of all their times together, this was the closest he could remember being to Arthur.    

“I never trusted Gil. Pretty sure he’s behind this,” Alfred said. He’d given up on breaking out of the rope now. Besides, they’d have a pretty long fall if he did.

“Alfred,” Arthur’s voice was sharp and lacked his usual calm amusement. “I need you to stop talking. Just for five minutes.”

“Sorry.” Quiet. The wind blew and made the chasm below them all the more terrifying. Alfred didn’t like the silence at all. In a sense, he was listening to death. “Hey, Arthur?” Alfred tried. It had been five minutes, right?

“Not now,” Arthur lashed back. His voice sounded strained and a little broken. Alfred wondered if he was scared. He’d give anything to see Arthur’s face.

“I know, but Artie–”

“God, just shut up!”

‘Well excuse me! Well, maybe I won’t talk to you, have fun figuring how to get out of here by yourself!” Alfred yelled. He had thought that maybe if they talked, it would help them figure a way out. But if Arthur needed quiet, he’d be quiet. He didn’t need Arthur, he’d find something else to do. So Alfred found little things to distract himself with. He focused on how warm Arthur felt pressed against his back. With a little bit of reaching, their fingers would brush for a short second. If he concentrated long enough, Alfred could hear the long breaths Arthur took. In and out. In and out. So much for not needing Arthur…

For a while the only sound was their breaths in the cold, echoing against the soft breeze. Alfred’s atmosphere was ruined by small tremors from Arthur.

“Artie? I know I’m not worried or anything,” Alfred began, totally worried, “but are you ok?”

Silence. More little quakes came from Arthur’s side. “Oh…Arthur, don’t cry. I’ll figure a way out! I, I’ll get us outta here, don’t cry.”

“What the hell are you blabbering on about Alfred? For the past thirty minutes, I’ve been trying to slide out a knife that’s been in my leg holster. The fact that it’s under my clothes doesn’t make it any easier.”

“So does that mean…”

Arthur sighed. “No Alfred, I wasn’t crying. The blade’s cold.”

“Oh.”

“You were distracting me,” Arthur explained while wiggling to get the knife the final few inches to his hand. They would both need a chiropractor after this mission. “Sorry I yelled,” he added. A small shout from Arthur’s side told Alfred he finally got that knife.

Alfred shrugged the best he could. “It’s no big deal, totally knew you weren’t crying or anything.”

“Hey Alfred,” Arthur said. His voice had that overzealous happy tone to it. Alfred didn’t like that voice. That voice ended in a lot of terrible Arthur Kirkland ideas. “I’m going to do something incredibly stupid and possibly life-threatening.” Alfred knew it. “If I don’t make it–”

Alfred sighed, “Cut me the crap, Kirkland. Just say it.”

“I love you, Alfred.”

He didn’t have to see Arthur’s face to know he was smiling. He could practically feel it. What he didn’t want to feel was Arthur’s back leaving his from cutting through all of the ropes at once. This was followed by the terrifying, gut-in-the-throat feeling of falling face first to his death. An arm grabbed Alfred’s waist and stopped his descent just in time. He looked up, traumatized, to see a smirking Arthur holding onto the remaining rope.

“A little warning next time?!” Alfred screamed, mostly from fear.

“If I did, this wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun,” Arthur laughed. “Serves you right for doubting me.” Testing the rope first with a few tugs, Arthur started a slow swaying motion.   

“Wait a second, did you say you loved–”

Arthur let go of the rope, knowing that they’d land on a nearby ledge and that he wouldn’t have to answer that question.

Some say, that Alfred’s scream can still be heard to this day.

[auliahq]

April 13th, 2019

"You wanna have breakfast at McDonald's?"

It was one of the worst weeks ever work-wise. I literally work my ass off for the whole week and I was tired and stressed to the bone. On Friday, I had to prepare the first draft of audit report with no senior guidance (I swear all he did was using up my client's budget allocation!). It was late and the day was changing, I felt like I wanted to jump from 7th floor. Then you texted me, "Hey, you're still working?". A little spark of life suddenly came back to me. "Yes, I have to prepare a report draft alone! How about you?" I replied. "Yeah I'm also reporting tonight. When will you go home? Do you want to go home together?" You asked. "Sure! Just let me know when you're done" I replied.

We were working while texting here and there. I finished up my report draft at around 3.30ish. Then I checked you up. "I just have to finish a couple notes then I'm doneee, how about you?" I definitely lied just in case you still had a lot to do. And my prediction was correct. "I still have a lot to do, ugh. Are you going to go home now?" You replied. "No, relax I'll wait up" I replied. Loosely translated, my text means "You can be finished at 9 a.m. and I'll probably wait for you". What a simp.

To pass some time, I browsed some new clothes online for me to wear when we went to Bandung. I found a white cotton shirt with loose cut. It's cool and comfy, my favorite combo! And it was also on discount, of course. I checked it out immediately. Still bored, I went to my favorite makeup/skincare online store to check out a new pink lipstick. I remembered you commented on my pink lips a few weeks back. I'm such a simp.

Around 4.00 a.m., you still had not done with your work. So I just talked to my co-workers (the fun ones). They asked me whether I had done with my work and why I still stayed. So I said I was done but still waiting for Bang Delo, your codename back in the day. My co-workers called me an absolute simp.

It was already dawn when you were done. You picked me up at around 5.00 a.m. I was already alone at the bus stop that time. You were wearing long black turtleneck sweater and skinny jeans. Your hair was inexplicable. You looked tired but somehow cool. "Hi!" you greeted me with a big smile. "Hi!" I jumped at you, "Where are we going?" I asked. "You wanna have breakfast at McDonald's?" You said while looking unsure. I laughed. "Yeah sure, I can eat the big breakfast" I said. Then off we went to McDonald's at 5 in the morning!

It was a breezy beautiful morning which I spent with a beautiful person I really liked. While you were riding your motorcycle up a flyover, I was watching sunrise and hugging you. What a beautiful feeling! I have been to Bromo and Bali, watching sunrises there and other few beautiful places too, but watching sunrise with you that day was by far my favorite sunrise of all time. I love how all my fatigue and negative thoughts just went away whenever I hug you, even until now. All I feel is warmth and peace. But I also loathe how time flies by so fast whenever I'm with you. Kind of the reason I agree to marry you sooner than I planned.

We stopped by on the first 24-hour McDonald's we found, at LA (No, not Los Angeles, please). You ordered Egg & Cheese McMuffin with Lemon Tea. I ordered one Big Breakfast menu, as I wanted. I guess we were too tired and hungry so all we did was giggling, holding hands, and smiling at each other until our orders were ready. I remembered you took a picture of the food for your update later. Then we ate... brutally. I was really hungry and apparently so were you.

After we ate, I tried to initiate a conversation. "Do you know that your lemon tea will taste better if you add one pack of salt?" I said. "Really?!" You seemed surprised. "Yeah, I tried it before. It tastes like Nu Oceana" I said, trying to persuade you. "Oh okay!" You just opened a pack of salt and poured it out to your lemon tea, stirred it up, and drank it. "Oh wow, you right! It does taste better" you said. I don't know if you kind of lost your taste buds after long hours or something, but you seemed surprised and excited. You finished your lemon tea in seconds after that. What a cutie!

We went home not long afterwards, being so damn tired and all. You dropped me off on the usual spot. "Thank you for the breakfast, I can't wait for Bandung next week!" you said excitedly. "Yup, thanks to you too. I hope we won't get any overtime request next Saturday!" I said. Then both of us said loud amen repeatedly. I truly wished with all my heart and soul that both of us could go to Bandung because I just simply wanted to spend a whole day with you. I definitely am a simp.